The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Jiang Yingcheng's words were powerful and successfully turned the already weird atmosphere into complete silence.

The whole hall was extremely silent.

The person who had spoken out the accusation earlier seemed to be suddenly strangled by someone, and stared at Pan Jingwan with a strange look for a long while.

Then the anger grew.

"You're still a human??!"

Being ordered by the head of the family to treat her to an apology for such a reason was already outrageous, but she actually brought the little one to eat at a place like this?!

Isn't this just torturing other people's children? !

Pan Jingwan: “…”

She wondered how this little guy could be so kind and help her say those nice words in front of the temple. It turned out that he was waiting for her here!

Pan Jingwan was so angry at this unexpected turn of events that she slammed the table and said, "We need to change the box!"

Even if Pan Jingwan jumped off the roof of this building, broke her legs, and was put in solitary confinement in the palace, she would never stay here and endure such humiliation!

Jiang Yingcheng lowered his head, hiding the smug look in his eyes: "That, that will cost Auntie even more money..."

The inner voice that only Liaochen and a few others could hear was extremely honest: [Ahahahahahahaha, this is not what Chengcheng asked for! ]

Then he stood up listlessly and pinched a small corner of Pan Jingwan's clothes: "Then let's go quickly. Chengcheng doesn't want to hear them say this about Auntie..."

Pan Jingwan was almost suffocated by the little dumpling with green tea filling. She grabbed the little guy's hand and hurried upstairs.

"Which room is empty?" she asked the madam who was following them.

[Where is he? ] Jiang Yingcheng also asked her golden plug-in 007 in her heart.

Zhang Yuke, who wanted to earn more money, said, "There is still a vacant room on the third floor."

007, who had already checked the information, said almost at the same time: [The fourth room on the left on the third floor.]

Pan Jingwan and Jiang Yingcheng looked up at the top floor at the same time.

"it is good."

【it is good! 】

The third floor is the private room with the highest consumption in the entire Tianxiang Building. The atmosphere on this floor is much quieter than the lobby. As soon as she went upstairs, Pan Jingwan breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

It was as if he wanted to spit out all the bad luck he had just been contaminated with.

There were only five private rooms on the left side of the corridor. Compared with the endless private rooms on the right side, she was undoubtedly more satisfied: "Are there any empty rooms on the left side?"

Zhang Yuke hesitated for a moment, then rushed up to the group and nodded, "Yes, yes, you follow..." I'll do it.

Before she could finish her words, the mischievous little fellow let go of Pan Jingwan's hand and ran forward skippingly: "Oh oh oh, Chengcheng can have some snacks in the box~"

She looked so happy, as if she had never dined in such a high-end environment before.

However, no one in the audience wanted to cooperate with her performance.

The people who came with her all knew how she lived a life of luxury in the palace. Zhang Yuke, the only outsider present, also witnessed the shocking scene of her casually taking out a silver note.

Jiang Yingcheng did not get the expected response, so she paused for a moment and then continued her performance.

"Is this one okay?"

"What about this one?"

"Is this one okay?!"

After receiving three negative answers in a row, Jiang Yingcheng stamped his feet angrily, and then he lost his balance and staggered towards the box next to him.

"Boom-"

The door of the fourth box on the left was suddenly pushed open by her.

An angry roar came from the box: "Who is it?!"

The corridor was also in chaos.

Although Lechen and the others had understood the purpose of her action from the little girl's thoughts, their hearts still stopped for a moment when they saw her fall so hard.

Several people ran over with concern in their eyes, not realizing that the people in the box were running even faster than them.

A muscular man in tight clothes walked out of the house with a fierce look in his eyes. When he saw that the person making such a commotion outside the door was actually a half-grown child, he was obviously stunned for a moment: "Little guy, who brought you to a place like this?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Jiang Yingcheng said after apologizing, then raised her head with tears in her eyes, pointed at Pan Jingwan who was still standing at the stairs, and pretended to be curious and looked inside, "It was my aunt who brought Chengcheng here~"

The man subconsciously turned his head in the direction the little guy pointed, but before he could find the "aunt" among the panicked crowd on the opposite side, his trouser legs were suddenly grabbed by the little guy.

Li Cheng lowered his head and met the eyes of the little guy who had not yet gotten up.

Jiang Yingcheng grinned, his crescent eyes full of cunning light: "The uncle inside seems very handsome, is he also here to look for the beautiful aunt?"

Li Cheng was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look back.

The screen made of light gauze casts a silhouette of the man's knife-like profile. Just such a simple line gives rise to endless imagination.

only--

He was used to seeing young women being infatuated with his prince, but he never expected that one day he would see a similar scene on such a small face.

But facing such a pair of clear eyes, he couldn't speak in a bad tone anymore, and just said: "Go back with your family quickly, this is not the place for you to be!"

However, the rabbit meat was already at her lips. Jiang Yingcheng's eyes were shining. She turned around and winked at her uncle Lechen.

[Uncle Liaochen, go ahead and hold him back! ! ]

The moment Liaochen took a step forward, Jiang Yingcheng let go of his hands that were holding his trouser legs, jumped up nimbly from the ground, and rushed into the room as soon as he stood firm.

Li Cheng was not on guard against such a little girl, and actually let her slip past him. When he turned around to hold her back, he was stopped by the monk who arrived shortly after.

The moment they started fighting, he broke out in a cold sweat: "Who are you? Do you know what's inside—"

"Li Cheng." The pleasant voice of the man in the box sounded coldly, interrupting the threat that Li Cheng had not yet spoken.

When Pan Jingwan heard the voice, her expression became dazed.

Li Cheng gritted his teeth and fought against the bald man who was obviously more than one level better than him in martial arts.

Jiang Yingcheng also ran behind the screen at this time.

There was no trace of panic on his handsome face, which looked about 60 to 70 times like her father. The moment he met her eyes, he gently poured her a cup of hot tea, placed it on the table and gently pushed it forward: "Drink it."

Jiang Yingcheng timidly climbed up the chair by the edge of the table and sat down. Before taking the hot tea, she smoothed the hair by her ears in a ladylike manner: "Can I drink it?"

"Well," Jiang Yian smiled, "Let's drink and get going."

Jiang Yingcheng: "..."