Chapter 1010 Women disguised as men: the favor of powerful ministers (11)

The bull-faced man held a mouthful of old blood in his chest and almost vomited it out.

His breath was unstable for a moment, his feet were in the air, and he failed to catch up with the moves on his hands. He received a palm from Sheng Yuzhi, and then fell from the air like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground hard, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

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When he was lying on the ground half-dead, he saw Sheng Jiaoyang jumping up to him, with a face that he wanted to tear into pieces, leaning in front of him and pointing at him, with a bright smile and gloating on his face: "Yeah

,Is this the legendary qi vomiting blood?"

This time, the bull-faced man was so angry that she spit out another mouthful of blood, and even thought in revenge that it would be best to spray the blood on his face.

However, after spitting out this mouthful of blood, his head tilted, his vision went dark, and she fainted out of anger.

As for whether the blood finally sprayed on that annoying face, he didn't know.

Jiaoyang was grateful for Sheng Yuzhi's defense of her in front of those people that day, and decided to reward him with a gift.

The first thing she thought of was a set of limited-edition clothes in "Huaping Pavilion". Of course, Sheng Yuzhi would have to pay for the money.

In her words, it is: "My brother's belongs to Jiaoyang, so my brother gave Jiaoyang a small amount of money, and Jiaoyang bought clothes for his brother. Rounding up, Jiaoyang used the small money to buy clothes for his brother."

She can also take the opportunity to promote their store's clothes. She is really getting smarter and smarter.

Recently, there are always some out-of-shape nouveau riche who, after custom-made clothes from their stores, wear them and publicize them on the street, causing the reputation of their stores to get worse and worse. They say, "Huapinge's clothes are not the same."

"How about it?" They didn't even look at it. They just relied on those pig-like figures. If the clothes they wore on them looked like a person, it should be attributed to the clothes!

Jiaoyang plans to use Sheng Yuzhi as the exclusive model of their store, so that those mediocre people can see the difference between a buyer's show and a seller's show!

In response to this, Sheng Yuzhi just stretched out his hand and touched her head with affection in his eyes.

Jiaoyang also smiled and put her head under his hand and rubbed it.

Immediately afterwards, Jiaoyang pulled Sheng Yuzhi onto the carriage under the gaze of a certain lady who was as good as killing a pig.

"Sheng Jiaoyang!" A certain lady caught up with her, holding a kitchen knife in her hand. Those who didn't know better thought she was really going to kill a pig.

Jiaoyang was in the carriage and had just poked her head out halfway when she was so frightened that she shrank back again.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

"Lunch is almost ready, why don't you stay to eat?" Aunt Zhao squinted her eyes with threats.

"Not staying." Jiaoyang pouted and snorted, holding Sheng Yuzhi's arm.

Now that she has Sheng Yuzhi, and with such a big money bag by her side, why would she follow this cheap mother if she doesn't want anything?

"I want to be with my brother." After saying this, she leaned her head over, put her face in front of Sheng Yuzhi, and gave him a bright smile.

Sheng Yuzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch her soft cheeks, and the eyebrows that were originally frowned by Aunt Zhao also relaxed.

When he turned around and looked at Aunt Zhao, his eyes were slightly cold. Although he was dissatisfied, he still maintained respect: "I will be responsible for the safety of the scorching sun. It's sunny outside. Please go back to the house. Don't worry.

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After saying this, he pulled down the curtain of the carriage, held Jiaoyang's hand tightly, and drove away outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When the last gap was covered, Jiaoyang turned around and made a face at the cheap mother outside.

Aunt Zhao stood there, feeling angry and anxious, but she couldn't get out of her anger.

"This boy"

She sighed and looked at her aging face on the blade, dumbfounded and said, "After all, it's too late to survive."

Jiaoyang took Sheng Yuzhi to the "Huapin Pavilion". As soon as he entered, he immediately shouted loudly: "Boss, custom-made clothes!"

The shop owner came out, glanced at the young boss and Sheng Yuzhi beside her, and then said calmly: "The customized order has been placed for next year."

"What?!" Jiaoyang's eyes lit up and she feigned anger on her face. She grabbed the boss's collar and said, "What are you planning? I will do what I want to do. Even if the King of Heaven comes, he will have to arrange it for me."

In the back!”

Sheng Yuzhi immediately came over to break up the fight and looked at the boss apologetically: "I'm sorry, can you please be accommodating? We can double the price."

After saying this, he took out a heavy piece of gold from his arms and put it in the boss's hand.

The boss looked at the gold in his hand, his expression unchanged. Jiaoyang's eyes lit up behind him, and he shouted loudly: "What are you looking at! The direct son of the prime minister, how dare you deny me face?"

The boss hesitated for a while, and finally put his hands in front of him and bowed apologetically: "It's not that we don't give the prime minister face, it's just that the customer who came to us to customize clothes this time is really. If possible, can you two

After discussing with them, they are also in the store now and have not left."

"Oh? Who is it?" Jiaoyang said loudly, looking around, "Boss, you won't let go even if we offer double the price. I want to see what it is, sir."

However, she turned her head, and a silver ghost mask suddenly appeared in front of her. The eyes were extremely dark, and there was a trace of coolness about him, like the temperature of a dead person.

Jiaoyang was startled and immediately retreated behind Sheng Yuzhi, grabbing his wrist.

Sheng Yuzhi stood in front of her and showed an apologetic and helpless smile to the man: "Bei Heng, Jiaoyang is not sensible. You don't want to be on the same level as him."

Xiao Beiheng said nothing. Under that cold and strange mask, a pair of dark eyes without any warmth fell directly on the delicate sun behind Sheng Yuzhi.

The young man who was full of arrogance just now was like an eggplant beaten by frost, with his head lowered and wilted.

The corner of his mouth curled up, but without a smile, he said something unclear: "You are indeed ignorant."

Jiaoyang opened her eyes wide, hid behind Sheng Yuzhi's arm, and stared at him.

When Xiao Beiheng looked over, he retracted again, looking left and right, but he didn't look at him anyway.

At this moment, the woman next to Xiao Beiheng suddenly covered her mouth and let out a sneer.

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, a rat-eyed person, a despicable person."

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows. It was because the ghost-faced man's aura was so strong that he only noticed her now.

Now she looked at the man's face and looked at it carefully several times. This time she could see it.

Isn't this pretty woman in yellow clothes with a peach-pink face the same "bookboy" disguised as a man that she met in Baihua Tower yesterday?

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