Nan Baozhu was very worried about her sister.

She followed He Ye to Chaoxiyuan and said anxiously: "It's been an afternoon, but Jiaojiao is still missing. Yuwei said it was stained with the cold, but I don't believe her..."

Lotus leaves can't say well.

She comforted, "Miss Four, don't worry, let's go back and have a look."

The master and servant walked through the screen wall, but ran into Song Ming next to the rockery.

The eldest son of Prime Minister Song and the thirty-year-old Minister of Personnel, had a great future in the court.

He looked elegant and held his son Song Chengrui's little hand and smiled like a bright moon: "Miss Nansi, I want to say hello to you in the daytime, but there were too many girls around you at that time, so it was not very convenient. I just saw you come out alone at the banquet, so I followed you."

Nan Baozhu was about to despise him to death.

Every time she goes shopping, she will meet Song Ming!

The feeling that it made her was like he had a stalking habit!

She smiled indifferently and gave a blessing, and said estrangedly: "Please treat Mr. Song. Mr. Song, I still have to take care of my cousin. I can't greet you and say goodbye."

Before taking a step, Song Ming smiled: "Miss Nan Si, you are a transparent person. And I was born to be a happy transparent girl. Although I am older than you, my career is still open. Being my re-string is more respectful than being someone else's wife. You are restricted by your background and you can't marry a better family except me. Do you think this is the reason?"

Nan Baozhu really wants to slap him twice!

Is this man a shame or something? Who did she marry? What does it have to do with him?

How was her origin? He was the turn to comment on it?!

She didn't want to cause trouble for Jiaojiao in Prince Jing's Mansion.

She pretended to be naive and said, "Uncle Song, I haven't thought about getting married yet. What's more, the marriage is the words of the matchmaker from my parents' orders. How can I give it to you privately?"

She deliberately called Uncle Song Ming to remind him that the age difference between them was huge.

Song Ming laughed twice.

He said: "Although it is the matchmaker's words of parents, it is very important for young people to share their feelings. On the New Year's Eve palace banquet, I saw that you are very good at disciplineing your children. My Ruier is too naughty on weekdays. I really hope you can become his mother and help me discipline him well."

The child led by him, Song Chengrui immediately shook his head and made a grimace at Nan Baozhu.

He said proudly: "My grandmother said that you are from a businessman and do not deserve to be a wife for my father, but only as a concubine. But if I like you, she is willing to give in and let you do the re-string. If you beg me, I will let you marry into our Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Nan Baozhu covered her chest.

Very angry!

She is not a noble girl from a noble family, but she doesn't want to get married.

Who gave them the face to tell them to say such words?!

She closed her eyes and tried to suppress her anger.

But she couldn't hold it back and laughed to the extreme.

She laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. She held her stomach, raised her eyes and looked at Song Ming and his son, and said with a crisp voice: "Mr. Song, please forgive me for being a frank, I don't want to give it to me as a son!"

Song Ming's face turned pale in an instant.

Song Chengrui was furious: "Bitch, my father likes you, that's a compliment! You humiliate me so much, be careful, I tell my grandmother to go, and see if she doesn't give you a slap!"

Nan Baozhu's eyes were even more disgusted.

Some naughty kids are cute, but this naughty kid from the Prime Minister’s House is just disgusting.
Chapter completed!