"By the way, her name is Mo Ling, Zhang Yao, you are all girls, let's talk together, I'll go up and change my clothes and then come down to eat." None of the three women in his family is what he wants to see, so he tries to perfunctory the past as much as he can.

Looking at Xing Yu's tall and slender figure going upstairs, Mo Ling's eyes were a little crazy, even if it was just a back, it was enough to make him obsessed......

She can be regarded as having read countless people, but it is the first time she has seen a male god like Xing Yu who will never forget it at first sight, and that heart is like a lake blown by a breeze, gently causing a layer of shallow ripples.

Zhang Yao's eyes when she looked at Mo Ling were full of hatred, as a woman, she was particularly sensitive to things like feelings.

Mo Ling's eyes had betrayed her mind.

"You are Xing Yu's cousin, you are so beautiful, gentle and lovely, quiet and quiet, many boys must like you, right?" After Zhang Yao knew Feng Ziyu's identity, this sycophant was tightened.

She knew that Xing Yu had no relatives here, and since this cousin could come over, it proved that this cousin had a good relationship with him, so if she wanted to get his heart, she had to start with the people around him.

Feng Ziyu smiled reluctantly, "Sister is a beautiful woman, noble temperament, elegant and generous, by the way, sister's nose is the most beautiful, quite stylish, did you do it in Korea? This doctor's skills are really good, does my sister still have the doctor's contact information? Give it to me, okay? If one day I get tired of looking at my nose, I will also go to ......."

The further back she spoke, the stronger the smile on Feng Ziyu's delicate cheeks became, and it was obvious that she was mocking Zhang Yao.

What kind of woman is Zhang Yao, how could Feng Ziyu not see it?

Now Feng Ziyu is on the same front as Mo Ling, so suppressing Zhang Yao is simply a matter for Feng Ziyu.

Zhang Yao's face suddenly became extremely ugly, because Feng Ziyu was Xing Yu's cousin, and she was not easy to get angry, so she smiled awkwardly, "I don't like plastic surgery|...... Born ......"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I read it wrong......" Feng Ziyu made a somewhat exaggerated expression of guilt......

Mo Ling on the side was holding a pillow in his arms and tried his best to hold back his laughter, but his body still couldn't help but tremble a little......

Zhang Yao's face is extremely exquisite, and her beauty is a little too much, and she knows that she has undergone plastic surgery at a glance, but she still refuses to admit it, can it not be funny?

She has seen cheeky people, but she has really never seen a cheeky person like Zhang Yao......

At this time, the maid came over with a drink, which was a specially made sour plum soup.

Zhang Yao sat on the same sofa with them, Mo Ling sat between the two of them, and when the maid passed by, Zhang Yao first picked up a cup of sour plum soup, and then deliberately did not stand firmly, and when his body was crooked, he knocked over the sour plum soup in the servant's hand.

Most of the sour plum soup that was knocked over was sprinkled on Mo Ling's body, and Feng Ziyu only splashed some ...... on his arm

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, is it too hot today, I'm a little dizzy......"

Zhang Yao said as she took out a tissue from the coffee table to help Mo Ling wipe it......

What could Mo Ling say? He had to smile, "It's okay......

Everyone can see that she did it on purpose, but she is the girlfriend of the owner here, do you really want to tear her skin to guess her?

Mo Ling can't say if he is bitter, he came to see Xing Yu today, this dress is carefully selected, a snow-white chiffon puffer, with a denim skirt underneath, it looks pure and cute, and he is full of energy.

It's good now, the snow-white bubble shirt is full of sour plum soup, piece by piece, extremely dirty, how can you see people like this, let alone see a male god......

Feng Ziyu glared at Zhang Yao fiercely from the corner of his eye, and immediately pulled Mo Ling and said, "When I slept here last time, I left two clothes here, and I will accompany you to the room to change one......"

Hearing Feng Ziyu say this, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, Feng Ziyu is about the same size as her, and the clothes of the two of them can be worn together, so Feng Ziyu's clothes should have a good effect on her body, at least she won't be embarrassed in front of the male god.

Seeing Feng Ziyu and Mo Ling leaving the living room, Zhang Yao glanced at her coldly, and there was a sharp light in her beautiful eyes, Fight with me, you two little girls are still a little tender.

She sat on the sofa, overlapping her long white and tender legs, dangling her feet that had just done a manicure, and drinking sour plum soup......

As soon as she entered the room where Feng Ziyu had lived before, she pursed her lips and said very dissatisfied: "What kind of person is this Zhang Yao, hypocrisy is enough, my cousin's vision is too bad, and he actually found such a tasteless woman as his girlfriend......"

Feng Ziyu's words sounded very heartwarming to Mo Ling...... A good friend is a good friend, and she will always be on her side......

"Forget it, it's just a change of clothes, I don't care, what do you care? She probably hates you for saying that she had plastic surgery before, right? That's why she deliberately spilled sour plum soup, speaking of which, you still provoke people first. "Although Mo Ling doesn't like Zhang Yao either, he also talks about things.

Feng Ziyu was a little too much when she opened her mouth just now, after all, people are also guests here, and from the beginning, it could be seen that Zhang Yao had the intention of currying favor with Feng Ziyu, but she was a hot face and a cold fart, and she was on the ......

"I offended her, she came to me, why did she deliberately spill the soup on you......"

"Why? Because in her eyes, the two of us are a gang...... Mo Ling looked at Feng Ziyu with a smile, and saw the appearance of red lips, like a child.

"The clothes are in the closet, you can find them yourself, I'll go to the bathroom to wash them, there is a big smell of sour plum soup on my body......" Feng Ziyu wrinkled his nose at Mo Ling, and then went out.

This house is a duplex building, with a kitchen and living room below, and a recreation room and bedroom above, with an area of about 500 square meters, although it is not as large as the villa, but it is also very comfortable to live in.

Open the wardrobe, there are two dresses, one black and one white. Because it was summer, Mo Ling preferred white, and she chose the white one.

She is about the same age and figure as Feng Ziyu, but the style of wearing clothes is much different.

Feng Ziyu's clothes are all the kind of clothes that are very well-cut and highlight the figure, but they are very ladylike, while Mo Ling likes to be leisurely and full of youthful vitality......

The style of dressing is destined to personality, so Feng Ziyu is the kind of well-behaved and sensible girl at first glance, and Mo Ling is the kind of female nerve who loves to laugh and make trouble, heartless, willful, but also young and cute, full of attractive highlights......