Chapter 1350： Refused to marry for a while, chasing husband crematorium 30.2

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Luo Mio: "..."

"I'm not worth the money?"

How crappy does he look?

wrong.

It's just how blind this person is, the first beauty can't even see it.

Luo Mio felt it for the first time.

His appearance was provoked!

Flicking his sleeves coldly, he stared at him with a noble and glamorous gaze, rejecting him twice within a minute.

He also expressed that he is not as good as a man who means money.

X-rays are emitted.

He wanted to see which part gave him the courage.

The gentleman's throat moved uncontrollably.

Even though the facial features are ordinary, the face is very handsome, and there is a blush.

From time to time peek at the person on the other side.

He didn't know if it was an illusion.

When we first met, he really had no other idea.

But in the blink of an eye.

At once...

Quietly touched the beating heart.

He thought, thought...

"What, you're dumb? Going back, isn't this palace worth a fortune?"

Luo Mio withdrew his sharp gaze.

He hummed proudly in his heart.

That said, no one can resist his beauty.

This guy.

So dishonest.

He will give him another chance.

The gentleman opened his mouth, wanting to say what a sum of money is.

But when it came to his mouth, he held back abruptly.

He turned around and asked, "King, how are you?"

He came to Wuguo for five years.

Although I didn't deliberately ask about it, I also heard some news from the royal family.

The originally serious son-in-law was oppressed by a concubine who relied on having a favored mother.

Regardless of what the king said, he absurdly proposed the decision to marry his heir as a woman.

But he didn't want to marry the royal heir when he was looking for a totem.

Instead, he was prepared to exchange a sum of money with the royal family.

One for him to...

Think of this.

The thought in the gentleman's mind became firmer.

Luo Mio just thought that the guy on the opposite side, whose face was changing, was a little funny.

was delighted.

In a good mood, he didn't perfunctory him, spoke bluntly, and his tone was contemptuous.

"What if it's not good for me, anyway, it's a dying person who can't live for a month."

"Speaking of which, if you agree to marry me, this palace will become king a month later, and you will be the royal husband of this palace, do you really not consider it?"

Luo Mio couldn't help but bring coaxing.

He couldn't believe that he couldn't move this guy.

However, the gentleman's saving is really tense and refuses.

Just a lot of moisture.

"I, I still, still want some money."

'Snapped'

Luo Mio slapped the table hard.

Damn, he's angry.

The gentleman who was still very firm in his heart was shy, and suddenly counseled.

Just, swallowed.

Beauty is angry.

Really good, so beautiful.

The face, which was already bright and bright like a hibiscus, now became more and more agile and thick.

It's like being dyed with a layer of rouge.

The beauty is breathtaking.

The gentleman's eyes gradually straightened.

"Heh... the nosebleed is about to come out, and you dare to keep asking for money. I think you're going to die, right?"

Luo Mio sneered, her voice cold.

The gentleman quickly covered his nose and looked at the angry beauty with a little aggrieved.

He defended in a low voice: "Everyone has the love of beauty."

After speaking, I couldn't help but continue muttering: "Who made you look so beautiful."

Luo Mio laughed angrily, "Is it my fault for co-authoring this?"

The gentleman nodded subconsciously, "Yes...ah!!!"

suffered! to finish.

'Snapped'

A fluffy tail slammed against the table.

The gentleman suddenly straightened his body.

Luo Mio stepped on the table with one foot and put one hand on her waist.

Grinding his teeth fiercely: "Kneel on the edge of this palace."

The gentleman stood up hurriedly and knelt beside him obediently.

Luo Mio snorted softly, folded her arms across her chest, and looked down at each other condescendingly: "Say, marry Ben Gong."

"me..."

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With a flick of the whip, it's the weekend, where are the tickets?