The Seventh Bride of President

Mu Qing shook his head: "I don't know. I'll go and have a look."

As soon as Mu Qing stepped out, the guard sword on his side came out of the sheath, and the sharp blade stuck to Mu Qing's neck. His voice was loud: "stop, don't move!"

Mu Qing turned his body slightly, twisted his backhand, and snatched the sword from the guard's hand with lightning speed. It was across his neck: "who gives you the dog's gall, and we don't see whose people we are. Can you be presumptuous here?"

When dealing with experts like Feng Yichen, Mu Qing is not an opponent.

But he didn't pay any attention to these unknown little people.

As soon as the voice fell, a light and arrogant female voice came: "my he family is one of the most wealthy families in the South City, but you don't pay any attention to us. What a great prestige."

Chu Yunyao looks up at the past along with her voice, and then she sees a gorgeous woman coming slowly.

She is petite and thin. She is half a head shorter than Chu Yunyao. Her long black hair is all tied up and hanging behind her head. She is wearing a plain cheongsam with thin powder. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes are full of pride. She looks at Chu Yunyao up and down with one eye.

Chu Yunyao's eyebrows are light, and the girl's dress looks familiar.

After thinking about it, I suddenly realized it.

Isn't the color of the dress and the hairstyle of the comb the usual dress of Mo Lingwei?

Mo Lingwei has an inborn melancholy temperament. She is graceful and graceful. With this dress, she is a classic woman who comes out of ink painting. If she holds an oil paper umbrella and walks in the lane of bluestone, she will be an ink painting.

It's a pity that the woman in front of her is very beautiful, and her eyebrows and eyes are all open. It's good to dress up lively, but she has to learn from Mo Lingwei. She's not like a dog, she's not like a tiger.

You don't have to guess. Chu Yunyao knows the identity of this woman. She is probably miss he.

Chu Yunyao cursed Feng Yichen half dead in her heart.

Especially, Mo Lingwei followed her to the south. As soon as the news came out, the miss of he family came here.

Feng Shaojin, the bastard, doesn't care about your fiancee.

Even if you have been hurt by Mo Lingwei, in the past, you can't let your future young lady practice the woman you once loved.

Damn pig hoof!

There is no good thing in Fengjia.

Fortunately, Mo Lingwei broke up with Feng Shaojin. Otherwise, I don't know how much I will suffer if I marry in the past.

The younger brother does not wait to see even if, this has not had time to settle the fiancee to be impatient to find here.

Chu Yunyao is not a soft persimmon, and let the irrelevant people take care of her: "no matter how powerful she is, she can't match miss he's pomp. I don't know what's going on in this shelter, which is worth the he family's using so many guards to capture her.

Now that the epidemic situation is urgent, the he family seems not interested in the patients and the displaced people. What can I do for miss he? "

He Jingshu's eyes swept around the room, but she didn't see the person she was looking for. She was more and more upset, so she turned the spearhead to Chu Yunyao: "where's the first lady of Mohism? Why not here? "

Chu Yunyao sneered coldly: "we are the first lady of Mohism. You can't meet her if you want to."

He Jingshu saw Chu Yunyao avoid and did not answer. She put her hands behind her and turned around Chu Yunyao. She looked at Chu Yunyao's beautiful face and said with disdain: "as expected, she looks a bit foxy. No wonder Mo Lingyuan is so infatuated with you that he refuses to take his betrothed fiancee."