12: C12 Betrothal Gift 1

C12 Betrothal Gift 1

Was he being flirted with?

Luo Jianjian rubbed her nose awkwardly, the thoughts in her heart were written all over her face.

"Murong Yun, you must be looking for Prime Minister Luo, right? Hurry up, I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first! "

Want to flee?

In the next moment, the man grabbed onto Luo Jianjian's delicate hand without saying a word. The feeling he got from holding Luo Jianjian's hand was that Luo Jianjian was too skinny.

It wasn't hard to imagine what she had experienced before, and she didn't even want to call him father?

It was difficult for Luo Jianjian to maintain her current state of mind, but her expressive eyes still managed to enter into the man's heart without any forewarning.

If it was the real Luo Jianjian, Murong Yun would have probably just gone through the motions and looked at her with disdain.

To her, who was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, Murong Yun could not deny that he did not hate her.

"Hey, Murong Yun, you can let go now!"

Luo Jianjian kept struggling. Who knew that the strength of the man's hands was so amazing. She tried a few times but to no avail. In the end, she could only give up.

What was he doing?

Was it so hard for her to just go back home and get a good night's sleep?

Ignoring someone's shouting attitude, Murong Yun's deep voice, along with a warm breath, came from above his head, "Let's go together."

What the hell?

What did she do?

Where the hell did she just come from? And that cheap dad obviously didn't want to see her.

Thinking like this, Luo Jianjian also said the same thing. Anyways, she had already lost her disguise in front of Murong Yun. If she continued to act cute and act weak, it would arouse Murong Yun's suspicions and he would simply revert back to his original personality.

It was rare for Murong Yun to be so patient as to explain to others: "Forgot important matters?"

"What business? "I want to go back and sleep …"

What could happen to her? Sleep is business!

A trace of light flashed through Murong Yun's inky black eyes. Her lips formed a faint smile as she stared at the little girl in front of her. "Could it be that This King's wangfei doesn't want money anymore?"

"So?" She yawned to show that she didn't understand what Murong Yun was referring to her.

"You don't want the betrothal gift anymore?"

Murong Yun's handsome face was reflected in his eyes.

This was probably Murong Yun's most patient and gentle time.

A gift?

Yes!

Why not?

So he came today to discuss this?

Money, no matter how much it was.

A faint green light shone in Luo Jianjian's eyes as she became enlivened instantly! However, he still pretended to be reserved as he coughed lightly, "It doesn't matter whether I get a betrothal gift or not. The main thing is that I suddenly want to walk with you. Let's go quickly!"

Murong Yun: "..."

So wasn't he better than money?

"Jianjian …" Lin Zimo felt as if his heart had been cut by a knife.

What courage did he have to ask?

That was his beloved eighth brother, and she was his most beloved person. Why didn't he come back earlier?

If it was earlier, eighth brother could have chosen someone else, anyone but Jianjian!

In the front hall.

I just saw Lin Zimo off and now I'm here at Eighth Prince. Why is Prime Minister's Mansion so lively recently?

"Eighth Prince, please take a seat —"

Prime Minister Luo was even more attentive towards Murong Yun, not daring to be the least bit negligent.

Because of Murong Yun, Prime Minister Luo had no choice but to greet him with a smile even if he disliked Luo Jianjian.

"Where is he? "Hurry up and bring the freshly made pastries and tea over." Prime Minister Luo showed a stern expression to the servant again.

Luo Jianjian had already gotten used to this cheap father's way of doing things, and the corner of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

She had kept a distance from Murong Yun when they were almost to the front hall. Now, she was sitting on the side obediently with a cake in her mouth and a cup of tea in her hand. She felt very uncomfortable.

For Luo Jianjian, her brain could be used for the time being, except for food and money.

Living in the 21st century, she had seen all sorts of things in her life. She could pretend to be stupid, as long as she achieved her goal.

Xiao Yue wanted to remind her young mistress to be more reserved, it was really strange that she had come back from the dead.

Not only did it seem like he had cut off all ties with Lin Zimo, even Eighth Prince, who avoided Lin Zimo, could now respond with a straight face. It was also as if the Miss's behavior was completely different from before.

However, this kind of young miss was undoubtedly more likeable.

However … What about Sir Lin?

She had seen the feelings between the young miss and Sir Lin!

It was at this moment that Luo Jianjian realized that Murong Yun did not come alone.

He also brought a bodyguard, who also looked very handsome, but what was lacking in beauty was that he was as paralyzed as Murong Yun.

As the saying goes, you can have whatever kind of master you have.

"Hmm …" Just look at her Xiao Yueyue and you will know how much she likes you.

"Prime Minister Luo, our prince has come today for the betrothal gift." The one who spoke was Murong Yun's guard. His name seemed to be Feng Qing.

"Oh?" Prime Minister Luo was stunned. For this?

He had thought that it would be difficult for Eighth Prince to accept Luo Jianjian given his personality, but today, he even came specially for the betrothal gift?

Could it be that he had really fallen for Luo Jianjian?2

Prime Minister Luo's idea was immediately killed by him!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Eighth Prince must have wanted to rope in his forces, so on the surface, he gave them some face with Prime Minister's Mansion. Yes, it must be so.

Feng Qing nodded. He recalled the future days of the wangfei that he saw in Prime Minister Luo's mansion. If it wasn't for Prime Minister Luo being the wangfei's father, he wouldn't have bothered to answer!

As Eighth Prince's personal bodyguard, no matter where he was, Feng Qing would be looked down upon and dared not to offend him.

However, even if he wanted to, he still had to say: "I wonder how much of the betrothal gift the Prime Minister feels is appropriate?"

Luo Jianjian looked at Murong Yun in boredom as she ate. The man had a cold and unapproachable aura.

She was clearly so 'coquettish' when she was alone with Murong Yun, but she could still tease him. After careful consideration, she was finally able to confirm Murong Yun's character — stuffy and coquettish.

Speaking of which, the word "beautiful and edible" was absolutely correct. Just looking at Murong Yun, she felt like eating her fill. Soon, more than half of the plate of fresh cake was wiped out by her.

Xiao Yue was on the verge of tears. She took the risk and reminded her young mistress, "My lady..." "You don't need to eat anymore …"

Which family's young miss would be able to eat in front of so many people?

Prime Minister Luo loved face. With a fatherly expression, he looked at Luo Jianjian. He stared at her until goosebumps rose all over her body, "As long as my daughter is happy. I will hand over the betrothal gift to her."

Feng Qing snorted coldly, thinking that it was fortunate that his master already knew Prime Minister Luo's true face!

Thinking of his master's thoughts, Feng Qing followed Prime Minister Luo's words and said, "Prime Minister Luo is right. Why don't we just let our wangfei decide for herself?"

Prime Minister Luo coughed. Ah? You're not asking him? He was just being polite!

But since things had come to this point, he couldn't change his mind no matter how much he changed it. Eighth Prince was definitely just going through the motions and wouldn't be able to give her any betrothal gift.

"That's good." Prime Minister Luo forced a smile and said.

Luo Jianjian was very surprised. How could an old fox like Prime Minister Luo be so kind?

Who cares about her? Originally, she had the same idea as him.

"Alright, then why don't we just watch on the spot, Eighth Prince?"

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