Runaway daughter: Sir, want to hug

Chapter 125

"What's the matter?" Fang Junyi's heart pounded with her rapid response.

This girl claimed to be "the woman who will marry Yao in the future"!
Most likely, he has really studied everything he can study, but don't accidentally expose something in front of her...

Qin Qing's eyebrows drooped, and she let go of his arm with a look of disenchantment, "Forget it, I won't get tattooed! If Baili Yunchen finds out, maybe he will have another meal and be beaten!"

"Hit?" Fang Junyi's face changed slightly, "Isn't it? You said, you... that brother, he will hit you?"

Depend on!Why did you say it again!
Qin Qing, you have a big mouth!Don't say Baili Yunchen, can you die?
It's not easy to be free, so you miss him that much?Miss him?Are you a masochist?
Qin Qing scolded herself in her heart, and yelled at Fang Junyi, "No, haha! It's just that I am naughty occasionally, and I will be patted twice..."

"Oh..." Fang Junyi could tell that Qin Qing was lying.

We've only been together for a long time, and she mentioned "the clouds in a hundred miles" several times.

It can be heard that this man is very important in her heart.

Moreover, he was very strict with her, and she was also very afraid of his appearance...

Poor Qin Qing, who was an orphan since she was a child, was adopted with great difficulty, and a brother who treated her badly...

Looking at the girl in front of him who pretended to be indifferent, Fang Junyi suddenly had an impulse——

I really want to give her a hug...

"Hello?" Qin Qing slapped Fang Junyi several times, "If you want help, do it, why are you in a daze?"

Qin Qing didn't want him to ask more about Baili Yunchen, so she bent down to pick up the scissors and walked into the flowers.

"Oh, okay!" Fang Junyi quickly followed.

This time, he had more experience, he was not stabbed again, and his movements became faster, not only could he compete with Qin Qing in cutting more, but he also had time to make a little joke or something.

For example, cut a blooming rose, face her, blow hard, and watch the petals fluttering, falling on her hair, beside her face, and getting into her neck.

Then, while reaching for his neck, she would chase him coquettishly.

The result was good. Two large baskets of roses were piled up at their feet, and the sun gradually set to the west, turning into a beautiful golden red...

At this moment, Baili Yun is sinking in the museum of the Principality of Liaga, and beside him is a dignified and elegant girl with a happy face, holding his arm, walking past one exquisite exhibit after another, looking up from time to time. Get up, talk to him and laugh.

And the audience in the distance and near all cast admiring and envious eyes on this pair of handsome men and beautiful women.

Baili Yunchen represented the Duke and was invited to participate in an exhibition of marine art, and the Duke reminded him that he could bring Flora to attend.

He couldn't refuse the Duke's kindness, so it became the current situation.

However, there is an idea in Baili Yunchen's mind that is becoming clearer and clearer, that is, he must propose to the Duke that he has no love for Princess Flora, and please His Majesty, on behalf of the former king, revoke this marriage offer!

When he brings Qin Qing in front of the Duke, His Majesty is happy, maybe he will agree...

"Your Majesty the Viscount, Your Royal Highness, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long!" The main creator of this exhibition, the artist Mr. Vincent, finally finished the interview and greeted his distinguished guests.

"It doesn't matter." Baili Yun smiled lightly, "I just look at it casually, but in fact, I can't understand it either."

He was surprisingly straightforward, and because he didn't want to socialize, he didn't want to stay here anymore.

Mr. Vincent was taken aback, and could only smooth things over with a dry smile, "You are so, so humble, ahem..."

However, he was used to seeing the big world, so he immediately turned to the topic, and gave a look to the assistant behind him, who hurriedly presented a beautiful box with both hands.

(End of this chapter)