mask wife

"You guys go down." The man dismissed the two maids in the room, and walked towards Qianxi with a smile on his face: "Miss, do you have any discomfort?"

Slightly stunned, she looked up and down at this man. He is about 1 meters tall, not fat or thin, with a pair of deep and charming eyes inlaid on his handsome face. It reveals the rare royal noble temperament exuding from him.

I always feel that the man is very familiar, as if...

"Miss, don't be afraid, my name is Leng Liehan."

This man is the only member of the British royal family with Chinese ancestry, and also the first man who was conferred the title of earl by the Queen of England at the age of 16!

I really didn't expect that I would meet him here! ?Heh, it seems that I got to know him one step faster than Shi Xiu alone: ​​"Hello, Mr. Leng, my name is Qianxi."

Leng Liehan smiled softly, and said lightly: "Hehe, I thought I had the wrong person."

"you know me?"

After Qianxi asked in surprise, he nodded slightly: "I am honored to attend the wedding of Miss Qianxi and Emperor Ying today."

Frowning slightly, her elegant expression instantly became condensed.

"I'm really sorry, I forgot to tell you, Miss Qianxi..." Sensing the change in her expression, Leng Lihan carefully explained: "I and Yingdi were childhood playmates. Due to work, my family and I When I came to Florence, I seldom contacted the Eagle Emperor, and today I received the news of your wedding, so I went to attend your wedding."

"Oh..." Nodding knowingly, she slowly got out of bed and walked up to Leng Lianhan: "Mr. Leng...Thank you for saving me."

"Hehe, even if you are not the wife of the Eagle Emperor, I will bring you back, and this is not a salvation..." After his extremely feminine and low-pitched words fell, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a deep and deep smile. And the melancholy eyes seem to be able to see through Qianxi's heart: "If Miss Qianxi needs my help, you can just ask."

Raising her head in surprise, an indescribable warmth gradually surged in her heart. This warmth seemed to have been felt more than ten years ago, but she couldn't remember who gave it to her: "Mr. Leng..."

"Just call me Han."

"Mr. Han..."

"Pfft." Leng Liehan smiled exaggeratedly, raised her fingers gracefully, and stroked the hair on her forehead lightly: "You don't need to be so rude, Emperor Ying calls me that, of course Miss Qianxi can do it too."

His every gesture and gesture are so charming and elegant, as if they are more perfect and unreal than the prince in fairy tales: "I... hope you can help me contact Yin Yingdi."

Narrowing his deep eyes, he nodded with a cold smile: "Of course, but I can't contact him now." Pointing to the window shrouded in darkness, he smiled charmingly again: "Qianxi lives here first. It's late, I'll take you to find him tomorrow morning."

"En..." Qianxi nodded hesitantly, and suddenly asked suspiciously, "Don't you feel any curiosity about me?"

"Hehe, sometimes, what the eyes see may not be true, and what the mouth asks may not be true, but I like to look at something with my heart." After the philosophical words fell, Leng Liehan turned around He walked slowly towards the door, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly showed a smirk at her: "Next time, change to a different glue, this kind of glue is very harmful to the skin."

Feeling tense, Qianxi quickly ran into the bathroom, only to realize that her disguise had almost come off...