Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 585 What kind of place

After listening to his narration, Jiang Ruofei felt angry, "This is too unfair to Rong'er."

Haye put his hand on his shoulder, with a look of shame on his face, "I also know that today is my father's fault. As long as he doesn't overcome his inner demons for a day, then anyone who sees Six Fingers will lose his mind like this."

Jiang Ruofei looked at Haye eagerly, and asked, "What kind of place is Xiangxuelou, are you sure nothing will happen to Rong'er there?"

Haye's face froze, he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruofei felt even more uneasy, and continued, "What kind of place is there?"

Haye gritted her teeth and smiled happily: "Don't worry, Rong'er will have nothing to do there, trust me."

Would you like to follow along?
If Harry regards Rong'er as the concubine who assassinated him...

Turning around, Jiang Ruofei was about to catch up. Haye had no choice but to reach out and tap his acupoints, "You will only help more and more. Please give me and my father a little time, and I promise to give you an explanation." .”

The person who looked so calm and calm on the surface, did not expect to become so impulsive this moment!Haye shook his head from the bottom of his heart, love has a good side and a bad side.

Jiang Ruofei listened, and doubted Haye's words in his heart. Since Xiangxuelou is a good place, why should he be afraid to follow him to see it?

Looking sideways at Ha Ye, Jiang Ruofei couldn't help but growl, "Let me go."

Haye turned around, opened the paper fan with a bang, and before leaving, he said, "After tomorrow, you will be my second brother, and I will never let you go wrong."

With blood surging in his chest, Jiang Ruofei was even more nervous about Rong'er's departure, "Haye, if you recognize me as your brother, you should let me go."

Haye strode away without hearing anything.

"Haye, Haye..." Hearing his footsteps getting farther and farther away, Jiang Ruofei became even more impatient.

The snow is still falling.

Walking in the corridor, pieces of snowflakes are like little butterflies, lightly dancing wings resting on Rong'er's head, shoulders, feet, and clothes...

I really don't know if I don't see it.

(End of this chapter)