Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 620 [Qian Qian Shang] Pretending to be amnesia in front of him
When Qian Xia heard the news, she almost didn't jump up.

That wretched prince is serious, is he too busy to visit?
Isn't he afraid that if he leaves like this, he will be taken advantage of by that ambitious Feng Feiyan?She never forgot that Feng Feiyan once wanted to kill him.

"Qianqian, the young master is not in the mansion right now, that Prince Feng Qi has called to see you, do you want to see him?"

Huarong asked while observing her expression.

Qian Xia paused for a moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in her eyes, she clapped her palms and said, "See, why didn't you see me? But I thought of a good way, Huarong, come here."

She beckoned and murmured in Huarong's ear.

In the end, seeing her widening her eyes and looking at her helplessly, "You really know how to think of a way."

Pretend to have amnesia, thanks to her being able to figure it out.

"Is this method endless? You don't need to make relatives with that person, and you don't need to pay attention to his real intention of coming to Xuan'an this time. In addition, this way, I don't need to have much contact with him, your son. I’m afraid I’ll have to praise my way.”

After Qian Xia finished speaking, she smiled mysteriously and dragged her to the front hall.

This matter still needs Hua Rong's cooperation. In this way, Luo Chen is so smart, he will understand it all at once.

The play will not be dismantled.

So Qian Xia came to the front hall, and when she saw the figure in black robe, she pretended to be surprised and shouted: "Are you the one who wants to see me?"

Feng Jinyuan turned his head, his beautiful face was full of tiredness, and his unshaven appearance seemed a bit sloppy.

"Jiumei, it's been a long time. I heard that many things happened to you, and I'm very worried."

I haven't seen him for two years, but this person can speak some superficial words, and he has become quite sophisticated.

But this unknown hindered Asahi's determination to deal with him.

She frowned slightly, looked at him from head to toe, raised her foot and took two steps closer to him, then stretched out her hand to caress her head.

"Oh, my head hurts again."

"Qianqian, are you okay? Don't think about the pain anymore."

Huarong understood, and immediately stepped forward to support her, and blocked the hand that the prince extended to help her.

(End of this chapter)