My little puppy is sick

Chapter 212 Cinderella's Prince Charming 17
The handsome prince is wearing a white suit, with slender and straight legs, a well-balanced figure, a gentle and refined temperament, and most importantly, a handsome face.

Many girls who were talking stopped their conversations and stared directly at Abel's face.

With shyness and madness on their faces, they looked at Abel boldly and blushingly.

Alice was no exception. She looked at Abel shyly, and a smug flash of pride flashed in her eyes. It is estimated that His Royal Highness has heard what Qi Yan has done now, so he should hate Qi Yan.

Alice thought so, and in the next second, she saw that divinely handsome man walking up to Qi Yan.

Abel stretched out his white-gloved hand, bent slightly and gave a gentleman's salute.

His smile was warm and his voice was gentle: "Lovely Miss Qi Yan, may I ask you to dance?"

Qi Yan was still struggling with Dim Sum, her eyes dimmed, Qi Yan ignored it, and heard a man talking.

Qi Yan raised her head slowly, she seemed to be able to feel the sight behind her like solid arrows piercing her back.

There was one in particular, with a ferocious gaze falling on her with full hatred.

When she met Abel's handsome face with a gentle smile, Qi Yan had to lament the preference for people in this world.

This face is really carefully carved by God.

Although the original owner was also very beautiful, he was definitely not as perfect as Abel.

No wonder the original owner in her previous life often wondered why Abel would fall in love with her.

Before Qi Yan could speak, footsteps came from behind her, and she heard a deep and deep voice from behind.

"Abel, my father told you to go up."

Abel met the face of his brother Jones. He set his eyes on Qi Yan's face, sighed softly, and his voice was still gentle: "Lovely Miss Qi Yan, it's a pity that I can't dance with you. I will definitely dance with you when I come back." I want to dance with you."

Then Abel heard Jones' cold voice again: "Aren't you going soon?"

Abel glanced at Jones again. He felt that Jones was a little strange at this time. Why did he feel that his brother was attacking him?
Abel didn't understand. He walked forward, patted Jones on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Help me protect this little girl."

Jones glanced at him, his eyes were cold and fierce, "Why do you want to help you look?"

"..." Abel twitched the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Protect her well."

Abel slipped away quickly.

Jones stood where he was, like a statue.

Qi Yan saw the shadow below, with broad shoulders and a tall shadow, giving people a very safe feeling.

As soon as she heard that familiar voice, she knew that the big fool who had been following her was the great prince Jones Moses of this country.

Jones Moses is a very magical existence.

It's more strange than magical.

As the eldest prince, he doesn't look like the handsome king at all, he looks ordinary.

As the eldest prince, Jones didn't like to manage business, but became a blacksmith instead.

The strong and developed muscles on his body were formed by working with iron all the year round.

Holding the snack, Qi Yan turned around slowly and faced Jones.

Sure enough, he didn't look as good-looking as the second prince, but he gave off the feeling of a mature and strong man.

Qi Yan's eyes moved down and landed on his muscles hidden by the suit.

The suit was buttoned up, but because the muscles were so strong, it was obvious that there were muscles holding up the clothes.

A dark light flashed in Qi Yan's eyes.

This body muscle is very good.

She feels that if she tries it, she doesn't know how great it feels...
Jones felt uncomfortable being stared at by Qi Yan, he pursed his lips, his muscles tensed even more tensely.

(End of this chapter)