The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 497 After all, I am also one of the most handsome men in a million!

On the stage, Feng Qingcheng and Mr. Mo had no objection to this result, but some people were not happy about it.

"Over the years, the oiran will hold a wedding after the husband selection competition, but Miss Wushuang has rejected all of us. What is her intention? Could this year's competition be fooling people?"

"That's right! I don't accept it!" Another contestant also muttered, "Originally, the husband selection contest should be a competition for all men, but the event that Miss Wushuang chose in the end was clearly intended to make things difficult. Could it be that she regretted it and didn't want to marry, that's why she came out. Such a sinister move?"

"We all paid money to sign up, but now Yan Wushuang is playing tricks on everyone. What's going on? The boss of Jue Se Fang, get out immediately and give us an explanation!"

"Yes! Give me an explanation! Is it your idea that the oiran repented temporarily? Could it be that cheating once was not enough money, and you plan to use her to cheat a second time?"

"Could it be that the golden signboard of Jue Se Fang for decades is going to fall into Yan Wushuang's hands today?"

On the stage, Yan'er saw that the losers were incited one after another, and suddenly he was at a loss, "Miss, what should I do now?"

The corners of Yan Wushuang's lips curled up behind the veil, and she said leisurely, "What are you panicking about? Since I temporarily changed the rules, naturally all the consequences will be borne by me alone."

Having said that, she suddenly raised her hand and tore off the scarf covering her face.

The moment the veil was removed, everyone in the audience couldn't help gasping, almost staring straight at them.

On the stage, Yan Wushuang was wearing a long red dress, which set off her graceful and tall figure, and her long black hair was scattered behind her, which made her skin more beautiful than snow.

A standard oval face, the eyes under the willow-leaf eyebrows are full of waves, the red lips are slightly hooked, with a faint curvature, and they are so beautiful.

And the most eye-catching thing is the tear mole at the corner of her right eye. The position below the right eye just adds a bit of enchanting beauty to her.

There was a smile between her exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes swept over the angry people on the stage one by one. Her red lips were drawn together, and her face was beautiful. She really deserved the title of Yan Wushuang.

"Everyone, if you can't even win against Wushuang, how can marrying me home convince me?" Yan Wushuang's expression carried the arrogance that a beauty should have, like a queen looking down on the world. It's more about fate, to be honest, I've already found someone I like, and he's at the scene, but unfortunately he's not on stage. Maybe the little girl won't catch his eye, but I'm willing to try my best."

"What do you mean? Did Miss Wushuang say that the person she likes is in the audience? Could it be me?"

"You are so beautiful! Miss Wushuang has such high eyesight, how could she see you who were eliminated in the first round?"

"That's not impossible. What if she likes my appearance? Anyway, I'm also one of the most beautiful men in a million!"

"Come on! I think the person Wushuang likes is probably me."

"Don't even think about it, in my opinion, the person Miss Wushuang likes is probably Mr. Nan who abstained!"

Everyone guessed, and cast their eyes on Nan Linghan in unison.

Even Feng Qingcheng, who was standing on the stage, couldn't help casting her eyes on Nan Linghan. She bet a tael of silver that this oiran had taken a fancy to Nan Linghan!
She was standing very close to the oiran, the mole on Yan Wushuang's right eye was not born with it, it was more like a temporary painting with a brush.

If this is the case, it is enough to show that the oiran has been watching the competition silently, weighing in his heart who is the most suitable man for him.

　Three shifts!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)