The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

Lu Qiuhong's originally dim eyes lit up, rolled her eyes, and said: "Your words are reasonable, reasonable, let's 'borrow' some from others. ╞26nbsp;╡"

Fu Yaxuan hesitated for a moment, and said, "Borrow? Do you know anyone in Luoyao City?"

"Who said you need to know people to borrow money. Your martial arts are so good, plus my cleverness, then we are unparalleled chivalrous women who rob the rich and give to the poor." Lu Qiuhong rubbed her palms, ready to move.

"It's robbing others, help yourself. I won't do this kind of thing, even if I beat you to death." Fu Yaxuan raised her face arrogantly.

"You will do it if you starve to death." Lu Qiuhong curled her lips in disdain.

Hehehe, it's really embarrassing for her to discover all this thought.

"Anyway, I won't do it." Anyway, she is also a princess, so how could she do such a thing.

"Okay, as long as you don't stop me."

Lu Qiuhong's eyes turned to the people walking in the market, three aunts and six women, gentle scholars, bearded men... They don't seem to be easy targets, and there are also dudes, but they all have more than two bodyguards with strong martial arts. With her three-legged cat skills, I'm afraid she can't even get close to that person.

Fu Yaxuan finally knew that if a person was too hungry, his thoughts would be uncontrollable. She smelled the aroma of the food wafting in the wind, and she was thinking about money crazily. She wanted a lot of money.

In the past, she thought that she was different from Lu Qiuhong, but when people were hungry, they were all the same.

Her pair of eyes are responsible for watching the east side of the market, as long as there is a suitable target, they will strike without mercy.

A handsome nobleman came into Fu Yaxuan's sight. His handsome face was extremely cold and gloomy at the moment, as if someone owed him a hundred and nine thousand seven thousand and seven thousand seventy-seven thousand dollars. However, Fu Yaxuan recognized him at a glance. It was his husband, Cui Moyao, who should be cut to pieces.

He looks preoccupied, why?

He lost a lot of weight, and why?

It can't be because of her, can it?impossible.Probably the beauty is in the arms, and the indulgence is too much. People say: it is the most difficult to bear the grace of a beauty.

Lu Qiuhong turned her head and found that Fu Yaxuan was in a daze. Following her gaze, she couldn't help but marvel, wow, beautiful boy, she was stunned, and the saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth.

After a while, she embarrassedly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, only to realize that Fu Yaxuan was exaggerating much more than herself, and kept staring at the handsome man.

"Hey, can you get enough just by watching?" Lu Qiuhong jealously pushed Fu Yaxuan who had been in a daze beside her with her elbow.

Only then did Fu Yaxuan come back to his senses, and suddenly leaned over to Lu Qiuhong's ear, and said softly, "I've found my target, and it's the man in white."

"I know you've taken a fancy to him, but he seems to be very difficult to deal with." Just by visual height, the man is a head taller than her. She doesn't want to be beaten to death before starving to death.

"It doesn't matter, you can just strike, I guarantee you can escape." Fu Yaxuan said confidently.

According to modern people, the husband and wife's property is shared, and Cui Moyao's property is half of her Fu Yaxuan's, so it is only natural for her to take some for Huahua.

The two talked for a while, whispering their ears. Although Lu Qiuhong still lacked confidence, with Fu Yaxuan's strong guarantee and the urge of her stomach, she couldn't allow her to hesitate any longer.

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Cui Moyao was walking on the street, but he didn't know where he was going, it was just that he was not in the mansion.

In the mansion, there are too many memories with her, touching the scene.

I want to come out for a drink or two, but I don't know who to drink or talk to.He is withdrawn by nature, he is not good at interacting with others, and he is a prince under one person and above ten thousand people, and the people he associates with are just trying to curry favor with him, so he is even more lonely.

Walking alone on the lonely street, walking aimlessly, looking down on the prosperity around him, he is used to rubbing shoulders with strangers without panic, he is not clear about the confusion of love and hate in his heart, and he cannot lose the sweetness and bitterness in his memory The past, what memories are, I can't tell, I can't see.

A ragged girl bumped into Cui Moyao lightly, and he felt his waist being touched. Originally, it is normal for people to be crowded in the market, but the vast majority of people saw Cui Moyao. An angry and majestic expression would automatically avoid the road, but this girl lowered her head, probably not feeling his majesty, and wanted to squeeze past him.

When Cui Moyao suddenly realized that he had lost his wallet, he turned his head suddenly, and the girl had disappeared into the crowd, so he quickly chased after her.

He was not too anxious, with his martial arts, if he wanted to track down a person, that person would definitely not be able to escape.

Lu Qiuhong thought she had succeeded, and fled into the alley, thinking about the silver taels in her arms. There are so many taels, there should be dozens of taels, hehe, posting this time.

The joy of victory has overwhelmed her shame of stealing.

At this moment, a big palm clasped her slender wrist, and a voice said coldly: "The kid is so fast."

"What are you doing?" Lu Qiuhong was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"Bring it." Cui Moyao shouted.

This beautiful boy is so fierce, he looks like a Bodhisattva, but he turns out to be the King of Yama.

Lu Qiuhong hurriedly protected her chest, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm a girl from a good family, you...don't mess around."

Cui Moyao sneered, hum, if he thought so, he would have nothing to do with her, so underestimate him.

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