Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

Chapter 662: Second master, please, marry me!

Chapter 662 Second Lord, please, marry me!

Fu Qiyue's evasive eyes were seen by Huo Yirong.

This girl seems to be too pure temperament.

There are traces of overprotection. The daughter raised by the Fu family is no better than the celebrities from various families in Beijing.

Su Jingshu, represented by Xiao Wenrou, are inconsistent with each other, and they have the city government in their minds.

Huo Yirong's thin lips provoked, and asked Fu Yueyuan: "Such a thing happened to Master Fu, Patriarch Fu didn't ask Master Huicheng from Nanyin Temple to show him?"

Fu Yueyuan showed a sad look on his face: "We have already contacted, Master Huicheng will not arrive until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest."

Huo Yirong heard the words and snorted: "What a big deal, Master Lingxuzi of the Lingshan Gate, I think it can solve the problem of Master Fu, I will help you contact you when I come back."

Fu and Xiao’s marriage cannot be based solely on the two mouths of the Fu family’s father and daughter.

Huo Yirong did not believe them, he only believed in the facts he saw with his own eyes.

And unless his marriage is voluntary, no one can force him.

My grandfather only proposed to marry the Fu family at the time. As for the result, it still depends on his wishes.

Fu Yueyuan complexion: "This, that's good."

He couldn't say he was relieved, he was still worried again.

Huo Yirong pulled the corners of her lips and passed the father and daughter pair.

At this moment, I ran into Lu Yichen who had come to look for him.

"Second Lord, the school girl is leaving."

Huo Yirong looked behind him, but did not find Qin Ruan's figure: "Where is she?"

Lu Yichen: "Outside."

When thinking of coming, he and his third brother promised to send Qin Ruan back intact, Huo Yirong stepped up and left.

Lu Yichen led the way.

At this moment, a petite figure rushed towards Huo Yirong.

He saw the dark green figure out of his eyes.

Huo Yirong can retreat and dodge, making people rush into the air.

But those clear and bright eyes flooded into his mind.

After only a moment of hesitation, Fu Qiyue was already in Huo Yirong's arms.

"Monthly!"

Fu Yueyuan exclaimed from the left hand side.

The sound was too loud, and everyone in the banquet hall cast their sights.

Huo Yirong snorted, it was hard to say.

The girl in her arms was too strong when she rushed over and hit him in an unspeakable position, which made him a little bit painful.

The pain caused Erye Huo to bend slightly, and Fu Qiyue in his arms was also bent over by him.

This posture, in the eyes of others, is like an intimate kiss.

Huo Yirong wanted to get rid of the girl in his arms, but Fu Qiyue held his waist tightly.

He lowered his head to look at Fu Qiyue, the dark light surging in his eyes, his eyes sharp and striking.

Meeting his cold eyes, Fu Qiyue became anxious.

All of her courage, at this moment, was like a drunk, being poured from head to toe by a bucket of ice water, which made her shudder from the cold.

Fu Qiyue reunited the courage that had been defeated under Huo Yirong's eyes, thinking of the poor elder brother, the third elder who had not been at home all the time, and the second elder who had died before reaching adulthood.

She closed her eyes and shouted as if she was dead, "Er Huo, when will our marriage be booked?"

The already silent hall, because of Fu Qiyue's words, fell into a quieter atmosphere.

Huo Yirong stared at the girl in her arms with dark eyes, and saw the panic, righteous and flustered look on her face.

He was grinning with anger, and stood up straight, gritted his teeth.

Under everyone's gaze, Huo Yirong bowed his head and approached Fu Qiyue.

The other party's breath approached, and Fu Qiyue opened her startled eyes.

Junya's face approached, her eyes widened: "You, you..."

He didn't say a complete sentence, and was blocked by her thin lips.

Huo Yirong used teeth as blades to pierce Fu Qiyue’s lips.

This is a unilateral revenge without any passion or desire.

Huo Yirong hummed ironically between his lips, with the smell of rust and blood in his mouth. He slowly raised his head, revealing the bright red stained by his thin lips.

Fu Qiyue puffed out with anger, his eyes were not blurred after being kissed, and he was full of unwilling anger.

It was Huo Erye, because his pale lips were dyed a little red, the whole body released a fascinating charm.

The blood belonging to Fu Qiyue on his lips made him look like a vampire walking out of an ancient painting.

Lu Yichen opened his mouth wide and stared at this scene with a full face.

Huo Yirong raised his eyes to the people in the banquet hall.

The eyes of these people release a strange light, more of the color of inquiry.

Huo Yirong lowered his head again, he stared at Fu Qiyue coldly, his eyes frigid to the bones.

Fu Qiyue sensed the danger coming.

She loosened her hand holding the opponent's waist tightly, preparing to flee, but her waist was tightly hugged.

Huo Erye leaned close to her ear and said with a cold voice: "Baby, our marriage is not in a hurry. When my grandfather returns to China, he needs to make the decision personally."

The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone onlookers.

He raised his head and stared at Fu Qiyue with smiling eyes, with a pure face.

Seeing this, outsiders mistakenly thought that he really liked Miss Fu Si.

Only the two parties know that all this is an illusion.

The waist was imprisoned by big hands, so that Fu Qiyue's eyes were filled with water.

This man is so disgusting that his waist is almost pinched off.

Thinking of asking others, she didn't dare to make trouble.

Fourth Miss Fu lowered her voice and said to Huo Yirong with little confidence: "You let me go!"

"Why didn't you let me go when I just dropped into my arms?"

Huo Yirong said lightly, measuring Miss Fu Si's waist with his hands.

The thin waist that was gripped with a full grip made him a little heart-stirring.

Thinking of her original purpose, Miss Fu Si's graceful face, which was spoiled in the southern water village, showed a little anxiety.

She clutched Huo Yirong’s sleeves and said in a flustered voice: "My eldest brother can't marry Miss Xiao, really! Second master, please, marry me!"

It is this righteousness again, decisively to regard death as home.

Huo Yirong twisted his eyebrows slightly, loosened Fu Qiyue's waist, and pushed the person away from him.

He has a handsome face and a cold voice: "I can't be the master of your brother's business."

Fu Qiyue grabbed his hand, ignoring the strange gazes around.

The people like her couldn't hear their conversation at all.

But she was still afraid of embarrassment, and pleaded in a low voice: "Second Lord, my eldest brother will die if he marries Xiao's daughter, and Miss Xiao will die too!

Please, marry me. I am afraid that it will not cause any trouble. I will be a quiet person and will not cause you any trouble.

The Fu family, the Fu family doesn’t have much ambitions, they just want a place to live in this capital..."

"Yueyue, stop talking!"

Fu Yueyuan on the side could not listen anymore.

Looking on the side with cold eyes, this girl is about to shake the bottom of the house clean.

He stepped forward and took his little daughter away from Huo Yirong.

However, Fu Qiyue's soft hand was firmly holding Huo Yirong's big hand.

"Second Lord, marry me, you will have a lot of benefits!"

Huo Yirong looked down, staring at the girl's delicate white hand, dragged by Fu Yueyuan, still dragging him tightly.

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