Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 462

Those sufferings buried deep in the memory may have been deeply rooted, so how can they be solved in a few words.

Jiang Nianjiao, Bian Mengying and Wu Zhenghong cleaned up the floor of the dormitory, talked and laughed and left after taking a bath.

"We don't need to compare with others, Cuihua Building is so expensive, let's go to ordinary restaurants to eat."

The three walked along the tree-lined avenue, bouncing around in a relaxed mood.

Bian Mengying said with a smile, "Don't worry, the girl from Cuihua Louben can still afford a meal."

"Haha, that's not it." Wu Zhenghong smiled and took Bian Mengying's arm, "Nianjiao, don't talk about it, I'm in your favor today, and I'm waiting for a good meal."

Jiang Nianjiao smiled lightly, stopped suddenly, and stared blankly at the opposite side.

But I saw the dead leaves rustling all over the sky.

Among the shadows of the trees, a long and light blue figure slowly walked past without looking sideways.

Jiang Nianjiao couldn't help but followed a few steps, tilting her head and looking at the man between the shadows of the trees.

Bian Mengying and Wu Zhenghong also turned their heads to watch.

At the same time, under the forest road opposite, in the small flower garden next to it, there were several squirming female students hiding aside and covering their faces to peek.

Wu Zhenghong covered her mouth with one hand, lowered her voice and exclaimed, "Yes, he is the son of Prince Yu, right?"

"It looks like it is." Bian Mengying dragged the two of them forward a few steps, looking into the bushes.

Jiang Nianjiao's eyes kept falling on the light blue figure, until the other person turned to the side and entered the bamboo garden next to him, completely out of sight, then slowly looked away.

"What a good day today, to be able to meet Prince Yu's son."

"Yeah, yeah, it's really surprising."

A few female students huddled beside the tree, excitedly holding hands and cheering in low voices.

Bian Mengying tugged Wu Zhenghong's sleeve, "I'm back to my soul."

Wu Zhenghong held her slightly flushed face, and the little daughter shook her lower body coquettishly, "Just now, I caught a glimpse and saw the profile of the prince. It's really beautiful. I can play it back in my mind for a month."

Everyone in the world knows that the Shen family produces handsome and unparalleled young people. Not only are they good-looking, they are also said to be very talented.

As for what kind of talent, most ordinary people would think that it is the ability of the warrior's cultivation base, and it has no connection with the controller of the natural force at all.

Bian Mengying teased, "It's all right, don't have sweet dreams."

Children from ordinary families like them can't imagine the heirs of the royal family, that is, they can only watch from a distance.

"Hey, what can I do if I have a sweet dream. Anyway, if I can't get it, I can think about it." Wu Zhenghong laughed.

Bian Mengying sneered, shook her head and left, Wu Zhenghong followed with a smile.

However, after walking a few steps, the two realized that Jiang Nianjiao hadn't followed, so they turned their heads to look.

The thin and thin figure of the little girl was still standing there, with her small head hanging down and her shoulders slightly arched.

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhenghong and the two rushed to Jiang Nianjiao's side, tugging at her little hand.

Jiang Nianjiao raised her head abruptly, her face covered with frost and anger, which made both of them startled.

Soon, Jiang Nianjiao suppressed the many emotions in her eyes and returned to calm.

That young man was as handsome as ever.

I still remember the scene where he looked back and looked around in the corridor, turning all living beings upside down with a smile.

I still remember... such a beautiful young man, but was later pointed out to a stupid, domineering and arrogant fool.

Heartache makes it hard to breathe.

(End of this chapter)