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Chapter nine hundred and ninety-two noble son and female hooligan (2)

After she was still worried about this, she sprinkled a layer of medicine powder on the surrounding ground.

Ye Yan walked to the bed and saw that Ye Weilan had closed her eyes. She was in poor health. She stayed up late last night and her energy was very depressed today.

Ye Yan gently pulled the quilt and lay down next to her.

The two sisters are raising their energy for the prison escape at night during the sky and day.

...

England.

Every time there is a turmoil over Qi Ye, Ning Yuan is the first to receive the news.

When he learned that Ye Weilan was missing again, the first reaction of Master Ning was that this woman just kept silent...

He knocked on the table with a slender finger, and Qi Ye made him think that there is something in this world that can make Ye Weilan scared but cannot do without it.

There is no more to say in this kind of place, and no less to say in it.

Barcelona...

Ning Yuan stared at the map hanging on the wall, thinking quietly.

At this moment, Tang Xiaochi was drinking tea with a middle-aged lady in the back garden.

It was said to be drinking tea, but the smell of gunpowder made everyone outside the garden smell it.

"I heard that tea comes from China, does Miss Tang understand?"

Tang Xiaochi sneered in his heart. She had been following his son for so long. This woman now calls her Miss Tang, which shows how much she doesn't like her daughter-in-law.

But it doesn't matter. Ning Yuan said that she could directly treat his mother's words as air. If it weren't for the sake of giving birth to Ning Yuan, Miss Tang would not be happy to sit here and face her picky eyes.

Tang Xiaochi leaned on the sofa, like a lazy Persian cat, with a comfortable expression, and was completely different from the woman with straight waists on the opposite side. He simply said two words: "I don't understand."

Tea art is something that Miss Ye is good at. When she was taking tea art classes, she was dozing off while she was doing it. Ye Weilan helped her.

Ning Yuan's mother always wanted to find a lady from a noble family for her son, but in Tang Xiaochi's mind, the only one who fits the four words "a lady from a noble family" is Ye Weilan.

Ye Weilan and Ning Yuan...

Tang Xiaochi shook and immediately drove away the strange thoughts in his mind. If others knew that she had thought so, she would definitely be beaten.

Ye Weilan is good, but Tang Xiaochi doesn’t have to be inferior. Lanlan has Lanlan’s beauty and she has her uniqueness.

The most important thing is that Ning Yuan’s big ice cube is just like her mouth...

The most proud and complacent thing in Miss Tang’s life is probably because she was confused about her relationship with Ning Yuan…

Have been together...

She was talking about it like a female hooligan.

Tang Xiaochi hurriedly thought about it a hundred times in his heart. She must have been thrusting her brain today.

Ning Yuan's mother is a genuine British noble girl who attaches great importance to the upbringing and etiquette of ladies. The first time she saw the carefree little lajiao, she clearly opposed Ning Yuan being with her. Later, the incident of Sophia and Ning Yuan's grandmother happened, and she disliked this woman even more.

"Tea art is a compulsory course for every nobleman. Why don't you understand it? Could it be that your Chinese aristocrat is fake?"
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