Ling Motang rubbed his hands, the tea was very fragrant, the people were very beautiful, it was hard to refuse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When she walked over and lifted the teapot and poured tea into the empty cup in front of her, Shen Yuan frowned, pushed away the empty cup in front of Ling Motang, Ling Motang's hand shook and splashed out a little steaming white tea, and looked at Shen Yuan puzzled.

Shen Yuan said indifferently: "Pour tea for me." "And rightfully so.

Your uncle!

Ling Motang slapped himself in the face, he used to think that Shen Yuan only had a cold heart because she was wrong, he was not only cold-hearted, but also had a bad stomach. Shen Yuan, the abyss, is simply Shen belly black.

Ling Motang put down the teapot with a "bang": "You have to pour it yourself." ”

Shen Yuan didn't embarrass Ling Motang anymore, he brought a teapot and poured tea for himself, and then took an empty cup and poured seven points full of white tea and pushed it in front of Ling Motang, the white tea leaves inside were rolled, and it was very good-looking: "Drink it, it's not good to be cold." ”

Ling Motang was puzzled again, what the hell was this Shen Yuan calculating in his heart, but in the cold and freezing on this day, looking at the steaming tea, Ling Motang was still tempted.

Stretched out her left hand to knock on the cup first, and seeing that Shen Yuan didn't reach out to overturn the cup and tease her, she immediately changed her right hand to pick up the cup, and drank the white tea in a few sips, her stomach was very warm, and the whole person also warmed up.

Shen Yuan suddenly looked at Ling Motang and smiled, this person really hasn't changed at all, it seems that among the people Shen Yuan has seen, only Ling Motang is the most lively, although she pretends to be afraid of him on the surface, but in her bones she is not afraid of him, she even dares to make jokes about him.

Although there are people around him who can be close and trusted, those people are still afraid of him from the bottom of their hearts. Shen Yuan looked at Ling Motang's backbone peach blossom eyes, and suddenly his eyebrows soothed, the corners of his lips curled, and his cheeks were dimpleed.

Ling Motang was stunned, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and his heart was pounding, like an 18-year-old girl with a spring pregnancy.

Ling Motang felt that he was finished: it was really useless.

Shen Yuan's dimples didn't have alcohol, but they made her drunk like a dog.

"Nanhua Sutra", "Mountains and Seas", "Mirror Collection", "Ming Jing Collection", ......" Shen Yuan said a lot of book titles in a row, so that Ling Motang came back to his senses from his intoxication, and when the ink was spilled, she could only use her brain to remember, but fortunately, her brain was good.

He said dozens of books in one breath, Ling Motang refused in his heart, how could she copy so many books at once, it is estimated that Shen Yuan has not spoken as many words in the past few days as the number of words in these titles combined.

"Got it?" The other raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips were still hanging on his face, but the dimples had faded.

Ling Motang nodded.

"Tell me and listen to it." Shen Yuan held the cup, his long eyelashes were lowered, and he blew open the tea surface and floated the tea leaves, which was really charming.

If the white tea is replaced with wine, it will be more meaningful at this time, and a warm cup of sake will be drunk with red plums.

Ling Motang swallowed his saliva, and then said the title of the book that Shen Yuan said one by one, he put down the cup and lightly opened his thin lips: "Very good, I didn't want those before." ”

it! He's playing with me! I knew that he was no better than three seconds. Ling Motang was stunned in place, not knowing what kind of mood to face the rotten people who always took A as fun for her.

Shen Yuan got up to block the light and shadow in front of Ling Motang, Ling Motang fell into a shadow of him, and only listened to the other party's non-salty and non-trivial words: "Ling Motang, you can really do it." ”

Ling Motang: ...... What does this mean, how can she offend Shen again.

"Actually, I don't really understand what you mean." Ling Motang took a step back slightly, Shen Yuan threw the three books in his hand in front of Ling Motang, and Ling Motang looked at it fixedly: Mom, it's really over.

These three books are the printed versions of the "Shennong Collection" that Shen Yuan gave her that day.

She said that this meeting, why did Shen Yuan look like he wanted to kill her, and the emotional problem was here.

"Big brother, you sit down first and dissipate your anger." Ling Motang grabbed Shen Yuan's arm with both hands, knowing that Shen Yuan was afraid of the cold, he kindly handed his hands in front of the other party, and his peach blossom eyes bent: "Or you cover your hands." ”

Shen Yuanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the hands in front of him, Ling Motang's hands were not good-looking, not standard green onion and white jade hands, with a bit of flesh, with a little light powder in the white, it should feel good to hold such a pair of hands in his hands, but he didn't move, his eyes fell on Ling Motang's face.

He waited for Ling Motang to explain.

Ling Motang coughed dryly: "One sold for 50 taels, we can split it in half." ”

“50？” Shen Yuan's eyebrows raised slightly.

Ling Motang: "70. ”

"Huh?" Shen Yuan's eyes were very sharp, this person really didn't tell the truth until he died.

"Okay, it's a hundred taels." Ling Motang let out a long sigh: "It's all for you, you crumpled my wooden card that day, and I didn't point at your nose to ask for it, stingy." ”

Ling Motang chattered, and the other party was very calm.

Shen Yuan was not angry or annoyed, and his knuckles tapped on the table: "Silver ticket." ”

"You're going to kill them all." Ling Motang's flesh hurt, but forced by Shen Yuan's fierce gaze, she took out a large handful of silver tickets from the innermost part of her boots in front of Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan watched Ling Motang's every move, and his face darkened as he watched the silver ticket taken out of the other party's boots, he really didn't expect that the descendants of the dignified Ling family's Heavenly Master would be so unproductive.

"I also returned it, since you don't need those books, then I'll leave." Ling Motang looked at the silver ticket in his hand and flew again, he was really sad in his heart, and he wanted to cry when he said it, twenty thousand taels.

Shen Yuan was not moved by Ling Motang's appearance of being about to cry at all, but instead reached out and grabbed Ling Motang's wrist: "Slow, it's not enough." ”

"Not enough?!" Ling Motang laughed angrily: "Then tell me what else you want?" ”

"I want you." Shen Yuan got up and looked at Ling Motang.

Ling Motang: ......

Happiness came too suddenly, Ling Motang was embarrassed: Shen Yuan, you are ambiguous, you are cheesy! She began to think crankily and was confused, in fact, it is not unacceptable to have such a handsome buddy as a ***.

Just when Ling Motang's eyes were obscure, Shen Yuan's index finger slightly bent and knocked on her forehead: "Do something for me." This knock shattered all of Ling Motang's illusions.

Ling Motang soberly despised the filth of his thoughts from his dreams, but Shen Yuan's words were too ambiguous, he said that the tone of the dignitaries was like that, Ling Motang was the maid of whomever and whom, and he asked his master to go back to be a concubine as simple and frivolous.

"I don't." Ling Motang soberly refused, doing something for Shen Yuan would be sent to death, and besides, what even he Shen Yuan couldn't do, how could she do it.

Shen Yuan's expression was very playful, his slender fingers crossed his sexy lips, and he asked word by word, "Are you sure?" "This is not like the abyss full of seriousness and indifference in the past.

Ling Motang nodded solemnly: "I just want to live my three years safely, I don't want to do anything thrilling in these three years, if you want to take my life after three years, then you are free!" "She is determined to disobey Shen Yuan anyway, since Shen Yuan promised her to give her three years to live, then Shen Yuan should not break her word, so Ling Motang is really not afraid of him.