Chapter 129

"Many things have happened in the past two days. Qing Qing must be tired. I hope the holy master will forgive me. I'll take her back first!"

After talking, he turned his head and looked at Rong Zimo. His thin lips were linked with a indifferent smile. He was cold and sharp: "Rong Shizi, goodbye another day!"

"Seven childe, see you tomorrow! Rong Zimo, with a pair of angry eyes, twisted straight on the hand of Beiming Liuhua holding Bai Qing. His eyes seemed to want to chop out Beiming Liuhua's hand.

The two people's words came and went, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong that people around them could feel it.

Although they didn't understand what happened, they could see that Rong Zimo wanted to chop Beiming Liuhua's hand and Beiming Liuhua's words of provocation and protection. They seemed to like the third miss of the white family.

However, the idiot three young ladies who were hated by everyone in the past, how can the market rise when they get better at the beginning of a serious illness?

On the one hand, there is Beiming Liuhua, the seventh childe of the genius summoner, and on the other hand, there is Rong Zimo, the son of the same genius in Beigu country. But they are absolutely the best handsome men.

Nangong Shangxuan couldn't help being curious. He glanced at the woman whose eyes were as cold as frost. Is this still the silly lady he knew?

It's totally two!

He suddenly became a little interested in her.

Originally a very happy feast, because of such a farce, it was cold.

Bai Qingqing's tears didn't come out until he got on the carriage of Beiming Liuhua. She really didn't expect to meet Rong Zimo, a scum man on such an occasion!

My mind was full of those eyes that refused to close their eyes before my father died.

The father who loved her and loved her died because of her!

She hates Rong Zimo and hates her own blindness. She's stupid and ridiculous!

Tears poured down, and she just sat there and wept silently.

Beiming Liuhua sighed gently. This woman was lonely and calm, full of vigilance and uneasiness. Even if she cried so sad at the moment, she didn't know to seek a shoulder and rely on. Instead, she stubbornly stood on her thin shoulder, straight and silently crying, carrying all the sadness and pain on one shoulder.

"Childe, do you want to send the third young lady back to the White House?" Zhang Ze asked respectfully outside the carriage.

"No, go to the suburbs!" Beiming Liuhua commanded quietly.

"Yes, childe!" Zhang Zeying said, driving a carriage towards the suburbs.

The carriage moved slowly.

Bai Qingqing doesn't know how long she cried and finally stopped her tears. Seeing this, Beiming Liuhua silently took out the handkerchief in his arms and handed it to her: "wipe it, cry like a flower cat! It's so ugly! "

"... Beiming Liuhua, will you die if you don't speak?" This man's mouth is really poisonous!

Bai Qingqing took his handkerchief and wiped the tears on her face. However, her face turned red. It was the first time she cried so embarrassed in front of an outsider.

"I won't die, but if I don't talk to a crying ghost, I will die! Suffocate! " Beiming Liuhua smiled in a low voice.

"..." Bai Qingqing's forehead fell down with countless black lines, but his mood was much better in an instant and no longer so depressed.

Seeing that she finally calmed down, he smiled and said, "is it worth crying for such a cheap man?"

"Who said I was crying for him? He doesn't deserve it! " She cried because she remembered her father at the moment she saw Rong Zimo and was sad in her heart.