LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Early the next morning, Elizabeth received a critical hit of 10,000 points.

When she got up early and went to the restaurant for breakfast, she found a cup of soup in front of Zhongqing, which smelled delicious. She was sipping it in small sips, and there were some exquisite snacks in front of her.

In front of Angelil and her seat, there was a glass of blood.

Elizabeth's chin lifted instantly.

A foreigner still wants to become the mistress of the Fanximen family?

It also depends on whether she answers or not!

If Zhongqing could hear what she said, he would definitely sneer: So, girl, who are you? When did the mistress of the Fanximen family need your consent?

Elizabeth sat down gracefully, as if she had just seen the food in front of Zhong Qing.

"Miss Angelis, your breakfast wasn't blood?"

Zhongqing finished a sip of soup, looked at her slowly, and said, "Isn't the answer obvious?"

Doesn’t it mean that what you are saying is not nonsense?

Elizabeth choked and her expression changed.

But this little thing didn't bother her, and soon she smiled again and said, "I'm really sorry. I know that after hearing His Highness the Prince's introduction, I thought you were also a noble vampire?"

Love is faint: a noble vampire? What kind of race is that if it's not a vampire? Lowly?

She continued to drink soup quietly and did not answer. Please continue your performance.

Elizabeth: "..."

The other party didn't answer, and she couldn't say anything she had prepared.

But it doesn't matter, Miss Elizabeth, who is proficient in house fighting skills, can always find various entry points to attack her opponents.

For example now——

She suddenly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose. Her tone was a bit exaggerated: "Oh, Miss Angelis, what are you drinking? Why does it smell weird..."

In fact, this is a cup of soup carefully prepared with many precious medicinal materials. It is fragrant and has no strange smell at all.

Zhong Qing glanced at her, wanting to laugh a little.

Of course she knew that the other party would definitely come up with various excuses to attack her, but she never expected that his eyes would be so accurate and he would fall in love with this cup of soup at the first glance.

This is really a man seeking death, and even God can't stand it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Elizabeth thought that the other party had a soft character, and was about to speak further——

"Boom." A dull voice sounded in the quiet restaurant.

Angelil placed the goblet in his hand on the dining table, and the sound he made made people clearly feel that His Highness the Prince was not in a good mood at the moment.

Angelil laid his eyes on Elizabeth's face for the first time today, but it did not make her feel happy. Instead, it made her feel a biting cold: "Elizabeth, do you dislike the soup I made?"

Elizabeth:! ! !

She was so shocked that she even forgot about etiquette. She raised her head and looked directly at Angelil, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

The soup cooked by His Highness himself?

She actually dislikes the soup cooked by His Highness himself?

His Royal Highness, who is as noble as a prince, actually made soup for this woman, the prince!

Angelil said coldly: "Elizabeth, you must remember that the identity of Prince Van Simon's goddaughter is not due to the deep friendship between you and me, but the blood and life of your parents in exchange for it."

"Don't challenge my patience."

Elizabeth sat on the chair with a pale face.

Zhong Qing drank the last spoonful of soup in her hand and stood up. She didn't want to see this face.

"I'm full, Angelil, please go out for a walk with me."