Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Suddenly, a beggar went on a rampage, running between her and her friend.

"Qiqian, your lip fat!" Zhang Yuelan turned pale with shock.

The square box was knocked into the air, briefly flashing an afterimage in the air, then thrown into the river, and floated up after a while.

Fortunately, the outer material is waterproof, and the mouth grease inside will not be soaked by river water.

Zou Jingqian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This is a limited new product that she has been waiting for for a long time, as long as it is not broken, just pick it up.

Then go to the beggar who bumped into them just now, but he has already run away without a trace, and I don't know where to hide.

Zou Jingqian discussed the countermeasures with her friends: "I'll go back to my house and send someone to fish it, Yue Lan, just stay here and watch, don't let others pick it up for nothing."

Of course, their two daughters' homes can't go down the river, lest they stain their skirts and wet their shoes and socks.

People coming and going by the river will damage the reputation of the two.

"Wait!" Zhang Yuelan held back her hurried figure, twirled her handkerchief and pointed to the bridge, "Look over there, Qianqian, isn't there someone ready to salvage lip balm for us!"

Zou Jingqian asked in surprise, "On the bridge...is there only one little beggar?"

And it looked like a girl younger than them.

Zhang Yuelan's eyes lit up: "You see she is dressed in tatters and her face is filthy. I personally thought that he and the person who bumped into us might be relatives. It is only natural to ask her to get some lip balm."

Zou Jingqian also didn't want to go back to the mansion to send people, so she naturally agreed if it would save some trouble.

"Then let's go and ask her if she wants to."

Zhang Yuelan raised her brows, and her tone was sharp: "She is definitely willing, it is an honor for people like them to help noble people!"

The life of the poor is cheap, and they spend their whole lives worrying about food and clothing.

Could it be possible that a beggar who walks the streets dares to disobey the order of a rich lady?

Zou Jingqian frowned and said, "Yuelan, don't say that, when she salvages the fat, I will give you a tael of silver."

It shouldn't be considered a bad treatment to exchange silver for the little beggar to go down the river.

"One or two?!" Zhang Yuelan was so startled that her eyes popped out, she couldn't help feeling, "Qi Qian, you are really kind, she is so lucky to meet us!"

Qin Yan lay on the stone pillar, staring intently at the small fish playing in the river, to pass the time.

"Hey, little beggar!"

She was the only one standing on the bridge, and the little beggar's voice was probably calling herself.

Qin Yan turned around and saw two young girls coming side by side.

Apply thin powder on the face, plain teeth and vermilion lips.

One of them was wearing a peony-patterned dark flower skirt, which was flamboyant and bright.

The other is wearing Qinglian Yunjin gauze, elegant and dignified.

Zhang Yuelan's voice was stuck in her throat, and a trace of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

The little beggar walked roughly in sackcloth, his cheeks were dirty, but his almond eyes were very beautiful.

When I cry, it must be pear blossoms with rain, I feel pity.

It's too good to be jealous.

Zou Jingqian spoke softly, and asked politely: "Girl, I have something to ask for. My newly purchased lip balm accidentally fell into the river. Can you help to fish it out? I will give you a tael of silver as a reward."

Before Qin Yan could respond, Zhang Yuelan on the side started to get angry: "Kneeling in the street doesn't necessarily mean that someone will give you a tael of silver. I'm not grateful to Dade for agreeing, a beggar who has never seen the world!"

Why did the beautiful eyes go to her eye sockets, but thinking that this person is just a lowly beggar, Zhang Yuelan's mind is much more balanced.

Qin Yan lazily lay back on the stone pillar, not wanting to talk to him.