Chapter 767: How attractive British gentlemen are

Li Qiao swallowed, with surprise hidden in her eyes.

The princess Margaret wears a high-length dress with a black lady's suit. The

posture of sitting upright is like a model of etiquette of the famous Shuyuan.

As long as she does not speak, she is the noble princess Margaret.

Once she spoke, she fell off the altar and became Xiaoli from the village...

Indeed, the appearance is very different.

Xi Luo took Li Qiao into the seat, took two tea cups and squared them,

frowning when he picked up the teapot, "I have told you hundreds of times,

don't point the spout to people, it's impolite."

Marguerite blinked her blue eyes and curled her mouth nonchalantly, "Who told

you to sit opposite the spout, do you blame me?"

Li Qiao leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. This is a real

girlfriend and can be stamped.

Xi Luo looked at Marguerite, cleared her throat and introduced: "Li Qiao, you

saw it last night."

Marguerite tilted her head to look at Li Qiao, her slender eyelashes quivered

twice, "Hi, sister, nice to meet you."

"They are all your own, you speak to me well." Shi Luo raised her eyebrows in

disgust.

Marguerite glanced at her, ignored her, leaned forward and looked straight at

Li Qiao, "Are you your own?"

Shi Luo: "..."

This product is not only inconsistent, but also ** brainy.

She wiped her face, and hit Li Qiao with her shoulder sideways, "Don't mind,

foreigners are all virtuous, there is no brain, a tendon..."

Li Qiao pretended to drink tea, blocking the upturned corner of her mouth with

the rim of the cup.

This Princess Margaret is really different.

After a while, Marguerite pushed the two bodyguards outside the screen to

serve the cakes, and when they walked away, she leaned on the back of the

chair innocently, twisted her stiff neck, and said in English accent:

"Everyday Carrying the shelf, I'm exhausted."

Silo said coolly from the side, “Who makes you a princess or a future duchess,

it’s great.”

Future Duchess...

With a faint smile on Li Qiao's lips, she looked at Marguely without a trace,

waiting for her response.

At this time, Marguely leaned on the soft chair without any image, pouting her

mouth and spitting out in English, “If there is something wrong, don’t ask me

any questions, and arrange a marriage for me inexplicably. I did not promise

to be a duchess.”

Silo touched the diamond stud earrings on her ears, and smirked: "Then you

still dance with Childman? As my concubine loves you, I thought you two had

secretly communicated with you."

The last idiom, Siluo said in Chinese specially.

Marguerite was dumbfounded for two seconds, stretched her leg under the table

and kicked Silo, "Are you disgusting, who would secretly pass the song with a

robotic arm. If I don't dance with him, I will not only lose the royal face,"

It will also prevent the Duke from coming to power, so I can only use my

tactics. Besides...the British gentlemen are so charming, and Childman is not

my type."

The robotic arm...very appropriate.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, smiling deeper and deeper, "It was announced at

the banquet last night..."

"Speak Mandarin." Suddenly, Marguerite Yu Guang saw the two bodyguards fold

back with the tray, interrupted her quickly, and picked up the graceful

posture of the princess.

Xiluo pursed her lips and chuckled, and explained in a low voice, “Weiston’s

eyeliner is all around her, which shows how important it is to learn a foreign

language.”

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, and her affection for Marguerite once again

soared by several levels.

is really a multi-faceted princess.

The two bodyguards put the exquisite western-style cakes on the table, and

then went to stand guard outside the screen.

Marguerite sighed silently and pushed the pastry in front of Li Qiao, "You

mean to say that the wedding news was announced last night, so there is no

room for a round?"

Xi Luo twisted a piece of muffin and sent it to her mouth, and corrected her

vaguely, "Zuan 圜! Not 圜 zhuan."

Li Qiao curled her lips, smiled at them and bickered, and said quietly:

"That's what it means."

Marguerite shrugged, "Anyway...I haven't thought of a good strategy for the

time being. I take one step at a time, and the big deal will push my sister

out of marriage."

Li Qiaodi didn’t know how many times he was speechless: "..."

Shi Luo nodded in agreement, "It's really a good way to betray your sisters."

As if afraid of Li Qiao’s misunderstanding, she turned her head and added:

“Sisters from the same father, the two had enemies in their previous lives.”

understood.

Marguerite does not want to marry, so she will find a way to transfer this

marriage to someone else.

In the final analysis, Childman will still have close contact with the second

crown prince.

Li Qiao was quiet for a moment, and she said astonishingly thoughtfully, "Are

there any non-royal sisters that can betray you?"

Marguerite bit a piece of puff and looked at Li Qiao, seeming to be shocked.

While Silo licked the corners of her mouth with full eyes, before she said

anything, Margaret held the puff and nodded solemnly at the other side, "Yes,

she, Miranda."

Shi Luo: "..."

Fuck good sisters.

Li Qiao smiled, faintly watching Shi Luo, "She can't."

Marguerite asked very seriously, "Are you old?"

Siluo opened the chair and made a gesture to leave, otherwise she was afraid

that she could not help pouring tea on her face.

Li Qiao stretched out her hand to hold Xi Luo, and said with a smile, she

finished the game with a smile, "It's not that she is older, she deserves

better."

Siro was relieved, pursed her lips and sat down again, and gave Margaret a

slanted look, "Believe it or not, I will inform you the bodyguard?"

The three of them talked and laughed a few more words, and finally Li Qiao

bluntly stated her purpose.

Zellman cannot marry the royal family.

Marguerite agreed with her idea, "Let me think about who I have a bad

relationship with..."

Siluo took a sip of tea inadvertently, and knocked on the table with the

joints, "Tell us when you think about it, let’s go."

Marguerite didn't hold her back. She looked around, but couldn't find a

suitable container. She directly picked up the porcelain plate filled with

pastries and handed it to Li Qiao's hands.

In this way, Li Qiao walked out of the private tea room without expression,

holding Princess Margaret’s heart.

Shi Luo couldn't smile behind her, occasionally reaching for a piece of pastry

and stuffing it in her mouth.

When they got into the car, Li Qiao had an empty plate in her hand.

She looked at the window button, wondering whether to throw it now or on the

road.

Siluo understood her intentions, raised her legs, and said slowly: "That is

the imperial porcelain handed down by the British imperial family. Let alone a

century of history, it is hard to buy for a thousand dollars."

Li Qiao retracted her gaze, and slipped the plate into the storage bag behind

the seat.

Xi Luo looked at her relievedly, "It's not stupid yet."

Li Qiao leaned on her headrest, squinted at her with the tail of her eyes,

"You came to the British Emperor this time, specifically to help me?"

The friendship between her and Shi Luo is no better than that of the seven

sons, and for a long time they are more like general friends.

It was the British emperor's party, and Shi Luo gave her so many surprises

that Li Qiao had a desire to explore.

The impression of Silo is not a warm-hearted woman.

See you at 0 o'clock.

(End of this chapter)