Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 813: The eighty-fifth bowl of soup (8)

The eighty-fifth bowl of soup (8)

"Look at you, but I just asked you to come out to accompany me. From the beginning to now, you have a stinky face. Believe it or not, I will leave you alone at night?"

Qing Huan's threats are effective, as S immediately smiles at her. Although it was just a fake smile that could no longer be faked with the corners of his mouth rising upwards on both sides, at least he made the expression "laughing" consciously. For Qing Huan, this was enough. She stood on tiptoe and touched S, who was a head taller than her. She was already very tall, and S was even taller and had longer legs, which made her stand out in the crowd.

"Don't be in a bad mood, you didn't suffer, did you?"

S still looked at her unhappily, while maintaining a "smile" at the corner of his mouth. Did he not suffer? How far has he backed down in order to have her own meals to eat every day for the next three days? The high priest went out to go shopping... talk about this kind of thing and ask who the rest of the Holy Religion can believe? It's a big laugh, why did he give up so many unread books for a few meals, and walk on the street stupidly to receive countless strange eyes? !

Qing Huan tugged at his sleeve: "I heard that there is a family of cakes here that is very good, don't you want to try it?"

There are many chefs in the Holy Church, and he doesn't want to taste it, let alone what people outside make.

S's noncommittal appearance was taken as the default by Qing Huan. She counted the money in her skirt pocket and dragged the reluctant S into the cake shop. For her, the cake shop exudes a sweet and alluring atmosphere, but it is extremely uncomfortable for S. He stood in it, fidgeting, and kept urging to buy it happily, and then it was time to leave.

Qing Huan's head hurts because of his urging. She thinks S just looks scary. In fact, she has the same temperament as a child. She is self-willed and ignorant. However, she quickly bought it and took him out. She saw S rubbing her eyebrows with a headache, and looking at her with the eyes of an adult looking at a child: "Can you be as mature as me?"

"???" He is also qualified to say this? ? Who is the person who pesters her for supper every night? Who is the person who agreed to her condition for a little food to step into the temple that has not been seen for hundreds of years? Is this person too embarrassed to talk about her?

Qing Huan endured it, but still didn't care about the children, she took out a puff: "Would you like to eat it?"

S opened his mouth, he couldn't use chopsticks, he was used to being fed by Qing Huan. He bent down slightly, grabbed the puff that was brought to his mouth by Qing Huan, took a small bite, and left the sweet cream inside. He swallowed the whole, expressionless: "Normal."

Qing Huan also ate one, but she thought it was delicious, although she wasn't surprised. "I'll make you a custard in the evening."

"No red beans." This time the response was quick.

Qing laughed: "I listen to you."

She has a good attitude, which makes S feel a lot more comfortable, and is more willing to walk slowly behind her, although he doesn't think there is anything to do in this busy city. Lots of people, poor air quality, and loud noise. Children are running around, adults are not pleasing to the eye, and there are still a few sloppy people in the alley robbing an old woman... This world is really smoky and dirty, and it is annoying to look at.

As a result, S's face is getting worse and worse. He just doesn't like such a place, so he stays in the temple all the time. It's entirely up to him to decide what it looks like, whether it's day or night, happy or deserted, lonely or lonely. Lively, all the dominance is in his hands.

I really don't know what's so good about a place like this. This woman is going to visit with gusto. S glanced at Qing Huan, then looked at the hands that the two of them were shaking, and it was always the appearance of others who were afraid of him, even Envy dared not touch him like this. This woman is very good, not only dares to touch his head and pinches his face, but also dare to hold his hand, if he is her son, this kind of attitude... It's really annoying.

The two went to a restaurant and heard that the fried beef short ribs here is very good, which can be said to be a must. What Qing Huan saw in the latest edition of the "Continental Beauty Cookbook" in the temple, the picture above made people's index fingers move. I don't know if I can get a number today. The most important thing is that the beef short ribs in this shop are all fried until fully cooked. Except for specific needs, there will never be **** situations when they are cut with one knife.

How low she asks.

Fortunately, they got a seat as soon as they arrived, and it was a corner by the window on the second floor, with an excellent view. The waiter in formal attire was very polite, and Qing Huan smiled at him without hesitation. A moving piano music was flowing in the restaurant, and a young man in a tuxedo and white gloves played a beautiful and moving piece on the stage in the lobby on the first floor. The sound of music was streaming in the restaurant, gentlemen and ladies were chatting in whispers, and many people were dancing on the dance floor.

The environment here seems a little better than outside - but only a little.

After waiting for a while, suddenly there was a loud noise from downstairs, Qing Huan curiously stretched out her head to take a look, and S was very unhappy with her curious look. "It's rude, sit down."

Qing Huan didn't listen to him. She would selectively show fear and anxiety in front of S, but most of the time she did her own way, such as at this moment. "That man is wearing a golden robe, he looks like he has a lot of background, is he from your holy religion?"

Wen Yan S also leaned over to take a look, then sat back nonchalantly: "The royal family."

The royal family, it was the first time that Qing Huan saw them.

The person who came was a man in a golden robe. He looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old. He was handsome. Unfortunately, his eyes were darkened when he walked. Totally different for dark circles at night. There were two teams of guards behind him, both armed with weapons, and the battle was very large. As soon as they entered, they all knelt down for him, and even grabbed a woman from the dance floor.

The woman is very beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes and a concave | convex | yes | cause. At this moment, she was caught by a man and struggled in fear. She seemed to be followed by her husband. When she saw her wife being caught, Not only did he not resist, but he knelt down immediately: "His Royal Highness! See Your Highness!"

The man's hand touched the woman's face fascinatedly, and seemed to want to reach the woman's neckline in front of everyone. Qing Huan frowned slightly, and the entire restaurant was silent. "Who was that person?" she asked quietly.

"The king's foolish only son, the only foolish prince on this continent."

Not only stupid as a pig, but also cruel and violent, unfortunately his brain can't support his whimsical and ridiculous ideas.

Qing Huan asked: "He is always like this... Casual?" Seeing a beautiful woman, she would rob her regardless of her status?

S is not familiar with the stupid prince, but he knows everything that happens in this country: "So what, he can even defile his own sister's daughter."

Qing Huan had a bad first impression of the idiot prince, so she was not happy when she heard this. Seeing that her expression had changed, S seemed to be angry, and continued: "This person has a volatile temperament and likes to torture people, especially women. Once, a maid in the palace accidentally bumped into him, and he killed him. People peeled off the maid's skin alive and put it on an old woman, which is called rejuvenation."

It's just that this beauty, no matter how beautiful the skin is, the old woman with gray hair and hunched back, will not have the slightest sense of beauty, but is extremely terrifying. The foolish prince disagreed, and even laughed.

Naturally, that woman doesn't want to be favored by the prince, and being a prince's woman will never end well! This person is very possessive, and he can't want what he doesn't want. If he gets tired of it, he will peel off the woman's face and make a specimen, and put it in a special room for appreciation.

But her struggles were useless, her husband watched with miserable eyes, but dared not resist, let alone speak for his wife. Because the woman was struggling so hard, her husband even shouted at her: "You stupid woman! It's a blessing for Your Royal Highness to see you! Don't you kneel down and thank His Highness for your favor!"

S looked at it coldly, "What a ruthless human being."

Qing Huan watched the prince take the woman into his arms and dragged him away, but the woman refused with tears in her eyes, and bit the prince while struggling. The man who had been fascinated a second ago instantly pulled out the treasured knife on his waist, and the woman's head suddenly rolled to the ground, her beautiful blue eyes still wide open.

Seeing this scene, the husband's eyes were split. He hugged his wife's head with trembling hands. He couldn't believe that they were still in love and dancing on the dance floor just a moment ago, but now they are separated forever. He clenched his fists, "I fought with you—"

"Stupid." S said.

Then the husband also fell to the ground. His Royal Highness glanced at the corpses of their husband and wife in disgust: "Drag them to me to feed the dogs! One or two are both ignorant things! If someone collects their corpses, they will be chopped together!"

"Yes!"

Now Qing Huan understands why Elsa and Shaw are determined to overthrow the royal family. If His Royal Highness is like this, how can the king be better as a father? What kind of life do the subjects on this continent live? The couple's dress is exquisite, and it can be seen that they should be people of status. But even so, when the wife was attracted by the prince, the husband chose to remain silent and not resist. Maybe he knew that if he resisted, that was the end of the day.

It's really disgusting.

The prince turned around in the crowd a few more times. He ordered everyone not to move, while he was walking through the crowd. When he saw a woman, he would hold his chin and take a closer look. Take the woman away.

Like the man before, no one dared to resist, and no one dared to speak out.

They have endured this silently, desperately, and accustomed to it.