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

"Hey, did you fall stupidly? Can you still stand up?"

Ling Sirou lowered her head and looked down at Feng Jue, even though she was dressed in coarse linen, she still couldn't hide the handsomeness of the man in front of her, if it wasn't like this, she probably wouldn't have come to her gaze, right?

In front of the beauty, he appeared in an indecent posture, Feng Jue felt embarrassed, so he quickly got up, Ling Sirou asked someone to take him in through the side door. www>

"Do you have anything to do with my father?"

Ling Sirou asked a little domineeringly, she is a pampered young lady, and even more flattered by everyone, she is the first one like Feng Jue who doesn't say a word when she sees her, Ling Sirou despises Feng Jue's dullness in her heart. [

If his appearance still suits her eyes, she probably won't even look at her. In her heart, such a person is not worthy of her.

"This matter can only be discussed with your father, can the lady help me?"

Although he knew that the lady in front of him was arrogant, Feng Jue still didn't give up, and he didn't know if the person in front of him was the one who saved him.

"Haven't you tried it? Didn't my father miss you?"

Ling Sirou put down the cup in his hand.

"That's why I asked Miss to help me, I am very grateful"

Feng Jue lowered his posture as much as possible.

Ling Sirou sized him up, being looked at by such clear eyes, Feng Jue also felt embarrassed, and unconsciously lowered his head.

It was the first time Ling Sirou saw a boy blushing in front of her, and she became interested, so she said on a whim: "How about this, let me help you, come back in two days."

Ling Sirou also asked about the inn he stayed in, in order not to arouse suspicion, Feng Jue reported the name of a small inn, and moved there when he left Ling's residence.

Ling Sirou went to look for him the next day, she took his hand and walked around the street.

"Wrap this up"

"I want this too"

Feng Jue watched Ling Sirou search the whole street.

"How about this cloth? Do you like it?"

Feng Jue looked at the red dress in her hand, not knowing what to say, could he say that he never wore such a bright color?

"You feel good too, don't you?"

Facing her expectant eyes, Feng Jue nodded, Ling Sirou was happy, he liked it.

After returning, Feng Jue realized that all the things she bought were for him. [

"You dress up, just say you are in business, talk to my father about something, and he will see you."