Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 1094 [Flower Face] Why are men so delicate?

When Hua Rong heard this, she gave him a hard look.

"Take a break again. Why are you so delicate and fragile?" After walking for a long time, he shouted tired again. This person is indeed unreliable.

Feng Jianchou glanced at her, dismounted directly, and then went over, reaching out to pull her.

Huarong had sensed this a long time ago, before he touched her, she flew down, and a trace of anger appeared on her pretty face.

"Damn it!"

She shouted in annoyance, along the way, she had already experienced this man's rascal skills many times, he wanted to rest, if she didn't agree, he would directly drag her off the horse, every time Huarong came here, she would have the urge to run away.

Brother Luo is so weird, he clearly sees that she doesn't get along with this ghost, yet he still lets her come with him.

Was he testing her endurance?
If I had known earlier, I would have called my elder brother to clean up this guy, or let Sister Henyu help her.

The so-called killer should be very cold. Sister Hate Yu's demeanor is the same as that of her elder brother, both of whom are extremely indifferent.

Looking back at this so-called quack killer, Hua Rong felt a little disillusioned.

He is simply a hooligan!

When Feng Jianchou heard her call him so angrily, he raised his eyebrows lightly, let go of the rein in his hand and leaned towards her.

Huarong frowned lightly, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Her loyal horse, of course, was very loyal and did not move. As a result, Huarong's retreat was blocked, and she was full of surprises as she watched Feng Jianchou continue to advance. When she walked up to her, she almost wanted to stick on her.

"What are you doing?" She took a breath and told herself to herself that she should actually be calm when dealing with this kind of person.

But at this moment, she actually felt a little resentful towards her horse. Feng Jianchou's horse had already swayed to the side of the tree to graze, and even ran to the stream to drink water.

So, her horse really shouldn't block her way of retreat——

"Rong Rong, I remember saying that I am suffering from wind and sorrow..."

Feng Jianchou raised his eyebrows at her, and put his hand on the horse's back lightly, Huarong's petite body was immediately wrapped in his arms.

In terms of aura, she seemed to be suppressed, and in terms of attitude, this hooligan started flirting again!
(End of this chapter)