"Of course, it's emotional progress!"

Sun Yiyue looked at Zhao Lingling condescendingly, as if she was a little disdainful of the other party's cringe, "You obviously like him, why don't you tell him directly?" ”

Zhao Fuling's hand holding the handkerchief suddenly tightened, and then her face lightened a lot.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense?" Sun Yiyue sat down at the table with an unhappy expression.

While admiring Zhao Lingling's white and delicate back, she said with a big grin: "Only your stupid girl peony can't see it, but I'm a person from here, just look at the eyes of Du Gongzi." ”

Zhao Fuling didn't know what kind of eyes she looked at Du Gongzi.

She felt that it was normal for her to look at people every day, and it was normal for her to have admiration for Du Gongzi.

There are few women like that who don't fall in love with them.

But she is not a teenage girl who has just fallen in love, nor is she the eldest daughter of the Zhao family who is less than twenty years old, but has a bamboo horse.

In her world, she has completed her studies and is about to reach the age of the so-called "leftover girl".

Although she has never had any experience in love, due to the coercion of big data and the fast-paced era, she is more transparent than anyone else about love and marriage.

It can be said that compared to theoretical knowledge, she can be Sun Yiyue's grandfather.

It is because of this that she understands better that being a sober and calm person will not put herself in trouble.

His world is open and egalitarian, but women are at a disadvantage most of the time, let alone in the current era of patriarchal feudal monarchs.

Therefore, she strangled the little belated spring heart sprout early.

Now everything Sun Yiyue said is simply deceiving her.

If she can't control even the slightest "crush" emotion and eyes, then she doesn't have to live in the world anymore.

Zhao Fuling lowered her eyes, concentrated on taking a bath, and ignored Sun Yiyue.

Sun Yiyue was observing the other party carefully, but seeing that Zhao Lingling was indifferent, and she didn't even have any emotional ups and downs, she was suddenly a little frustrated: "Do you really dislike Du Gongzi?" ”

Zhao Fuling didn't affirm or deny, but said, "You're so curious?" ”

"There's nothing to do here, just a few of us back and forth, a little novelty, I naturally want to know the specific situation."

Sun Yiyue's face changed quickly, and she leaned over to the edge of the bathtub again, and pleaded pitifully with Zhao Fuling: "Sister Zhao, just tell me, is it possible for the two of you?" ”

Zhao Fuling brushed her hair in front of her and covered the faint hint of spring under the water before she opened her mouth.

"No way." She said it very categorically.

Sun Yiyue's face instantly fell, and she was weak and rested on the edge of the bathtub and said, "But you are obviously very good to Du Gongzi, and even very attentive." Du Gongzi's attitude towards you is also different from that towards us. ”

The two have obvious differences in their attitudes towards each other, how can they not have hearts?

This is obviously a preference!

Zhao Lingling was silent for a while after listening.

Is Du Gongzi's attitude towards her different from that towards Peony and Sun Yiyue?

She didn't notice it, she just felt that the two of them were a little scared of each other.

At that time, she couldn't understand it, but now that Sun Yiyue said it, she became curious.

But soon, after the white-glazed tea cup flashed in his mind, all Zhao Fuling's curiosity came to an abrupt end.

Although the white-glazed teacup has not appeared much in Du Gongzi's hands in recent days, Zhao Fuling knows that that object is very important to him.

The tea cup is precious, it is a gift from an important person, and the other party must also be the irreplaceable white moonlight in his heart.

Bai Yueguang deserves to be missed, and he has feelings for himself when he is in deep trouble......

Is it difficult to write a drama of white moonlight and cinnabar moles?

Zhao Fuling pulled her lips sarcastically, and lifted a handful of water to wet her face.