Murong Xue glared at Ouyang Shaochen viciously. She wanted to pretend, but Ouyang Shaochen was too black-bellied and forced her to pretend. It was all her fault. , but the white jade bracelet that cannot be taken off, otherwise, how could Ouyang Shaochen find her so easily...
"It's not the white jade bracelet. It's you who revealed your identity. Your disguise technique is too bad, and your disguised face...is too ugly. I can see the flaw at a glance!" Ouyang Shaochen leisurely As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a handkerchief that was stained with potion, and wiped her cheek vigorously, his disgust was beyond words.
Murong Xueming's pretty face darkened in an instant, like a shaved kitten, she jumped on Ouyang Shaochen, waved her arms, and slapped him fiercely: "You are ugly, your whole family is ugly..."
Fists as dense as raindrops landed on Ouyang Shaochen's arms and chest, and there was a dull pain. A look of helplessness flashed in Ouyang Shaochen's eyes, and he said to Murong Xue: "I mean you are easy to look ugly, not If you say you are ugly, what are you doing with such a big reaction?"
"Because my changed appearance is my truest appearance." Murong Xue gritted her teeth and increased the force of her slapping.
Ouyang Shaochen was startled, and suddenly remembered that Murong Xue was a thousand years later, and the face she was using now was her appearance a thousand years later.
He originally thought that she just found a face to change on a whim, but he didn't expect that she turned back to her original appearance...
Ouyang Shaochen looked carefully at Murong Xue, and saw that her disguise was wiped off here and there, but she could still vaguely see that it was a beautiful little face...a beautiful woman who was disliked by her husband for being ugly , would be really angry...
"Let you say I'm ugly, let you say I'm ugly..." Murongxue beat Ouyang Shaochen fiercely like an angry little beast, and the dull pain spread across her body, turning into a deeper pain. Ouyang Shaochen didn't care about the pain, his eyes sank, and he was about to praise Murong Xue a few words to calm her down. His eyes narrowed sharply, he stretched out his hand to grab Murong Xue's waving little hand, looked at her without blinking and said, "Who were you with just now?"
Murong Xue struggled hard a few times, but failed to break away from him, and glared at him angrily, "I'm not with anyone..." When Ouyang Shaochen saw her, she was completely alone...
"Before I saw you, who were you with?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue, his obsidian-like pupils flashed with rare seriousness.
The picture of Zhao Zhengyin hugging her suddenly appeared in front of Murong Xue's eyes, her eyes flickered unnaturally, and she lied without changing her face: "No one, I always go shopping alone..."
"Really? Then why do you have a man's breath?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue for a moment, and there was gnashing of teeth in Qingyue's voice.
Murong Xue was startled, she had the aura of Zhao Zhengyin on her body? How can it be? Zhao Zhengyin hugged her for a minute at most, she walked on the street for so long, and the breeze blowing for so long, the cold plum fragrance on his body should have been blown away long ago, how could there still be left over...
Murong Xue pulled up her sleeves, sniffed the skirt carefully, and smelled the fresh and indifferent fragrance of fire lotus, faintly, and a hint of the fragrance of cold plum... It seems that there is no fragrance of cold plum... there is a faint, barely smellable scent of men Masculinity...
Murong Xue's desire to hide it was obvious, Ouyang Shaochen's complexion was gloomy, and he said angrily: "Who were you with just now?"
"No one, maybe when I was walking on the street, I got close to a certain passer-by, and caught his breath..." Murong Xue bit the bullet and replied: Ouyang Shaochen doesn't like her being close to other men, The fact that she was embraced by Zhao Zhengyin must never let him know...
"Really?" Ouyang Shaochen said coldly, grabbed Murongxue's wrist, and held it up in front of her, only to see a circle of black and blue on her left wrist, reflecting the white wrist, indescribably shocking: " Strangers on the street will grab your wrist, and squeeze it so severely?"
Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally. Strangers naturally wouldn't grab her wrist and pinch it. Anyone who can pinch her wrist like this must be an acquaintance. However, this acquaintance can make up whatever she wants. To put it lightly, Ouyang Shaochen should not pursue it any further: "I just met a friend. There were many people on the street just now. They were afraid of being scattered, so they grabbed my wrist tightly. I accidentally grabbed it too hard... "
"Really? If he just grabbed your wrist, it should be your wrist, with his breath on your arm, not the breath on your clothes like now." Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue with deep eyes There was a violent storm in his heart, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a fact coldly: "You have had closer contact, for example, hugging tightly!"
Murong Xue only felt a bang, her head was dazed, and it took a long time to realize that Ouyang Shaochen guessed the truth? Did she hear correctly? With just a breath, he guessed the truth
There was a sudden sharp pain in her wrist, and Murong Xue came back to her senses, only to see Ouyang Shaochen sitting in front of her, holding her wrist tightly, and said word by word: "Who is that person?"