Quickly wear the boss, she is always teased by male gods

Chapter 668 The Prince Is Making Trouble Again 33
The prince rested his chin, and suddenly a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, "Brother, are you... your birthday is approaching."

The tall and slender figure standing under the stage looked up at him, without saying a word, with a calm expression on his face.

The prince clapped his hands to himself: "That's right! It's July! And isn't it tomorrow?!"

He laughed a few times, and walked down from the hall with his hands behind his back, step by step, down those steps.

"Thirteen, I just prepared a surprise for you this morning. It was originally intended as a gift for you to get rid of Lao Qi for this king. Now with your birthday, I will give you another big gift."

That handsome but bleak face was smiling, stopped beside the person, patted the other person's shoulder, "How is it?"

The handsome young man in black had no expression on his face.

The prince patted that shoulder heavily again, and said softly, "Surprise—it's in my house, my wife's bedroom."

"Thirteen, take it back."

"This gift, you will definitely like it."

……

"Thirteen Princes."

"Please, this way please."

The servants respectfully led the way one by one, leading the most silent and unpredictable prince in the legend to the backyard.

Push away the gorgeous red silk and satin, and the bright red carpet is spread all over the floor.

"My lord, it's here."

The servants bowed to leave, and left in file with the maids who arranged the bath.

Fu Chen picked up the last piece of red silk.

On the delicate and gorgeous couch, silky curtains hung down, and between the white curtains, a slender figure in a red dress loomed.

Only two small red embroidered shoes were exposed.

He only glanced at it, then looked away.

Same as usual every year.

A silly trick that plays out every year.

He pulled out the chair and sat down, picked up the teapot, pinched the porcelain cup with his long fingers, poured a cup of tea at a leisurely pace, and sat quietly.

The girl in the tent said timidly, "My lord."

Following the shy and timid "son", some decorations and rings jingled.

The lingering and crisp sound.

"Young master." Perhaps because there was no response, the other party called softly again.

Fu Chen twirled the teacup without making a sound, his handsome brows were indifferent.

The girl finally couldn't help herself and lifted the white curtain, and a snow-white lotus root stretched out from between the curtain.

The girl lifted the red veil from her face.

The moonlight was bright and clear, reflecting on that handsome face.

For a moment... she was stunned.

Perhaps it was because of the flickering candlelight and the moonlight outside the window that made that slender figure even more cool and threatening.

He twirled a cup casually, even though he was sitting in such a casual posture now, he couldn't hide the noble aura in his bones at all.

The red-clothed lady who had already given up her heart had already seen many high-ranking officials and handsome officials' sons, and she couldn't hold herself back when faced with such a scene.

She bit her lip, trying to fight for it again, "My lord, my slave's name is Yuewei."

She got up, and her delicate body that could be blown away by the wind curled up to hold the teapot, showing her slender and white fingers, her eyes were light and her lips were shy, "Little girl is pouring wine for the thirteen princes..."

She filled it up carefully, raised her eyes, and bumped into a pair of clear and deep eyes.

The brothel girls who had seen countless people were also stunned.

"My lord..."

If Lian Jue was present, he would definitely be clapping at this moment.

It's so good to call out the lingering tone of the nine bends and eighteen bends.

(End of this chapter)