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

The eyes that Fu Qiyue avoided were caught by Huo Yirong.

This girl seems to be too pure.

There are traces of overprotection on her body. The daughters raised by the Fu family are no better than celebrities from various families in the capital.

Su Jingshu, represented by Xiao Wenrou, are all different from the outside, and have a city in their chests.

Huo Yirong raised her thin lips and asked Fu Yueyuan: "If such a thing happened to Mr. Fu, Patriarch Fu didn't ask Master Huicheng from Nanyin Temple to show him?"

Fu Yueyuan's face showed a sad look: "I have already contacted, and Master Huicheng will not be here until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest."

Huo Yirong sneered when he heard the words: "What a big deal, Master Lingxuzi of Lingshanmen, I think he can solve the problem of Master Fu. I'll help you get in touch later."

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

Huo Yirong didn't believe their words, he only believed the facts he saw with his own eyes.

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

Grandfather only proposed to marry the Fu family at the time. As for the result, it still depends on his heart.

Fu Yueyuan looked complicated: "This, it's fine."

He couldn't tell if he was relieved or worried again.

Huo Yirong pulled the corners of his lips and passed over the father and daughter.

At this moment, he met Lu Yichen who came to look for him.

"Second Master, Junior Sister is leaving."

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

Lu Yichen: "Outside."

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

Lu Yichen led the way.

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

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dark green figure.

Huo Yirong can back away and dodge, making people flinch.

Naihe's clear and bright eyes flooded into his mind.

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

"Yueyue!"

Fu Yueyuan's exclamation came from the left hand.

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

Huo Yirong snorted, saying that there was suffering.

The girl in her arms, when she rushed over, hit him with too much force and hit him in an unspeakable position, causing him some pain.

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

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

Huo Yirong wanted to shake off the girl in his arms, but Fu Qiyue hugged his waist tightly.

He looked down at Fu Qiyue, the dark light in his eyes was surging, and the light in his eyes was sharp.

Meeting his cold eyes, Fu Qiyue felt uneasy.

All her courage, at this moment, was like a blow to the head, poured from head to toe by a bucket of ice water, making her shiver from the cold.

Thinking of the poor eldest brother, the third brother who was not at home all the year round, and the second brother who died before he reached adulthood, Fu Qiyue reunited the courage to be defeated under Huo Yirong's gloomy gaze.

She closed her eyes and shouted as if she were dying, "Second Master Huo, when will our marriage be scheduled?"

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

Huo Yirong's dark eyes stared at the girl in his arms, and he could see the apprehension, righteousness, and panic on her face.

He laughed angrily, gritted his teeth and stood up straight.

Under everyone's attention, Huo Yirong lowered his head and approached Fu Qiyue.

Fu Qiyue opened her panic-stricken eyes as the other party's breath approached.

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

He didn't say a word, and was blocked by his thin lips.

Huo Yirong used his teeth as a blade to pierce Fu Qiyue's lips.

This is a one-sided revenge without any emotion, any desire.

Huo Yirong let out a sarcastic cold snort, and there was a rust and bloody taste in his mouth. He slowly raised his head, revealing a bright red stain on his thin lips.

Fu Qiyue's face was bulging with anger, and her eyes were not blurred by someone who had been kissed, but full of unwilling anger.

On the other hand, Erye Huo, because his pale lips were dyed a little red, he released a faint charm all over his body.

The blood on his lips belonged to Fu Qiyue, making him look like a vampire from an ancient painting.

Lu Yichen opened his mouth wide and stared at this scene incredulously.

Huo Yirong looked up at everyone in the banquet hall.

The eyes of these people released a strange light, more of a look of exploration.

Huo Yirong lowered his head again, staring at Fu Qiyue coldly, his eyes were bone-chillingly cold.

Fu Qiyue sensed the danger rushing towards her.

She released the hand that was tightly clinging to the other's waist, and was about to escape, but her waist was tightly hugged.

Erye Huo leaned into her ear, his voice as cold as a blade: "Baby, our marriage is not in a hurry. When my grandfather returns to China, he needs to decide in person."

The voice is obviously not big, but it clearly reaches the ears of everyone watching.

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

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

Only the two parties involved knew that it was all an illusion.

The waist that was imprisoned by the big hand was so painful that Fu Qiyue's eyes were filled with water.

This man is so abhorrent, his waist is about to be pinched off.

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

Fourth Miss Fu lowered her voice and said, "Let go of me!"

"Why didn't you let go of me when I just gave you my arms?"

Huo Yirong's tone was light, and he measured Miss Fourth Fu's waist with his hands.

The slender waist that Yingying held in his grip made him a little moved.

Thinking of the original purpose, Miss Fu Si's graceful face, pampered in the southern water town, showed a little anxiety.

She grabbed Huo Yirong's sleeve and said in a flustered voice, "My eldest brother can't marry Miss Xiao, really! Second Master, please, marry me!"

It was this dignified and awe-inspiring look that resolutely looked at death.

Huo Yirong frowned, loosened Fu Qiyue's waist, and pushed the person away from him.

He had a handsome face and a cold voice: "I can't take charge of your elder brother's affairs."

Fu Qiyue grabbed his hand, ignoring the strange eyes around her.

Those people couldn't hear their conversations at all.

But she was still afraid of losing face, and pleaded in a low voice: "Second Master, my elder brother will die if he married the daughter of the Xiao family, and so will Miss Xiao!

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

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

"Yueyue, stop talking!"

Fu Yueyuan on the side couldn't listen anymore.

If you keep watching from the sidelines, this girl is about to shake off her family.

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

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

"Second Master, marry me, you will have many benefits!"

Huo Yirong lowered her eyes and stared at the girl's delicate white hand, under Fu Yueyuan's pull, she was still holding him tightly.

He was really persevering, and the whole process was for Mr. Fu.