Lan Kwai Fong.

The tea mist in the bedroom is curling, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Chi Yebai was sipping the best tea, while admiring the beautiful picture hanging on the screen, and was full of praise, "Wonderful, wonderful, this is the first time the owner has seen this kind of painting technique." ”

Before the cup of tea was finished, the door to the bedroom was pushed open.

Mo Lingyuan, dressed in a military uniform and with long legs, strode over, sat down opposite him unceremoniously, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it all.

After three cups, Mo Lingyuan played with the empty purple sand cup and stared at the demonic man in front of him, "What about the portrait?" ”

Chi Ye's white eyebrows were slightly together, and he shook the fan with his orchid fingers, "How are you husband and wife the same?" What can I taste when I use my good pre-rain Longjing tea as a cow drink like a pot of water? ”

Mo Lingyuan didn't talk nonsense to him: "Isn't tea just for drinking?" ”

Late Night White ""

Chi Ye Bai was about to be choked to death.

How can these two people even say the same thing?

That's it.

Talking to people who have no taste will do you any good except to yourself off.

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

Chi Ye Bai smiled lightly, and the bright light was compelling, "You don't ask, what is the relationship between the young marshal lady and the prince of the palace?" ”

"No need to ask."

"That's how you believe that girl?"

"As long as she has the slightest relationship with Gong Yao, it is impossible for you, the intermediary, to convey her portrait." Mo Lingyuan raised his eyes, and a pair of starry eyes stared at Chi Yebai, "Ben Shuai wants to ask you, when did you, a man who drives a fireworks building, get so close to Ben Shuai's young lady?" ”

Chi Yebai's heart froze, only to feel that two cold lights shot over from the opposite side, prolonging the indistinguishable voices of male and female, and quickly cleared up his relationship with Chu Yunyao, "Oh, this is really a great wrong."

The owner of the workshop and the young lady only have a one-sided relationship, the last time they met, the young lady was thin, covered half of her face with a handkerchief, the owner of the workshop did not know that the young lady was a celestial figure.

When I saw it today, I didn't recognize it at all, if it wasn't for the young lady who reported her identity and found the owner, the owner thought that the beautiful little lady of the family was taken by the eldest son of the palace family. ”

Chi Yebai squinted at Mo Lingyuan's face with those peach blossom eyes, and saw that he was still wooden, a little deflated.

This Mo Lingyuan, why didn't he react to his provocation?

In the past, even if you don't get angry with the jealousy, at least you have to warn him a few words.

Could it be that the Young Marshal's Mansion is really going to change the hostess?

It's okay, when that girl is with Yun Che, he can be regarded as helping Yun Che do a good deed.

That girl is very arrogant, as long as she has a good relationship with Yun Che, he can have as many similar beauty pictures in the future, and he no longer has to bother to search everywhere with money and money.

Mo Lingyuan suppressed the heavy anger in his heart, although he knew that Chu Yunyao did not have a good impression of Gong Yao, but thinking that Gong Yao had found Chu Yunyao, anger still grew wildly in the bottom of his heart.

With a strong finger, the valuable purple sand cup shattered in the palm of his hand, and his voice was cold, "What about the portrait?" ”

Chi Yebai let out a "ah", looked at the broken purple sand cup painfully, and made a painful statement, "Young marshal, this is the purple sand tea set in the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, I spent a lot of energy to find it"

When Mo Lingyuan heard this, he seemed to have found an outlet, twisted up the purple clay pot, and put it in his hand to play, "This handsome is clumsy, and I can't see that these are priceless old antiques." ”