C82 Meeting of rivals in love 2

Little Treasure laid on the stone floor leisurely, his face rosy. He was so young — a type of carefree, needless youth who ate and drank to his heart's content —

It was as if he didn't have any worries or pain in his heart.

It was a psychological age.

Especially her pair of eyes — — Even the knowledgeable Jiang Yueming couldn't understand why an ordinary woman would have such an extraordinary pair of eyes. Those large and black eyeballs were like a pearl immersed in mercury. So clear.

She did not even dress up. She was not prettier than Jiang Yueming, but she looked at her youth.

Because of the contrast, he felt even older. She thought to herself, is this the reason why Qu Cunzi often goes to the Wutong Xuan?

Li Xiaobao also raised her head to look at the person.

She wore a white dress. It was snow-white. There was not a single trace of discoloration on his body. Even on her neck, there was a white pearl necklace.

At first glance, there was a woman dressed in snow-white robes standing under the red plum blossoms that bloomed all over the courtyard. She had stood in a fiery red dress in a world of ice and snow.

Now, she was surrounded by red roses, and her hair was even darker, her clothes snow-white.

In her world, it was either red or white. There was no other color. Energetic, unrestrained, with distinct black and white.

Only a woman like her could be worthy of such a beautiful figure. Unlike her, Li Xiaobao, her clothes were casual and her hair was fluffy. The only thing remarkable was the ruddiness on her face, like an apple in the autumn.

"You are …"

"You are …"

The two of them spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.

Xiao Bao was the first to speak. "Miss Jiang Yueming?"

"Miss Li Xiaobao!"

So it turned out that both knew of each other's existence. There was no need to introduce them; they had been friends for a long time.

"Miss Li, you are the only woman who has been here for a long time."

Xiaobao was very sincere. "This is different. I'm just a small concubine. But Miss Jiang, you are different. You will marry him. "

Is this a comfort?

Jiang Yueming's expression became strange, "I heard that Mr. Qu frequently visit the Wutong Xuan, he never stayed in any woman's room for the night."

"Miss Jiang, aren't you the same? "He also often goes to the Plum Blossom House …"

Aren't you, too?

She, Li Xiaobao, had only said one sentence the truth. This was because she could see the enmity in the Miss Jiang's eyes — a faint, contemptuous, and deadly enmity.

Jiang Yueming's snow-white face turned red and then white, the beautiful ice mountain that was so high up in the sky. It was as if someone had punched him hard: Aren't you the same?

You too.

"I am Mr. Qu's concubine. He sends me money every month and I serve him. "What about you?"

She was just a young wife and thought that Jiang Yueming was the same kind of person.

The most damnable thing was that what she said was the truth: Li Xiaobao took money to work, but she, Jiang Yueming, could not leave Qu Cunzi's side. Yes, in essence, they were the same.

And, to the extent that even Li Xiaobao was the first to arrive, and she was the last. It was not her, Li Xiaobao, who stole Jiang Yueming's business —

Her face flushed red and white, she gritted her teeth: "I really can't tell, Miss Li, I underestimated you."

Underestimate? If it was called underestimating when speaking the truth, then most people in this world would be underestimated.

"Miss Li, you are willing to be young?"

"You don't want to be a kid? Mr. Qu was very easy to talk to. If you don't want to do it, you can tell him that you can leave at any time... "