One day, Xiang Yue and Ling Lin talked about the climax, and Xiang Yue, who didn't keep the door, was excited to reveal the marriage of his young master.

At that time, Ling Lin's brain was stunned, and his eyes could no longer turn. When he finally digested the matter, picked up his chin from the ground and put it on, the first sentence he blurted out was:

"The young master's character, which woman can endure it......"

Xiang Yue exploded when he heard it:

"What kind of character does the young master have? What is the character of the young master? In addition to not liking to talk and not laughing, my young master has no shortcomings at all, okay?! ”

Ling Lin looked at Xiang Yue with disgust: "The young master has a good personality, so why don't you dare to say a word when you see him?"

At this time, Xiang Yue stopped talking, and only looked at Ling Lin with a gloomy gaze. Little pen friend, when you see the young master angry, you will understand, he is so gentle now......

Ling Lin continued to recall: "It is said that this Miss Mu Langhuan and the young master are childhood sweethearts and have a very good relationship. ”

Ling Fu only felt uncomfortable, and forced out a stiff smile, which was more ugly than crying: "Really? ”

Ling Xin on the side finally noticed that something was wrong, she looked at Ling Fu and asked cautiously, "Ling Fu, are you ...... Like the young master? ”

Ling Fu raised his head, and his eyes, which had long been like rabbits, finally couldn't help but cry: "So what? I don't deserve him at all, he still has a fiancée, everything is just my wishful thinking......" After sobbing, Ling Fu picked up his skirt and ran back to the room.

"Ling Fu......" Ling Xin was just about to catch up, but Ling Lin grabbed her and said softly, "Let her be alone." ”

Ling Xin looked at Ling Fu's back worriedly, watched her enter the room and close the door, and then silently retreated.

What happened in the box, Ling Xiaoyao didn't know. After a night, Ling Xiaoyao changed into a robe, put on a black samurai uniform, pedaled long boots, and tied his long hair with a hairband on the top of his head. A thin samurai suit perfectly accentuated her straight back and straight, slender legs. The neat hairstyle adds a touch of solemnity to her, and it makes her original cold atmosphere more and more compelling. The perfect facial features are exposed, and only a small lock is left on the top of the head to cover the earrings from the right side. After packing up the things in the house, Ling Xiaoyao put on a cyan cloak and went downstairs.

The prosperity of Yellow Springs City is almost day and night, and even in the morning, there are many people sitting in the lobby. When Ling Qi went downstairs, he saw Ling Xiaoyao sitting in a corner and eating breakfast elegantly. Even if this person sits in the corner with a cloak, no one can ignore him, and it is no wonder that Ling Fu's little girl likes him. Ling Qi secretly slandered himself.

Thinking like this, Ling Qi walked to the opposite side of Ling Xiaoyao and sat down. Ling Qi looked at the person on the other side who completely ignored him...... hand, continue to think: The young master's hand is really beautiful, although the overall is slightly smaller, but the ten fingers are slender, like a good fat jade. But...... He was alone in the entire lobby wearing a cloak, and the whole person could only see one pair of hands, what kind of weird habit is this?

Ling Qi was staring at Ling Xiaoyao's face under his cloak in deep thought, when he saw the other party suddenly raise his head.

A peerless beauty slammed into Ling Qi's eyes. Maybe it was because his head was sober in the morning, Ling Qi seemed to suddenly understand how much trouble he would have to cause if such a face was covered from time to time.

"Have you seen enough?" A cold voice pulled Ling Qi back to reality, "When they wake up, go buy some necessities and meet at the entrance of the forest in two hours." ”