Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

Xiaoying knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to Duanmu Minya, she kowtowed very seriously and solemnly, and kowtowed loudly.

Xia Jin, who was worried over there, couldn't help but smile reassuringly when she saw Xiaoying being so loyal. That's good, she can hand over Duanmu Minya to her with confidence.

Although she didn't know Xiaoying well, she just felt reassured about her. She was very reassured that she let her take care of Duanmu Minya instead of her, and she also believed that she would take good care of her.

This is a kind of fate. People get along with each other, even if they haven't been together for a long time, although they will recognize her at a glance, or like her very much from the first sight, this is the embodiment of whether they agree with this person or not. It's what we usually call fate.

Even if some people have known you for a lifetime, they will not have unforgettable feelings, they are just friends of gentlemen who are as indifferent as water.

And they all have a kind of understanding and reassurance towards Xiaoying as if they have known each other for a long time.

"Xia Jin quickly help Xiaoying up."

Duanmu Minya looked at Xiaoying with a sincere and honest face gently, and couldn't help but smile brighter and fresher, making people feel like a spring breeze, with clear eyes flowing with waves, and a bright smile blooming like a bright summer flower.

And Xiaoying, who was supported by Xia Jin, just stared blankly at Duanmu Minya, who was smiling brilliantly and freshly, not even knowing Xia Jin and Lin Butler's resignation.

Looking at Xiaoying's dazed appearance, Duanmu Minya couldn't help but smiled again. Seeing Xiaoying's dazed appearance, she couldn't help but think of Qiujuan. Qiujuan is like her. Be mesmerized by her elegant smile.

They faced each other like this, not even knowing that a man wearing a purple brocade robe and naturally exuding a noble, handsome, and ruthless temperament came in.

The one in the purple brocade robe is not someone else, but Xuanyuan Qingtian with a cold and angry face. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Duanmu Minya, who was smiling peacefully and melodiously like moonlight and flowing water. Make it look like this!

Could this be the real her? Could it be that she was as domineering, cruel, savage, and capricious as the rumors? If that was the case, he would definitely not spare her!

As if startled by his unconcealable anger, the smiling Duanmu Minya slowly turned her head to look at Xuanyuan Qingtian. Of course, she did not ignore the coldness and anger on Xuanyuan Qingtian's face, even though he had forcibly suppressed it.

But she still felt his rage, indifference and indifference from his frosty expression, from his stern eyes that seemed to be shrouded in anger, but slightly glowing red.

Duanmu Minya raised her head slightly, looked at her calmly, and met his sharp knife-like gaze without any fear or timidity.