Hilarious and unscrupulous concubine: My princess loves money too much

Is this Yang Ruoyao out of her mind, insisting that she likes Xiao Che, forcing her own point of view on her.

Talking to such a self-righteous woman is really nerve-wracking.

"And I, Jin Luoluo, live happily or not because I rely on myself instead of men. Tsk tsk, a woman like you is so pathetic, putting all her happiness on a man, worrying all day whether he will change his mind, Once he doesn't love you, you will be miserable and pitiful. A person like you who has no self will never understand my Jin Luoluo's thoughts. "

Yang Ruoyao's eyes showed sarcasm: "Of course I don't understand your thoughts. A merchant's daughter like you shows up all day long and deals with all kinds of filthy men. She has no morals at all, and her body has long been dirty. It's also out of line. If it weren't for your horoscope, you wouldn't be qualified to join the noble royal family, why don't you work hard to climb up when you have this opportunity, why are you pretending to be noble."

From the beginning until now, Jin Luoluo has been extremely vulgar, with acrimonious words and the smell of copper. [

A mere merchant's daughter dared to be complacent in front of her prime minister's daughter, and put on a show to teach herself.

How would such a woman be any better, being able to become a princess is her blessing from eternal cultivation, and she is picking on three and four, clearly deliberately using other means to seduce Xiao Che.

Jin Luoluo has been in contact with men a lot, so she can't use any kind of flirtatious means.

"I pretend to be noble? I'm the daughter of a businessman, I just love money, and I'm just vulgar. What's wrong? I, Jin Luoluo, have never been used to people who pretend to be arrogant. Save face, don't be shameless. If you say I'm not clean, what kind of onion are you, my father still dare not teach me like this."

"Miss Prime Minister, bah! I've never seen such a shameless young lady who is so shameless to be someone else's mistress. I'm so sorry. I have a smack on my face, and I still have to come to my door to be slapped. I'm sorry if I don't. .”

Jin Luoluo picked up an inkstone and shook her hand.

The ink on it flung out a graceful arc, and all fell on Yang Ruoyao's face and body, as if it had been lifted out of a ditch.

Yang Ruoyao didn't believe that Jin Luoluo would dare to splash ink on her, and stood there blankly.