Chapter 221

Qi Jia Dalang wasn't sure.

He couldn't believe it at all.

But seeing the person in the carriage, all his guesses became true.

It wasn't until the carriage disappeared from sight that he lowered his head and slowly loosened his clenched hands.

He is obviously tall, big and burly, but when he walks on the road, he gives people a kind of vanity and precariousness that seems to be gone with the wind.

Yan Ge didn't expect the prince to be sitting in the carriage.

As soon as she lowered the curtain, she rushed towards the prince in great surprise: "Your Highness, his attitude seems to have relaxed."

The prince did not hug her.

He pinched her chin and lifted it up, his eyes fell on her neck.

With the other hand, she slowly loosened her collar.

On the white neck, the bruise is shocking.

Yan Ge wanted to laugh, but her chin was pinched, and she didn't smile naturally. When the prince touched it, she immediately yelled softly, "It hurts."

"It hurts Your Highness, take it easy."

Hearing this, the prince not only did not tap lightly, but pressed heavily with his fingers.

Yan Ge hissed in pain and gasped, even shaking his body.

With a cold voice, he asked, "Didn't Qing San Qing Si follow you?"

"It wasn't a big deal at the time." Yan Ge murmured, but his voice gradually dropped under the prince's increasingly cold eyes.

She wanted to bow her head to show weakness, but the prince's fingers kept pinching her chin, making her unable to move.

She blinked her eyes and looked at the prince pitifully: "Actually, I wanted Qing San Qing Si to show up and kill him at the time, but after another thought, it would be useful for His Highness to keep this guy, so I endured it."

The prince didn't move his eyes: "It's all for this palace?"

He traced on Yange's lips with his fingertips, and looked down at this face like a condescending.

Who would have thought that beneath such a face would be another alluring country.

That man probably couldn't even think of it.

The prince's lips curled up slightly, and he opened the hidden box in the car with his other hand, took out the plaster, and rubbed it on Yange's neck little by little.

His hands are gentle and his expression is focused, but his heart is filled with murderous intent.

Even if the beauty he holds in his hand needs to be broken one day, he will do it himself, and the others are really not qualified.

Yan Ge said in a low voice: "Your Highness, what kind of medicine is this? It's so cool and comfortable."

But he wanted to change the topic that was obviously dangerous.

The prince did not respond.

The atmosphere in the car was not good.

Yan Ge braced himself and said, "Your Highness, don't be angry, please, next time Shaojun will never do this."

He finally said, "What will happen?"

Yan Ge hurriedly rolled: "Your Highness doesn't want me to do anything, I will definitely not do anything again, Your Highness, I will always listen to you from now on."

He looked at her delicate appearance, which was obviously trying to please her, but still kept his brows and eyes motionless.

But the hand that helped her apply the medicine suddenly became stronger: "If you are touched by another man in the future, wherever you touch, I will cut you off."

Yan Ge looked up in surprise, and looked into his gloomy gaze.

The little sheep, who has never shown its mountains and dews, turned out to have sharp teeth.

She nodded, her voice was weak: "Your Highness, when someone bullies me, shouldn't you cut that person off? Why does Your Highness only cut me off?"

After the ointment was finished, he withdrew his hand and plugged the plug of the ointment. "I have a cleanliness habit. My beauty has been touched by others. I just want to destroy it."

Pushing back the camera obscura, he slowly lay on the backrest, raised his eyelids, looked at Yan Ge who seemed to be in shock, and continued: "But don't worry, I will burn you to ashes by then and put you in a bottle. On Baibao Pavilion, you can also see Ben Gong every day."

Yange: ...