"That's right, but I don't want to be trusted by others, and I lose the trust of others so easily because of various reasons." Zhuang Qing frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with a dim and uncertain light, "And it's easy to lose the trust of others, but it's even more difficult to regain the trust of others." Pingyao can sit in the position of the second-in-command of this drama garden, and can get the heart of Tang Zhi, a rich son, that mind must be very comparable. If that's what happened to me, what would happen next? Are you going to clean up this mess for me? ”

"No, besides, I'm not specifically responsible for helping you clean up the mess, so why do you have to do this." Jiang Huan rolled his eyes and put the jade pendant in his arms.

Frankly speaking, the quality of this jade pendant is not good. Not only is the quality not good, but the color and the patterns on the jade pendant are ugly. If that's just the case, then that's it, the key is that Pingyao is barely new except for this jade pendant, the clothes and pants on her body, and the things she brought to Zhuangfu are all very old. It is no exaggeration to say that it is outrageously old.

For example, if a thief suddenly comes to the village one day to steal something, he will not be stupid enough to steal her house.

After all, everything on Pingyao is worthless. Rather than steal her, it is better to "patronize" the homes of those who seem to be particularly rich.

"I don't need you to say it, and I know you're not specifically responsible for cleaning up the mess for me." Zhuang Qing looked at Jiang Huan with a slightly mocking look: "I'm just reminding you that women have a needle in their hearts." Even if you have a thousand schemes, you must also pay attention to the changeable heart of women, and you must coax them well before you achieve your goal. To be more precise, you have to say what people say, and you have to do what they want you to do. If not, people won't give you their hearts at all, maybe they will hate you, and when the time comes, it will be troublesome. ”

Zhuang Qing has been in contact with countless girls, and he has pondered the thoughts of girls thoroughly. No, Zhuang Qing figured out the girl's thoughts very easily in front of Jiang Huan and the others. Not only that, but he also pondered the thoughts of those women, as well as the reactions when they encountered things, and the reactions when they had accidents. If it's just like that, the key is that Zhuang Qing didn't know what nerves he had, and he deliberately analyzed a lot of them, saying that Jiang Huan had never been to the two Qinglou, and the people who didn't have wives were embarrassed.

What's the use of saying so much, isn't it possible that if you say so much, an object will fall from the sky?!

Qianying is a servant, so naturally he didn't dare to scold Zhuang Qing in front of his master, nor did he dare to say something that shouldn't be said in front of Zhuang Qing, so he could only complain in his heart while standing there stiffly listening to Zhuang Qing's complaints.

Compared with Qianying's sadness, Jiang Huan seemed much calmer. After all, he has the same identity as Zhuang Qing, and his status is not much different, there is no need to think about those things, and there is no need to be afraid that Zhuang Qing will be sad, so he specially takes care of Zhuang Qing's face and buries the matter in his heart, instead of telling things in front of everyone, so that he can't get off the stage.

"I know that you often wander around the Qinglou, and you know more than any of us. However, besides you, there are me and Chikage here, can you be a little more restrained? The two of us don't have a target now, what are you talking about so much? Could it be that if you talk too much, the sky will drop an object for us? Jiang Huan glanced up at Zhuang Qing and continued to drink tea.

Soon, floating clouds walked in with pastries. As soon as I came in, I saw my own young master who didn't know what was stimulated and grabbed Qianying vigorously, and drank tea leisurely, as if something was going on outside, and I didn't know it.

That leisurely and comfortable look is something that Fuyun has thought about thousands of times in his dreams, but he can't do it in reality.

"The slave has seen the young master, Lord Jiang."

"Aunt Fuyun, hurry up." Zhuang Qing saw the arrival of floating clouds, and there was a smile on his face. He didn't care about Qianying, so he walked forward directly, grabbed Fuyun's wrist, helped the person up from the ground, and reached out to take a few pastries on the plate in Fuyun's hand: "Auntie, why have you been in the kitchen for so long?" Before Fuyun finished speaking, he heard Zhuang Qing reply: "These things look so cute, so appetizing." Auntie, let me taste it, how do these things taste? ”

After Zhuang Qing finished speaking, he picked up another piece of pastry on the Fuyun plate and chewed it heavily.

Fuyun has a good temper, and she is a little older than Zhuang Qing, so she is also very patient. But with patience, there is a limit.

Now, for example, the clouds have reached their limit. This is not because of anything else, but because his own young master, that is, Zhuang Qing, is too unruly and too unruly.

Yes, Jiang Huan is his young master's friend, and he should be presumptuous in front of him. But no matter how good a friend is, he has to have a degree, and if he behaves so rudely in front of others, he will not feel very comfortable in anyone's heart, right?

Thinking of this, Fuyun looked at Jiang Huan cautiously. Who is Ke Jiang Huan? The original regent of Qi State, the new Taifu of Yue Kingdom, his ability to observe words and emotions and endurance is first-class. Seeing Fuyun acting like this, it is impossible to guess anything if he doesn't want to.

It's just that Jiang Huan guessed something, but he didn't explain it to his face. After all, Zhuang Qing is a person on his side, as long as he doesn't touch his bottom line, he can endure some of the things he does.

Fuyun observed Jiang Huan for a while, and saw that Jiang Huan's face was very normal, and it was not even an exaggeration to say that it was normal, which made Fuyun blind.

Master Jiang, can't you put joy, anger, sorrow on your face? How can others guess whether you are happy or not from your expression that has not changed at all? Leaning on Meng?

Seeing Jiang Huan and Fuyun's big eyes, Qianying was very embarrassed, and hurriedly walked out of his position, and came out to play a round: "Miss Fuyun, our son-in-law is very hungry, you give me the pastry, and I will help him put it on the table."

Another open-eyed liar.

Jiang Huan was used to the people under his hands using themselves as excuses at every turn, so Qianying didn't react much when he said this, just nodded lightly, and agreed with what he said.

That's it, I'm really hungry anyway, so it's not too late to eat a pastry first, and then go back after eating.

After all, you're done with your own things, and you have time to grind here, right?

(End of chapter)