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Chapter 119 The Beauty of the Republic of China (3)
"No, Young Marshal Jiang, I want to be with you."

Song Yinglai revealed her moist eyes, the slight redness made her look even more adorable.

It's a pity that she met Pei Mi who was also a woman and always put the overall situation first (??).

"Send Miss Song out."

This is an unquestionable order.

Tingfang's attitude was also quite firm, "Miss Song, please."

Song Yinglai secretly broke her mouth angrily, she still had to behave politely, and followed Tingfang unwillingly.

In addition to her, there are also ladies from various families, young masters and wealthy businessmen who are also rushing to the door under the protection of the servants.

The whole Zhu Hua Garden was in a mess beyond imagination.

Pei Mi looked hesitantly at Yilan who was standing on the stage with nowhere to hide and was in a panic, not sure whether to make a move or not.

In the end, he sneered almost invisibly.

That's all, after all, it's the mission goal, just pamper her more.

Yilan hid back in embarrassment, and the burning beams fell straight down.

If he was slower and was hit by this thing, it would be really ineffective every day, and the ground should not respond.

Thinking of this, Yilan's face was even paler because of the powder.

But even if he hadn't been hit, he was doomed now.

The entire circle of fire formed an encirclement circle around him, who would take care of him at this time.

It's just an actor, how can it compare with the lives of those ladies and wives from aristocratic families.

Yilan tried her best to keep calm and retreated to the middle position.

Carefully avoiding all the flames flying around, it seems that today is the day of his death...

Yilan smiled wryly.

"Young commander. As soon as Yanfang came back, he saw the tall and tall Pei Mi jumping directly from the second floor to the middle of the stage, and he screamed out in fright."

Yilan felt her eyes flash, and then her warm breath blew past her ears.

"Come on, hold on to me."

A hand in a white glove was placed on his waist, and the whole person was brought into an embrace.

Yilan lowered her eyes slightly, this young man who was half a head shorter than herself was handsome and delicate.

He has a dashing demeanor and cool eyes.

The noble son-in-law walked out of the bloody battlefield, spotless and unparalleled in elegance.

After Pei Mi hugged Yilan tightly, she yanked tightly on a rope that was still tied to the pillar on the second floor.

If she is alone, she can go directly with the rope.

But if you bring another Yilan, the quality of the current body may be a bit daunting.

"Do you mind being carried on your back?"

Pei Mi asked seriously.

"Ah?" Yilan stared slightly in surprise.

"I shouldn't mind."

Pei Mi wrapped the rope around Yilan's waist, and then tied it to herself.

Staring at the pillars on the stage with Yilan behind her back.

Taking a deep breath, she tore off the curtain and wrapped it around it.

"You, what are you going to do..."

Pei Mi ignored him, grabbed the curtain, stepped on the pillar with people behind her back, and soared up into the air.

After the highest point that this body can reach, with a jerk, it flew to the second floor.

A fiery red fire burns beneath.

It happened to "pass by" the tail of Yilan's wig, and the tail of the wig was heated and curled up in the air.

Yilan subconsciously wrapped her arms around Pei Mi's neck.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid."

Pei Mi patted the back of Yilan's hand with the hand that loosened the curtain, as if to comfort him.

The howling wind blew past the ears of the two of them.

Until finally landing, Yilan still felt a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)