The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Under the light, a girl in gorgeous clothes stood in the center. Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled egg. It was so tender that it made people feel itchy. They wanted to pinch it and try it.

At this moment, her smile was as bright as a flower, and the breath around her was sweet, but the people present did not dare to have the slightest evil thought in their hearts.

After all... the movements he just made were so skillful that it was terrifying!

The words "femme fatale" popped up in everyone's mind.

"Yingbao, does your hand hurt?"

Ripples appeared in Rong Liyuan's deep eyes. He picked up her little hand and put it in his big palm to look at it carefully.

His cold hands caressed her skin, not sparing every inch, for fear of missing a wound.

"A Yuan, my hand does hurt a little bit. It's so sore. His bones are too hard."

The face of the girl who had been so decisive just now changed, and she mumbled aggrievedly, her red lips acting coquettishly.

The huge transformation makes people shudder, but the man who is being coquettishly enjoys it and enjoys it extremely.

"Baby Yingbao, let me rub it for you. It will stop hurting after a while."

Rong Liyuan took Mu Changying's little hand and squeezed it gently, as if he was afraid of breaking the treasure in his heart.

The hostility around him hadn't diminished even a bit, yet he made such a shocking move.

Some people present even doubted whether he was possessed by a ghost. Otherwise, how could this happen?

Mrs. Rong looked at the two of them and kept nodding, with a look of satisfaction in her clear eyes.

Not bad, the waiter knows how to love his wife.

Rubbing Nannan's hands in front of so many people stabilized his status as the main palace official.

In this way, other wild men who covet the girl will have to weigh whether they are worthy enough.

Half a day later.

Mu Changying took out her little hand and said, "Ayuan, there's no need to continue rubbing it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The warm and soft little hand left, and her residual warmth remained in the palm.

Rong Liyuan rubbed his fingers and focused on Jin Xieye.

Gentleness no longer existed, violence swept over him, and the evil aura that filled his body made his heart tremble.

"Butler, take him to the pool to calm down."

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pond?

Everyone who came to the banquet passed by the garden of Rong Mansion.

The pool is very clear, and you can tell that someone takes care of it regularly.

Although it is the height of summer, if an injured person is thrown into the pool, the wound will definitely worsen.

Jin Xieye had a look of panic on his face, and his heart was in his throat.

He swallowed and tried to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

"You...Second Master, don't bully others too much! I am the eldest young master of the Jin family, the heir to the ironclad family. If something happens to me, my family will definitely not let it go!"

After listening to a lot of nonsense, Rong Liyuan's eyes showed a hint of impatience, and his face became gloomy.

His voice deepened, "Steward Lin."

"Yes, Second Master."

Bai Mo went to deal with other important matters, which were temporarily on Butler Lin's body.

He stepped forward, his expression unchanged, and asked the well-trained bodyguards to grab Jin Xieye's hands and drag him away.

"Master Jin, I'm offended."

"You...you all let go of me..."

Jin Xieye struggled, but his arm was dislocated and his resistance was completely useless.

He was dragged out of the hall and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"..."

Gu Qingyun's hand movements paused for a moment.

The pitiful screams finally stopped lingering in her ears, and she let out a soft breath.

There was no trace of guilt in her eyes, and she continued to deal with the medicinal materials, as if the person just now had nothing to do with her.