The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-One Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (2)

"Young Master." The person outside knocked on the door, his tone seemed to be very respectful.

"I just saw that a figure flashed in, sir, do you have anything to do?"

at this time,

A final answer.

Just dyed white but not nervous, very calm, thin lips slightly pulled out in a radiant arc, cool when laughing, casual, and the attitude of a high above the picture when I first saw it caught my eye.

Jin Yao said, "No."

The sound quality of the youth is clear and muted.

When the people outside the door heard the answer, they frowned slightly, and his face sank. He did not leave directly, but continued to be concerned: "I didn't read it wrong just now. Young master, this is not a trivial matter, yours I can't ignore the safety..."

After speaking,

He pushed open the door directly!

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the man was stunned involuntarily after seeing the scene in the room.

In the elegant and ancient room, there is a pear-flower wood screen, and a cold and noble boy stands on one side. Such a picture makes even destruction a sin.

Jin Yao's tone was cold, with a hint of indifference to the world: "Have you read it?"

The man's eyes circled around for a week, and after confirming that he didn't see anything, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to Jin Yao, "I'm sorry, the little one is also worried about the safety of the young master. Don't worry too."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out, closing the door.

The young man watched the man leave with a blank expression. After quieting Shaoqing, he looked sideways at the screen beside him, "He's gone."

That person is not the servant of the dream.

Worrying is just an excuse, the real purpose can only be because of this one.

A figure came out from behind the screen, and Ziyi's eyes were shining brightly.

"It's so kind." The girl laughed softly, she had a good voice, because the medicine was slightly hoarse, and she spoke in a bewitching voice that made people blush and heartbeat. She was obviously lingering, but it was mixed with a smile that was not warm. : "Thank you, young master."

"You have traditional Chinese medicine." Jin Yao is familiar with this kind of thing. He can see the girl's condition at a glance. With a drop of crystal water in his long eyelashes, he half-covers the dark eyes, and said flatly: "I can help you."

Ranbai heard the words, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the young man up and down. Such eyes were naturally unbridled and unconcealed, and magnanimous and dangerous.

Because of the fact that he had just taken a bath, the young man's white clothes were like snow, and there was still a bit of mist, which made it even more ethereal and dusty. Three thousand black hair was scattered behind him. The delicate and beautiful face was elegant and beautiful, and there was a scarlet tear mole under the corner of his left eye. The soul is soul-stirring, and the clear water droplets hover on the looming collarbone along the lines of his clean and clear profile.

Dropped collar.

A splendid, unbelievable look.

It's just because the solitary and cold temperament is difficult to approach.

Dianbai noticed that pear flowers were embroidered on the sleeves of the boy, and he seemed to love pear flowers.

"Help me?" She smiled, the long-dormant acacia incense in her body made her consciousness dizzy, and her desires ignited.

The boy in front of him seemed to be the perfect prey.

Ranbai stood up straight and approached with a few steps, his aura was strong and calm.

The distance between the two narrowed due to these few steps.

The youth's expression was calm, his eyes were three points darker than ordinary people's, as if splashed with the richest and purest ink color, bottomless, reflecting people's silhouettes, as if they could suck people in.

At that moment,

There was a cold and romantic chuckle, three points of coolness, and soul-stirring.

Dyeing Bai did not hide the starlight in his eyes and the possessive desire of facing the young man, all the power and unscrupulousness moved at that moment.