Princess, be nice

Chapter 49

"Women who are plump are healthier and more beautiful than skinny." Mrs. Yuan touched her daughter's delicate face, "Yuanyuan looks good everywhere, they are just jealous, otherwise why would you secretly ask the proprietress of Fengyue Tower Breast augmentation."

"Not to mention others, Mrs. Fu is also a frequent visitor here."

When my mother mentioned Mrs. Fu, she couldn't hide her disgust inside and out.

Miss Yuan was full of energy immediately, with a bright smile on her face, "Mother, I know!"

Although that Feng Jinyue seems unreliable, since she has been able to develop so many good things, it shows that she has a lot of experience in it, so she said the breast enhancement fingering method, go back and try it tonight.

"Hey, stop the car, mother, I forgot to buy food for my brother!"

Yuan Changhuan accidentally spotted a candied fruit shop and raised his voice.

But I heard my mother calmly said: "You don't need to buy it for him, and he hasn't earned it, so what to eat."

"mother……"

Yuan Changhuan also has some doubts, is his brother really his own?

"Okay, don't look at your mother with such eyes, if you don't know your mother, you can't stand your acting like a baby, so let Yuduan buy it."

"Thank you mom!"

Yuan Changhuan hurriedly told Yuduan, "Go, buy more jujube cakes that my brother loves."

Back to the mansion.

Asking the boy to deliver the candied pastries to his brother's yard, Yuan Changhuan returned to Changle Residence.

She remembered that there were still ten piano scores left unfinished.

I am a person who will do what I say, and I still have to write this score after delaying it for so long.

So as not to make Xie Ci look down upon.

It is conceivable that when Xie Ci saw this thick stack of music scores, his reaction was mediocre.

Randomly flipping through it, "It turned out that I really copied it myself."

"Hey, how do you know that I copied it myself? Didn't the maid write it for me?" Yuan Changhuan couldn't help asking, looking at his determined expression.

"Such... Qingqi's handwriting is not something that anyone can imitate." Qingyue's voice was full of teasing.

Hastily picked up the piano score in Xie Ci's hand, Yuan Changhuan's red lips twitched slightly, "Don't read it!"

In the past, she didn't notice any problems with her handwriting, but now that Xie Ci said it, Miss Yuan finally realized it.

Xie Ci sat on the piano bench with great interest, "Don't you have a photographic memory, how come you can't copy the exact same copy when you see other people's copybooks?"

"It must be the problem with the writing brush. I haven't found a suitable writing brush yet!" Yuan Changhuan raised his chin slightly and replied arrogantly, "When you find it, the writing will scare you to death!"

"My son is looking forward to it." Xie Ci sighed quietly, "Since the piano score has been delivered, then this son will not send it, Miss Yuan please."

This is the obvious meaning of driving people away.

Before he could react, Yuan Changhuan subconsciously replied, "Let me go?"

"Otherwise, does Miss Yuan still want to stay for dinner?" Xie Ci got up unhurriedly and joined her.

Startled by his sudden approach, Yuan Changhuan covered his chest, "Why are you so close all of a sudden?"

Seeing Xie Ci raise his hand...

It seemed to trap her next to the pear wood cabinet behind her.

But he opened the drawer on the cabinet, took out an exquisite gilt brocade box, and handed it to her, "You left it in Fengyue Tower."

It was too close, almost as soon as he raised his head, he could touch her skin.

Just when Yuan Changhuan was in a daze, Xie Shizi, who had just retreated after flirting, was already standing three feet away from her.

A brocade box was stuffed in his hand.

After seeing the brocade box clearly, Yuan Changhuan's long eyelashes trembled, his eyes widened, and his eyes were soaked in water, "You didn't open it, did you?"

(End of this chapter)