At first, Bai Languo was a little wary, as he was the prince after all, but as he talked, things became much smoother, and in the end he was discussing things with the prince in a serious manner, as if he was very familiar with him.
There were already many women whispering behind them:
"This girl obviously doesn't want to hang out anymore!"
"That's right, the prince will definitely eliminate her soon!"
"By the way, what does soy sauce mean?"
"I don't know, I guess it's just to make up for it."
"I don't think so. Maybe her family really sells soy sauce, and she is responsible for making soy sauce..."
"Didn't she say she came from Happy Gate? She was taught by the old man Bai Yan!"
"I guess it's just a lie. If I were Master Bai Yan and such a good disciple came out to embarrass himself, I would kill him head-on!"
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These comments became louder and louder, filling Bai Languo's ears, making her teeth itchy with anger. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she turned back and shouted: "It's okay for you to bully me, bully my master, I... I... If I don’t give you some clues, I’m not a good disciple of Old Man Baiyan!”
After saying that, he stood up excitedly and went to deal with these gossipy bitches.
However, the raised paw was suddenly held by a pair of big hands. Bai Languo looked back in surprise. The prince was still sitting firmly on the chair, but the raised hand easily grabbed his wrist, and he was firmly restrained by him. He couldn't rush over and give each of those women a slap, so he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He glared at the prince and said rudely regardless of his identity, "What are you doing?"
The prince's smile never faded, and his words were still gentle and gentle: "Don't get excited..." While comforting Bai Languo like this, he turned around and told Deacon Liao, "Let her go, and leave the rest."
Deacon Liao, who had just eaten the Bai Languo, was dumbfounded when he heard this. He froze on the spot with a look of astonishment on his face: "Her?" This girl didn't have any real material at first glance. It was useless for the prince to choose someone from a thousand. With his bodyguard by his side, it was simply incomprehensible, "Really...really?"
Not to mention Deacon Liao, all the women in the room who were croaking and croaking were dumbfounded. They were whispering to each other and talking about it. It was so noisy that they seemed to have fallen into a summer lotus pond, with the sound of frogs.
"Do you want me to repeat it again?" But the prince's face darkened and he spoke coldly.
This man, with such a handsome face, had a faint smile just now, but now it suddenly became gloomy. Bai Languo shrank his neck. Although it had nothing to do with him, he became inexplicably afraid. He was not chosen by the prince at all. Feeling flattered and delighted.
But Deacon Liao did not dare to hesitate and had already started to send away a room full of female frogs who wanted to eat swan meat.
"Why are you still standing there, push me in." Bai Languo, who was still watching the excitement and calmly accepting the fierce glares from his eyes, vaguely heard the prince talking to him, and quickly came to his senses, "Ah "Push him in?" What do you mean by pushing him in
The maid who was following the prince coughed lightly, took a few steps back, and kindly reminded Bai Languo to come over.
So Bai Languo approached blankly, and saw the maid's hand on the back of the chair where the prince was sitting. She moved it away slightly, her eyes suggesting that Bai Languo should hold the handle.
Bai Languo was so shocked that he almost lost his footing—
Is this a wheelchair? !