In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

Under Wang Ying's earnest gaze, Yin Qing stepped into the shop with her head held high.

"Miss San, we have brought in a batch of high-quality black jade jewelry today, which match your complexion very well." Wang Ying bent slightly, and followed behind Yin Qing to introduce.

"En", Yin Qing supported the emerald gold hairpin on her head, "Take me to have a look."

"Hey, the hairpin on Miss San's head is a new model from Baibaoge, the best tidying shop in Kyoto, right?" Wang Ying immediately understood Yin Qing's movements, and cooperated with her even more diligently.

She knew that as long as she could coax the customers well, then this achievement would come naturally.

Wang Ying's words greatly satisfied Yin Qing's inner vanity. She was already happy in her heart, but her mouth was calm and calm, "If you like a worthless gadget, I will give it to you."

After all, she made a gesture to pull out the hairpin, and Wang Ying quickly waved her hand, "No, no, you should wear such a precious hairpin, the third girl. Giving it to a lowly person like me would be a waste of treasure."

"Forget it," Yin Qing withdrew her hand.

She was just being polite, so she was not willing to give it to her, but she begged her father for a long time before he asked someone to bring it to her.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is the third young lady of Yueyang City Lord's family. I know for myself that she is just a concubine, and her mother is a singer of status. Everyone in the house looks down on her.

Her poor self-esteem can only be greatly satisfied by these ordinary people outside.

"Which family is that, I have never seen it before?" Yin Qing pointed to the man in black who was carefully selecting accessories not far away.

The man's face was exquisite, and his whole body exuded a cool and restrained aura, which moved Yin Qing's heart.

Yin Qing was referring to Jiang Ying. Wang Ying didn't like this poor boy at first, but seeing Yin Qing's interest, he could only smile and said, "The poor ghost from other places came in with his wife to shelter from the rain."

In the end, there was still a bit of disgust in his tone.

What's the use of being good-looking, you have to be rich, this is the most reasonable saying that Wang Ying believes in.

But she didn't want to, her words just hurt Yin Qing's poor self-esteem, she sneered, "You are just a seller, clear yourself up."

The smile on Wang Ying's face froze, she didn't know how she had offended the noble lady in front of her, she just glanced at Yin Qing's expression, and she immediately understood.

This Yin Qing is afraid that she has taken a fancy to this handsome young man.

"Yes, what Miss San taught me was that the villain made a slip of his tongue." Wang Ying hurriedly apologized.

"Aying, do you want to see this look good?" Liu Wangshu shouted from the other side.

Jiang Ying raised her head, walked over with a smile, "It's beautiful."

While speaking, he had already walked to Liu Wangshu's side.

"You haven't watched it yet," Liu Wangshu muttered and pushed him.

Jiang Ying took the light pink peach hairpin in her hand and looked it over carefully, "It's still pretty."

Although he was talking about hairpins, his eyes were indeed fixed on Liu Wangshu's face.

Seeing this scene, Yin Qing just felt heartbroken. It was the first time in her 16 years of life that a man could make her so addicted, but he married at a young age.

Yin Qi's hand unconsciously grabbed the hem of her clothes, while Wang Ying was carefully thinking about how to persuade this little ancestor.

"I want that peach hairpin." Yin Qing stared at the smiling Liu Wangshu and gritted her teeth.

Wang Ying nodded quickly as if she had been pardoned, "I'll get it for you right now."

She walked up to Liu Wangshu in a few steps, and although she had a smile on her face, her mouth was very vicious, "You two, if you can't afford it, don't look at it, this hairpin, that lady wants it."

After finishing speaking, he snatched the hairpin from Liu Wangshu's hand.

Jiang Ying's complexion had already darkened, and the man's tone was too harsh.

Liu Wangshu couldn't help but frowned, and gently held Jiang Ying, "Let's go and have a look."

Anyway, there are so many shops around, just change to another one.

Seeing the two people walking past him, Wang Ying let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

"and many more".

Yin Qing took a step forward, blocking the way of the two of them.

"What do you mean, girl?" Jiang Ying held Liu Wangshu's hand and frowned.

When Jiang Ying's cold voice sounded, Yin Qing could only feel her heart beating hard. She mustered up her courage and faced Jiang Ying's face. This face, when viewed from a close distance, turned out to be more perfect.

"Wrap up that hairpin and give it to this young master." Yin Qing tried her best to hold back the throbbing in her heart, and ordered with her head raised.

Even though Wang Ying was well-informed, she never expected Yin Qing to make such a move.

His wife is still there.

Seeing Wang Ying still standing there, a trace of anger flashed across Yin Qing's face, "Can't you hear me?"

Wang Ying just woke up like a dream, and walked to the counter with the hairpin. She just sells the goods, and what else has nothing to do with her.

"Sister, this is not good." Xiaoxiu shook Wang Ying's arm lightly, but she gave her a hard look.

Liu Wangshu looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in front of her, and couldn't help but said coldly: "What are you doing, girl? Treat me as a decoration."

Liu Wangshu is also a cultivator, although he looks only in his early twenties, but his aura is terrifying.

Yin Qing blinked her eyes in fright at her aura, feeling a little hesitant in her heart.

But at this time, there are already many spectators around the door of the store. If she is afraid, how can she have the face to stay in Yueyang City in the future.

These two people look like poor people in their clothes, and she, Yin Qing, can still provoke them, at most, she will just go home and be scolded by her elder sister.

Thinking of the Yin family, Yin Qing gained a bit more confidence. Their Yin family has the capital to run rampant in Yueyang City.

"I think this young master is good-looking, so I just gave him a jade hairpin." Yin Qing raised her small face, full of arrogance.

Jiang Ying's eyebrows flickered with a hint of viciousness. He hates people saying that he is good-looking. This word is probably used to describe women.

But he didn't speak, just turned his head slightly and looked at Liu Wangshu.

He wanted to see how his sister planned to deal with this rotten peach blossom.

Liu Wangshu naturally sensed his intentions, gave him a coquettish look, then turned to look at the arrogant young girl.

She took Jiang Ying's arm, "My husband is good-looking, and that's not the reason why you don't care about your shame and give gifts in the street to court."

Hearing these words, Yin Qing's face turned red and white for a while.

This woman dared to say that about her in front of so many people.

She seemed to be able to hear the low laughter and ridicule in the crowd...

"Old woman, do you know who I am?" Yin Qing's face was a bit hideous.

In Yueyang City, she had never been so humiliated before, she must make this old woman pay the price.

Liu Wangshu looked at the horrifying little girl in front of him, and shook his head. With his skills, he dared to come out and grab a man from me.

Looking at Wang Ying who was standing aside, holding the hairpin, neither advancing nor retreating, "You can keep this hairpin for yourself."