V2.Chapter 69

"I know that you bastards want to bully Princess Ai." Yan Wang Fei's face suddenly went up and looked at you

Such indulgence, let a few people see are secretly shocked, but also regret.

The flower on the stranger could not check his jaw lightly, and his cold eyes looked at Jiang Shi and others, "you several people cheated me just to take over. It's also a woman. If you really follow the rules of the government, it's not enough to die a hundred times."

Several people's facial expression is abrupt a stiff, feel the mood of whole body is tensed up only.

But I didn't expect that the voice of the stranger flower turned suddenly, and her voice was calm and indifferent, "but I think that you have been in the government for many years and have worked a lot, so I will punish you for half a year's salary. In addition, before tomorrow night, you must check and send the accounts within half a year and these accounts in recent days, so as to make up for the mistakes."

"Thank you, princess."

All of them were relieved and lifted their hands to wipe off the sweat on their forehead.

And after this disaster, a few people's hearts will be born on the street flowers of resentment, as well as face-to-face hard slap like shame, anger.

The flower on the stranger did not go to see them, the eye light fell on Zhang he's body, the voice is slightly slow, "Zhang steward, your account has done well."

Unavoidably, he attracted jealousy, and the flower on the stranger just said a word, and then there was no following.

However, she did not think that the envy of these big men was not lost to women at all.

On the surface, the matter ended like this. As soon as he was in charge of the affair, he retreated. In a flash, there were only two men in the house who were living in a strange place.

Yan Beicheng's timely rescue, the flower on the stranger's heart is still grateful, is about to say thanks, but Yan Beicheng has stood up, turned his eyes to her and said with a smile: "don't be too grateful to the king, I just look at their nostrils and look at the sky is not happy."

The stranger flower has long been used to Yan Beicheng's duplicity. She can't help pursing her lips and smiling, "I know, but anyway, thank you. If you don't come, I'm afraid I'll have more trouble."

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Beicheng fished the flower into his arms, took her shoulder, raised his lips and laughed, "you are the king's princess, those old guys are lawless, in the end, they will never dare to do anything to you, after all, I am still good here."

He said with a smile, and his words were inevitably childish.

If in the past, the flowers on the street may not pay attention to, but today, she does not know how, the heart does not know why, a little soft.

As if aware of their own abnormal, the stranger flower quickly raised his hand to push Yanbei city away, stepped back toward the side, and drew a long distance from him, "speak and speak, don't move."

Yan Beicheng looked at his empty arm and frowned discontentedly, "have you forgotten your identity?"

After a pause, he didn't wait for the answer from the stranger. He murmured and asked himself, "you're the princess of this king. I'll move my hand a little bit. What's the matter?"

"Childish." The flower on the stranger hold back the twitch of the corner of the mouth, turn to walk backward, do not want to say with him more.

She just walked two steps, Yan Beicheng suddenly caught up from behind, pulled her bright wrist and pulled her back into his arms, drooping his eyes close to her cheek.