The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 227 Little Milk Cat (29)

"..."

Everyone looked forward to it.

Who is it - who can win the favor of Young Master Su and personally help her down?

The young man maintained an invitation-like posture, his slender lips were slightly pursed, and his voice was soft and cherished: "Wu Wan."

"..."

A white and beautiful slender hand stretched out.

Her ten fingers were slender, her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, and they were not dyed with fancy danko. Under the bright golden sunlight, the nails were as crystal clear as snow.

Hands are a woman's second face.

Just looking at this hand, one can tell that the owner of the hand must have a good temperament.

Green onion's slender fingers rested lightly on the young man's palm, and immediately he suddenly came into everyone's sight.

The girl's long black hair is slightly curly, hanging down her waist like black silk, and she is wearing a white dreamy gauze fairy dress with fine diamonds hanging on the skirt, which is bright and dazzling when she walks.

Beautiful and charming, but the clothes are so fairy-like and pure.

However, this does not seem nondescript or alternative at all. Instead, it completely blends the two contradictory temperaments of glamorous and youthful.

It can no longer be described simply by the word 'beautiful'.

What controls this style is not the appearance, but the temperament.

A person with such a temperament must not be of ordinary origin.

Which family's little princess is this girl who actually took down Young Master Su in one fell swoop?

At this moment, many people had this thought in their hearts at the same time.

Qin Chuan's ostentatious voice broke everyone's mind, "I say you two are enough, my young master is here to have fun, not to eat dog food!"

Hiccup, it smells so good~

Qin Chuan will always be the warm-up little prince who shines like the sun.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Patriarch Shen immediately stopped his secretly turbulent thoughts, smiled politely, and welcomed the distinguished guests into the door.

Qin Chuan has long sleeves and is good at dancing. He has always been sensual and has a lot of fun.

Su Mo doesn't like extravagant and lively feasts, and he has an independent temperament around him, which makes people watch from a distance but not play with them.

Before knowing this young master's temperament, whoever dared to easily approach him for friendship would just stand aside, chatting and watching happily.

With a careless expression, Fenghua received all kinds of curious, prying, malicious, or envious eyes from all directions, picked up a piece of cake and put it into a small plate.

Fenghua gently dug out a small spoonful of the crystal clear and delicious cake, and fed the first bite to the boy, "Come, have a taste."

Su Mo's slender lips parted slightly, and the tip of his pink tongue licked the silver spoon.

Immediately, he frowned slightly, as if it was unbearable, he slid his throat twice, and after swallowing it forcefully, he commented: "It's unpalatable, it's not as good as what you made."

This cake is far inferior to those made by her own hands, not even the ones made by the chef of the Su family.

"Really?" Fenghua tasted it himself, and it was really... hard to say.

I don't know if it's her illusion, no matter what the food on Planet Meow is, it always tastes like a nutrient.

Her majesty's noble taste buds expressed that they could not appreciate it.

She put down the plate that still contained half of the cake, and asked him with a sideways look, "You still ate it when it was so unpalatable?"

With a serious look on the young man's beautiful fair face, he slightly pursed his petal-like lips, and said, "Because it was you who fed me."

Hou Hou personally fed him, even if it was mixed with poison, he would still eat it.

　The next chapter is at 8pm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)