The popular prince and concubine: marry the little maid

Chapter 13
Excessive, you really are a cold-blooded prince!

Fortunately, he has a good skin.

"Hmph! Damn woman!" Leng Mo stepped forward, said in a cold voice, and grabbed Bai Si'er's hair: "Bai Si'er? Becoming a phoenix and marrying you does not mean that I will recognize you, nor does it mean that you can enjoy happiness in my Prince Mo's mansion!"

"Humph, enjoy the blessings, do you think I look like I am enjoying the blessings? Princess, who cares about such a princess, since you are so angry, and I am not the real person you want to marry, you should divorce me, or What kind of princess do you want me to be? I, Bai Si'er, don't care about this princess."

"Not rare?" The corners of his lips curled up indifferently, and Zhuan Er held Bai Si'er's chin tightly:
"Can you say that again."

"Say it or not, I don't care to be your princess. Hmph!"

"You think anyone is willing to marry you to be your concubine, don't you? Wrong! You are so wrong! You are like a plague god, do you understand? Otherwise, why do you think Lu Mengsha is willing to marry you even if she dies? Getting married instead, the hateful Lu Mengsha actually threatened others with the lives of Luliu's family."

Looking at her indifferently, narrowing her eyes slightly, this woman——
Seeing her cowardly look for the first time - he still vaguely remembers that he saw her through and she knelt there begging for mercy - in a rage, he threw her out and was carried away.

This fiery prince didn't even know that he was superior in martial arts, and the slight flick he made when he lost his temper made some women almost lose their lives.

After only two days, her temperament has changed a lot.

"Stop talking? Don't you have nothing to say? Hmph, who do you think is willing to marry you? Let me tell you, I don't care about this princess. When I recover from my injury, I will leave."

"You—" Indifference and anger.

"What am I? Hmph!"

She stared, then flicked her little face to the side, and ignored him no more.

"Fifth brother, don't push me—"

"Don't push—"

The fifth prince, Wang Yi, and the sixth son pushed and shoved each other. They came here quietly for a while, biting their lips tightly and holding back, not laughing violently. The handsome face of the fifth prince was about to turn red. Seeing his third brother's angry look, I really want to laugh.

(End of this chapter)