An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 416 Because, I Like You! (6)

I still have this wisdom.I eloped with Wu Erlang, it was pure nonsense - thinking about it was useless, impossible.

Wu Erlang looked at me, then raised his voice and laughed.

He said: "I'm joking, don't take it seriously. Seriously, how could I elope with you? I was born in the emperor's family, and I am also a prince after all. How could it be possible to ruin all of this for a woman? It's not worth the loss, isn't it? "

I glared at Wu Erlang, bit my lip tightly, and suddenly became angry.

Can this matter be used as a joke?

Was he just joking when he said he liked me?

I squinted at Wu Erlang, and Wu Erlang also looked at me. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, with a hint of ambiguity, and a pair of red phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and something incomprehensible was revealed from it , that expression was full of teasing.Inexplicably, I became angry from embarrassment, feeling that I had lost all face, and there was a kind of resentment for being played by Wu Erlang in the palm of my hand.

All my life, I hate people playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse.

I hate it the most, people fooling me like I'm an idiot.

I was angry from my heart and evil from my guts. I couldn't help but put my hands on my hips and yelled: "The one next door to Mara! Wu Erlang, who the hell do you think you are? You fucking think you're amazing Ah? What the hell is the bell ringing of Notre Dame de Paris, the frog head with congenital Mongolian disease! Incompletely evolved life forms, aliens with genetic mutations! What the hell is cockroaches Surviving superorganisms, life-rotting half-plants."

Wu Erlang was dumbfounded: "What did you say? I don't understand."

I scolded again: "Idiot! I know you because I didn't do good things in my 18 lifetimes. You are an old washing machine that God accidentally dropped, a thinking creature without a brain, and a smelly garbage. Man, origin of the noun 'spit'! Next door to Mara!"

Wu Erlang cursed me with a series of 21st-century Internet language, and said in a cloud of confusion, "What are you talking about? I can't understand it at all."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I speak Chinese!"

Wu Erlang still didn't understand: "Chinese?"

I cursed indiscriminately, and let out a lot of grievances.

(End of this chapter)