The First Thousand Three Hundred and Fourteenth Chapter, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Eleven)

"Okay, sleep." Ranbai smiled, put the teacup on the table, walked to the bed, picked up the quilt, and threw it to Ye Yanhan.

Ye Yanhan, who flung himself on the quilt, grabbed the quilt reactively, a pair of obsidian-like eyes opened slightly, staring blankly at the dyed white, coupled with the indifferent and alienated expression, there was a contrasting cuteness.

Looking at the handsome and dignified man standing there holding the quilt in confusion, he dyed his eyes and bent his lips, "Is there a problem?"

Ye Yanhan pursed her thin lips, her cold face was quietly filled with a beautiful crimson color, and her clear and clean voice was low, "It's okay..."

"Ye Yanhan." Ranbai called suddenly.

He raised his eyes, "Huh?"

Dianbai sighed faintly, with a faint smile in the clear and pure eyes, and his voice was like a sigh: "Admit it, you are dark in your bones..."

She can't be wrong about her sense of the same kind.

When she started, Ye Yanhan's eyes were cold and indifferent, not even fluctuating, and there was no trace of humanity in her indifference.

Can't be wrong.

A person living in modern times can adapt to this situation in the blink of an eye.

That's a natural night killer.

The noble and handsome man's eyes paused slightly, and his expression was cold and silent.

"It's nothing." Ranbai smiled indifferently, with a gentle silhouette in his eyes, "Go to sleep."

Sooner or later, she will let him admit it.

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the next day,

Ranbai and Ye Yanhan woke up early in the morning.

Last night, that kind of heavy makeup was nowhere to be found on Ye Yanhan's cold and handsome face.

Ranbai looked at the young president's indifferent expression.

She covered her lips with her hands and coughed lightly.

Finished the ball, poisoned.

When she sees Ye Yanhan's face now, she inexplicably thinks of the kind of makeup that she used to wear to death.

A trace of pity flashed across his eyes.

She would never admit it.

She still really wanted to see the CEO's younger brother's seemingly clean look with... extremely terrifying makeup.

"Host, you've changed..." Feng Luo couldn't bear it any longer and opened his mouth.

Now the host's bad taste is more and more incomprehensible.

God, what the hell is the host thinking?

The presence of seals that are automatically ignored by dyeing white.

the first day of marriage,

Enter the palace to see you.

in a luxurious carriage,

Ranbai looked at the indifferent and cold expression of the noble and handsome man, and the corners of his lips curved, "Remember your performance in the palace, if you don't understand the ancient etiquette, just follow me."

Hearing Dianbai's words, he drooped his black eyelashes, his cold and beautiful eyes were light and unwavering, and his voice was simple and clean, just like his people, "I know."

"Yeah." Ranbai nodded casually, "Anyway, you'll be fine."

to the palace,

Someone led Yanbai and Ye Yanhan to meet him.

"Seventh Prince, Prince Husband." The female servant who led the way saluted and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is in Fengjun's palace, please move to Luanfeng Palace."

The exiled immortal with a white smile is indifferent, and her voice is clear and gentle like spring water, "Let's lead the way."

Luanfeng Palace,

Side hall.

The queen, that is, the heroine of the plane, Jiuyueying, sat on the main seat.

The person who led the way brought Ranbai and Ye Yanhan to the side hall, and they went down with respect automatically.

Dye Bai stepped in and walked in slowly.

The young president followed her, with a handsome and indifferent side, as if his back was always straight and slender as green bamboo, with his unique coldness and dignity.

Jiuyueying sat in the main seat, watching the two figures come in, the smile on the corner of her lips deepened.