Black belly princess, please come to bed

Zhao Gongzi Zhao Yue, at the age of 20, just reached the age of weak crown.

Although the Zhao family did not serve as an official, they have been in business for generations, and their wealth is immeasurable.

Zhao Yue is the eldest son of the Zhao family, and their Zhao family has never had an official wife.

The prime minister intended to betroth his daughter to the Zhao family, but in fact, it was a surprise to them.

Fenghua glanced at Mr. Zhao lightly, seeing that he was slender, elegant and picturesque, exuding a bright and beautiful aura, he didn't smile, but his bright black eyes seemed to be smiling gently, what a gentle and elegant man son.

There was no special woman hugging him, on the contrary, there was a special young man sitting beside him.

A young man with a silver mask, half of his silver mask covers half of his face, but this half of his face makes people want to reach out and tear off his mask.

With his left face all over the city, Feng Hua suddenly thought of such a sentence.

Is the right face dumping the country?

Suddenly, a cold eye shot over, it was the silver-faced young master, Fenghua was caught off guard, and when he met his eyes, he was slightly taken aback, and then calmly said without any embarrassment: "Greetings to the two young masters." .” Then obediently hugged Qin and sat down opposite them.

I seem to have seen these eyes somewhere before!

Strange and familiar!

Cold, light!

Look at his white robe, so white that there is no trace of dust.

The old bustard wanted to say something, but Hong Xiu had already tugged her, so she could only blink her eyes and said, "Both young masters appreciate it slowly."

Everyone left soon, Fenghua sat calmly, thinking that Mr. Zhao didn't come here to ask for flowers, otherwise, why didn't he have a girl to accompany him, but a silver-faced son?

Suddenly I took a deep breath in my heart, there is no girl, and the two young masters are sitting here alone, and the distance is so close, could it be that this young master Zhao has broken sleeves?So under the guise of visiting a brothel, he actually came to meet men!

Broken sleeve?

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, so no one needs to interfere with anyone else.

He glanced at the silver-faced man, although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, judging by the aura of these two people, it seemed that Mr. Zhao was still weak.

Did she want to marry a weakling?Fenghua's heart is a little messy, can't he be the attacker?

"Don't you want to play the piano?" Mr. Zhao raised his voice and asked, his voice was still gentle.

Fenghua suddenly felt that he couldn't keep playing, but since he was here, he had to play, which would make people suspicious.

"Take off the veil." Another voice suddenly sounded, it was the voice of the silver-masked boy.

Why should she take off her veil?He himself wears a mask.

"The little girl does not show off her face, so I am sorry!" Fenghua said in a low voice, deliberately softening her voice.

'Chi...'

That silver-faced man is simply hateful.

Fenghua unexpectedly shot at her suddenly, Fenghua had calculated everything, and he didn't expect that just a look from the old bustard could make the two young masters on the opposite side understand that she didn't just come to play music.

The veil was blown away by the silver thread that he flew, the silver thread seemed to not exist, silently, but the real attack came, people were caught off guard, the speed was like lightning and thunder, Fenghua wanted to hide, but There was no time.

At the moment when the veil was blown away, Mr. Zhao stood up abruptly, he couldn't believe it: "Miss Feng?" He recognized his fiancée who was about to marry even though he had never met her before.