The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

She has to respect the fruits of other people's labor, right?

Holding the clothes, Xin'er didn't know whether to advance or retreat. At this time, Zong Zhenghao arrived in a timely manner. It turned out that he heard someone report that the clothes were delivered to Feng Qining, so he came here specially. a trip.Fiction Rankings
"What's the matter? Xin'er, why are you holding so many clothes? What are you doing here?"

Zong Zhenghao's face was gloomy. In the palace, evil slaves bully the master, this is a common thing.

"My lord, these are given to my servants by my aunt, and it's none of my business."

Xin'er's body trembled like leaves falling in the autumn wind, her eyes were too frightened to look at the indifferent man in front of her.

"I gave it to her. I have clothes to wear myself, so I don't need to reward you. If you think it's a waste to give it to a maid, you can take it back."

Feng Qining admitted it generously, and Zong Zhenghao looked at her coldly.

don't want?With two simple words, did she know that this dress was specially ordered by herself to be made, and she vetoed all of this with just two simple words.

Zong Zhenghao felt that his hard work was completely wasted, and the man's self-esteem was also frustrated. Thinking of him as a majestic King Hao, even if he rewarded others with a tattered dress, others would be happy to take it, but Feng Qining is fine. He refused flatly, and gave the clothes to a maid.

How does this make him feel bad?

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and two equally powerful auras reverberated in the room, Xin'er was squeezed aside, unable to retreat.

As soon as Murong Li went out, a figure rushed over from behind, her body turned sideways, and the person flew in vain, and she threw too hard, she didn't have time to stop and fell to the ground.

"Li, why are you doing this again?"

The woman's coquettish voice came over, and in the quiet night, I could hear it very clearly. Her clear smile covered the disgust in her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up. The tenderness just now was no longer seen, and a trace of coldness was wiped away.

Glancing at the woman who fell on the ground, Murong Li turned around and left as if she didn't see it. The woman pursed her mouth when she saw Murong Li ignoring her, but she still kept up with her.

"Li, what's the matter with you, are you angry?"

The woman walked over, wanting to hold Murong Li's hand, she flicked her sleeve, strong internal force swept the woman away from her side, Murong Li turned around and looked at the woman expressionlessly.

"Xinglu, don't follow me anymore, and don't call my name"