Aying thought to herself that she didn't believe it, and she couldn't please Wei Yang.

Since childhood, she has learned how to deceive people, win others' favor, and how to please people.

This is also a business for eating.

Just as Aying told Tongxiang Hou, what she knows best is some ways to understand people's hearts.

Suddenly, Wei Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed Aying's head.

"Don't think so much, A'e. Even those people from Yuanjun will despise your origin and education. But you should be glad that at least you have the opportunity to be despised by such nobles. The opportunity must be firmly grasped in your hands. At that time, those who look down on you will be surprised and annoyed. Then, you will look at them politely and have a good mood."

Aying nodded softly, and her heart was as sweet as drinking honey.

She felt so sweet, not because of Wei Yang's very tacky and uninnovative words of comfort, but because Wei Yang showed good feelings for herself.

It seems that I am not unfamiliar with my ability.

No matter what expression Aying looked like on her face, whether she was happy or shy, she felt as cold as snow.

"Besides, if Mr. Wei can't protect you, you come to find me, no matter when, I will not ignore you."

Wei Yang was full of sweet words, and his words were indeed very pleasant.

But Ah Ying only listened casually, but she didn't take it seriously.

What men and women say when flirting may be sincere at that time, but in a blink of an eye, maybe their mood changes, and the words will naturally change.

Suddenly, Wei Yang's arms tightened, and even a burning ray of heat surged in his eyes.

He gently turned Aying's cheek and smiled: "Xiao'e, I treat you so well, so naturally you can't be ruthless to me."

Aying thought to herself that she could certainly refuse Wei Yang by using the engagement, but she could not continue playing this game. Then Wei Yang would lose all her interest in him.

Although a well-behaved woman is the safest, a man like Wei Yang will definitely be boring.

Her eyes blinked, raised her blushed cheeks, with a sense of determination: "Mr. Wei, I know it's not good, but even if I'm broken into pieces and have a bad reputation, I'm willing to be nice to you."

She calculated that Wei Yang was just speaking very frivolously, and in fact she should know the right position.

Otherwise, if Wei Yang was born, if he was so uncontrollable in women's beauty, how could he make a name for himself and even be valued by Nan Ke Liuyue?

Her Wei Lang is probably because of some status and status. She is a young man from a noble family who cherishes her reputation.

If you don’t cherish your reputation, how could you marry Xie E because of the Old Testament?

A man who needs to cherish his reputation is usually a noble and precious person, which is difficult to mess with.

Perhaps an ordinary man will be fascinated by lust and forget the great relationship. She bets that Wei Yang is definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise she will not be able to stand out.

So even if the other party came over with his face, Aying didn't hide.

Wei Yang only gently scrubbed her hair and did not kiss Aying's cheek.

His hands, which were tightly held, finally slowly let go.

Aying felt even more proud, just like a little fox who had eaten honey.

"Okay, I love you so much, so I naturally cherish you. Xiao E, you must keep your innocent body and be the most useful bargaining chip. Therefore, now, you don't have to be discouraged."

Aying suddenly jumped off the horse gently, turned around and smiled: "Since the major general cherishes my reputation so much, I'll just send me here. I'll go back by myself."

She tied her hair neatly with her hands: "I will naturally protect my reputation."

Aying seemed to be a magician, and applied a layer of yellow powder on her cheeks to cover up her true face.

Wei Yang smiled and stopped Ma'er thinking, was she doing a show, or was she really so devoted?

But because he couldn't guess thoroughly, he found it interesting.

He raised his hand and stared at the sachet Aying gave him.

When he returned to the convoy, Ah Ying had already changed into clothes.

She looked like a beautiful and beautiful little girl, and no one knew what the little girl had done just now.

However, just as she pulled out the carriage, she suddenly felt a ray of snow and light coming from the surface.

A sword is only aimed at his throat.

The coldness came, and when Aying reacted, she realized that she had already sweated coldly.

Aying bit her rosy lips and covered her thoughts.

A lazy and romantic boy voice sounded in his ears: "Little beauty, don't move around and be obedient. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be polite."

He exuded a cold and cold sword than the sword on his throat. Without any threat, he also knew that he was a cruel and ruthless master.

But it is bright and red, brilliant and dazzling.

Looking at his voice and figure, he should be a young man, but his face was covered with green patterns and fancy bells and whistles, as if he was a child's graffiti, casually drawn.

Only one pair of eyes flashed with light.

That was the most complicated pair of eyes Aying had ever seen, which contained the cheerfulness and enthusiasm of a young man, and at the same time, it also contained cunning, indifference and ruthlessness.

Many complex and contradictory feelings are condensed and infused into these eyes at the same time.

His voice contained sweet cunning and lazy and chic.

Because of these many contradictions, Ah Ying, who read the man, couldn't understand the background of the strange man in front of him for a moment.

The opponent's sword stroked lightly, but Aying didn't hear any sound. A few strands of black hair were already slightly cut off.

Aying also has some knowledge and knows that the opponent's swordsmanship is indeed very exquisite and has excellent martial arts skills.

Faced with such threats, she suddenly looked soft and charming, and at the same time, her eyes were faintly aggrieved.

She was just in her early age, like a flower and a jade, so she believed that such beauty had some effect on a man.

Once calmed down, Aying naturally could not help but notice the faint smell of blood in the air.

She thought to herself, it seemed that the other party was injured. She just happened to be wearing red clothes, covering up the blood stains on her body.

The other party said sweetly: "I was hurt a little, begging you for help. You are beautiful and kind-hearted, so you shouldn't refuse."

Aying quickly said, "I am naturally happy to help you, as long as you spare me."

For Aying, no matter what she wants to do, she naturally has to survive.

When it is time to surrender, you need to surrender.

But she cursed in her heart, feeling that her luck has been extremely bad recently.

It’s great that there are so many people in this team, and there are other girls’ homes. Why doesn’t this inexplicable red-clothed plague god harm others and instead harm yourself?

However, with Aying's intelligence, he suddenly wanted to understand it.

The reason why this bastard doesn't harm other people is because this team is the only one who enjoys a carriage.

Originally, Ah Ying needed to squeeze with Xie Xing, but after that day, some people died and naturally some carriages were empty.

Those of the Wu family were too good at showing good deeds. They even squeezed out a carriage for Aying to enjoy it alone.

Aying hated her unmodestness and, in the idea of ​​not sitting in vain, got on the carriage like this.

It turns out that being too arrogant is not good, it seems that now, it’s just a target.
Chapter completed!