Pick up a prince, eat it and wipe it up

The boy sighed, and silently stepped back.

However, the boy closed his mouth, but Meng Haoping also closed his mouth as if he couldn't remember that there were so many other people in the yard.

Little master, are you talking?You just sit like this, if I were the worry-free young master, I'm afraid I would have ignored you a long time ago.

Meng Haoping couldn't receive the boy's psychological activities at all.Does he really not know that there are other people in this yard?Of course he knew it, he just didn't want Wuyou's eyes to be attracted by other things, even if Wuyou's eyes were not on him right now, but after all the courtyard was quiet, Meng Haoping had the cheek to think that , now only I am by Wuyou's side, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

"You brought all these people here?"

Wuyou basked in the sun for a while, and felt a little drowsy. Someone gently covered her body with a thin blanket, opened her eyes slightly, and saw Meng Haoping's hand that had just been withdrawn.

Meng Haoping pursed his lips: "But did it bother you?"

Wuyou smiled, can you not laugh, this yard is very quiet, those people have not said a word since they came in, where is the noise coming from, it's just someone's narrow-mindedness.

Wuyou changed his posture and lay on the recliner, slightly tilted his head and glanced to the side, but found that those people still had some masks on their faces.There's nothing fancy on the mask, it's all white on one side, good guy, these people can't tell who's who.

Wuyou suddenly turned embarrassing: "The ones on their faces are the ones they always wear?"

Which actor would carry these things all the time?He had never heard of Zhenbei Wangfu actually having such a preference.

Meng Hao nodded seriously without changing his face and heartbeat: "Yeah."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, and he buried his face deeply, for fear that the unrestrained expression on his face would be exposed.

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, and Wuyou's also twitched, but he didn't believe what Meng Haoping said: "Take off all the masks on your face."

Those individuals turned their heads to look at Meng Haoping.Meng Haoping: "...Listen to Wuyou."

The masks were taken off one after another. There were no particularly good-looking people inside, and there were also no people with particularly ugly facial features.

Wuyou lay back on the recliner, his eyes lingering on those individuals, but Meng Haoping grabbed and tugged his hand at some point.

Wuyou looked away, and pulled his hand out from under someone's claw: "Is there any storyteller?"

Meng Haoping looked back at Wuyou's gaze, closed his eyes, and naturally did not pay attention to those individuals, the corners of Meng Haoping's mouth curled up slightly in pride, and then he wiped the curve of his own mouth. Ping, turned to look at those individuals.He also doesn't know if there is a storyteller.The prince of Zhenbei didn't say anything about sending the person here, so he brought the person here directly.

Meng Haoping glanced over, of course it was much more powerful than Wuyou, after all, they were all from Zhenbei Wangfu, they didn't know other people's little masters, but they knew their own little masters, especially They know even more that this little master will still be the master of Zhenbei Palace in the future.

As soon as Meng Haoping turned his gaze, an old man who was not too young came over with a smile, and greeted Meng Haoping and Wuyou: "The villain is added as a storyteller. It all depends on the storyteller's mouth, and please listen to the old man, all young masters, and let me tell you one by one."

Meng Haoping's eyes paused on the little old man's face, then he turned his head suddenly: "Don't talk about the past and present, let's talk about the interesting things in the capital recently."

The little old man was stunned for a moment, all the manuscripts he had prepared were useless, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at the boy's position.

The little servant almost made the little old man cry. What do you see me doing? Will I say it?If I could say, would I use you?Whatever the master asks you to do, just do it, look at me, do you think I'm useful?

The little servant smiled shyly at the direction where Meng Haoping was also looking over there, and when he turned his head to look at the little old man, his face darkened: "You can say whatever the master tells you. There are a lot of things happening here, you just pick up a few and talk about it.”

"Oh, yes, yes."

The little old man shrank his neck, swallowed, and then opened his posture to speak.

He really deserves to use that mouth as a guy who eats by himself, and the little old man can talk about ordinary things with one mouth.Even the servants of Princess Changyi's mansion couldn't help listening to the following with their ears upright. When the little old man's mouth was dry, they even took the initiative to refill him with tea.

"It means that the disciples of the high school are fickle. Some time ago, the little old man heard the news that this Prince Ning's residence..."

Wuyou slightly opened his eyelids, glanced at Meng Haoping beside him, but met Meng Haoping's gaze, and couldn't help but smile.This Prince Ning's Mansion is familiar even if it is said that it is familiar, and it is not familiar if it is not familiar.At the beginning, it was only because the only son of King Ning's mansion had his own thoughts, which caused the trouble, otherwise, they would never know who the mansion of Prince Ning was.

Wuyou looked at Meng Haoping carefully for a few times, his face turned red, his eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously widened, revealing a particularly silly smile.

To be honest, Meng Haoping is not very good-looking, but his muscles are very strong. He is not so strong, but it gives people a sense of security.The whole face has sharp edges and corners. When I was young, I looked at it as an ugly child. I don’t know if it’s because of the opening these years. If you look closely, you can still find a little bit of the prince of Zhenbei. The shadow is above.

The prince of Zhenbei is a handsome man, even if he is a gangster, he is not the kind of person with a bit of elegance that is popular in the capital, but he still attracts many women in the boudoir, otherwise the capital would be There won't be so many rumors about Zhenbei Palace.

Wuyou slowly raised the corners of his mouth and retracted his gaze. The light in Meng Haoping's eyes also slowly dissipated. He sat with his head down, looking like a big dog that has been splashed with a bucket of water. , pitiful.In his ears, the storyteller's voice didn't stop at all, but it didn't enter his ears.

Wuyou sighed, opened his eyes, and pulled Meng Haoping's sleeves. Meng Haoping's eyes lit up again. Before Wuyou withdrew his hand, someone dragged his hands and arms into him. In his arms, he smiled silently.