stocking the prince to death

122 Chapter 8
"What's the matter of superiority or inferiority? Little Shengsheng is my confidant! Do you know what a confidant is?" Shui Jingsheng rolled her eyes at Shui Luoqiao, "A confidant is... Forget it, you don't understand anyway."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Shui Luoqiao's face, but now he didn't say anything, and sat down with a cold face, exuding an air of not getting close to strangers.

Mo Qi: "..."

Aren't Shui Luoqiao and Shui Jingsheng brother and sister?

Why is the relationship so bad?
But she was surprised by Shui Jingsheng's positioning of her - a confidant?
She smiled, is she a confidant?
Rong Cuiwei seemed to have gotten used to the way the siblings get along. He stroked his beard and looked at Mo Qi with a smile, "Why did Sheng'er have a chance to leave the house today?"

"Grandfather!" Mo Qi blinked, "Isn't Sheng'er missing you?"

Rong Cuiwei is very similar to her grandfather in the previous life. This kind of resemblance is not the similarity in appearance, but the similarity in personality and temperament. The feeling of warmth from the bottom of my heart is very similar.

So unconsciously, she wanted to act like a baby.

Even though he knew that what Mo Qi said was not true, Rong Cuiwei suddenly became happy.

One must know that in the past, it was impossible for Prince Mo Sheng to sit with him peacefully, let alone acting like a baby.

On the other side, Ji Ruyue's face became more and more silent.

Feeling the low air pressure on Ji Ruyue's body, Yuehuo pursed her lips tightly.

If you want His Royal Highness to come over, just say it... What are you arrogant!
If Mo Qi could hear Yuehuo, he would definitely sneer, "Dead Mensao" without hesitation!
After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden commotion outside Ronggui Building.

"It's the team from Southern Xinjiang."

"Ah, is that the carriage of Prince Duan? I heard that Prince Duan is extremely handsome."

"How can Prince Duan be as handsome as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? I'm curious about the eldest princess of Southern Xinjiang. What should I do if His Highness the Crown Prince takes a fancy to her!!!"

Others gave the woman a blank look, even if it wasn't for Yun Liuli, she wouldn't be in her turn...

When Mo Qi heard these words, the corners of her mouth twitched. She walked to the window as if nothing had happened, and looked down at the convoy in southern Xinjiang.

Every carriage was tightly wrapped, and she wondered how these people could tell who those carriages were.

Ji Ruyue did not know when she came to her side, her voice was hoarse and magnetic, with a bit of intoxication, "Curious about Yun Liuli?"

Mo Qi shook his head, "I just think it's very lively."

For some reason, she always felt that after she said this, Ji Ruyue's complexion seemed to improve a lot?

"There is a night banquet tonight. It is reasonable that the deity and you will be present, so you can naturally see their appearance...just a group of vulgar fans." Ji Ruyue raised her chin, with a delicate arc. lazy.

"Well, I know." Mo Qi nodded. Since Ji Ruyue occupied her room last night, she has become more casual in front of Ji Ruyue.

No longer "Bengong" to "Bengong", anyway, she doesn't like these red tape things.

Tonight's banquet is held for people from these four countries, and it is an opportunity for everyone to meet and get acquainted.

As the crown prince, Mo Qi naturally had to attend.

And Ji Ruyue can actually attend, or she can refuse, but...

He looked at Mo Qi with a smile, his eyebrows were slightly drunk, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes were as red as blood, but since this idiot was going to be present, he had better reluctantly stay with her.

In case this idiot is plotted against, he can still help her.

　good night
　　The author's glass heart is easy to break, please take care of it, babies~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)