The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

After Bai Yulang looked left and right for a while, his eyes finally locked on a stall selling women's headbands.

He looked at the hairbands with all kinds of beautiful patterns and couldn't help but feel happy.

The stall owner looked at his difficult choice and asked, "Looking at the young master, you can tell that it must be the first time for the young master to buy a hairband for his sweetheart, right?"

"Well...it's not the first time, but it's really the first time I bought this headband." Bai Yulang answered while choosing.

The stall owner was a little confused and didn't quite understand what he meant.

Bai Yulang picked for a long time, and found that they were all pretty good. He really couldn't pick out the best one, so he just slapped the money on the stall: "Forget it, don't choose, I want them all!"

The stall owner immediately nodded and smiled: "Young master is really bold. If you send so many hairs to your sweetheart at once, your sweetheart must be very happy."

Bai Yulang also smirked, and a picture had already appeared in his mind.

When the senior brother comes back, he will definitely be very happy to see him tie himself up and give it to him as a gift.

The stall owner handed a stack of hair ties to Bai Yulang, and Bai Yulang reached out to catch them, then turned around and left with his arms in his arms.

He looked at the various hair ties in his arms with a smile, and said to himself: "White ones tie ankles, red ones tie wrists, black ones tie eyes..."

Bai Yulang was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a carriage slowly approaching in front of him, only to hear someone yelling coldly: "Get out of the way!"

Only then did he come to his senses, and immediately stepped aside. He looked at the hair ties in his arms again, for fear that they would fall off.

When he looked up again, the carriage had already passed by, and he only saw the silhouette of the driver, but he already felt very familiar with just the silhouette.

"Isn't that... Yuan Sichen?!" Bai Yulang rubbed his eyes, and when he looked over, he couldn't even see the silhouette, only the rear of the carriage.

Impossible, then how could it be Yuan Sichen, how could Yuan Sichen be here.

But, even if Yuan Sichen was turned into ashes, he could recognize him, so how could he admit his mistake? !

Bai Yulang frowned, then chased after him holding the headband.

When they chased to the corner, they saw the carriage stopped there motionless.

At this time, a strange but familiar voice came from the carriage: "Who is following?"

There were two people driving the carriage, one of them jumped out of the carriage, turned to look at Bai Yulang, he looked him up and down, and then replied: "Master, a girl's hairband seller."

If this was normal, Bai Yulang would have scolded him back long ago when he heard this.

But now he was standing there, staring at that person, trembling all over.

But it wasn't because of fear, it was because of anger.

Because the person in front of him was exactly the Yuan Sichen he had just mentioned.

Yuan Sichen looked at Bai Yulang suspiciously, he didn't know why Bai Yulang looked at him so angrily, his eyes were like seeing an enemy.

"Since it is an irrelevant person, there is no need to pay attention to it."

"Yes." Yuan Sichen glanced at Bai Yulang again, always feeling that those eyes were familiar, but that face was extremely strange.

Then, he turned and got into the carriage.

Bai Yulang hugged the headband tightly, wanting to rush forward, but he knew he couldn't be impulsive.

There is only one person who can make Yuan Sichen call master.

So in that carriage was also the person he wanted to kill.

But now that he is alone, he must not act rashly.

So I could only stand there and watch the carriage move slowly.

However, just as the carriage was about to drive out of this alley, the person in the carriage asked again: "Is he still there?"

Yuan Sichen turned his head and took a look: "Return to master, here we are."

"Kill it." A cold and ruthless voice came from the carriage, only two short words, but the scalp of the listener was numb.