Chapter 575: Who Do You Like (1)

Zi Yunchen glanced at Ming Yuejue.

The corners of the lips are still hooked with a shallow arc, and the heart has turned over the river and the sea, what does it mean to miss it very much?

That's his kitten!

Resisting the urge to drag Ming Yuejue out and beat her, Zi Yunchen maintained the calmness on her face and said lightly: "She came here in the morning, and immediately the tutor punished her back to copy the classics, and she was not available." ”

Ming Yuejue's expression froze, thinking of Zi Yunchen entering the Xuanfeng Academy Formation Pavilion as a guest, and then thinking of Luo Qingyin studying in Xuanfeng Academy, she suddenly looked up at him: "What is your relationship with her?" How do you know she's been punished by a mentor? ”

Zi Yunchen's face was calm and calm: "The kind of relationship you want." ”

Wen Rentian was stunned.

Lihuabai knew that Luo Qingyin was punished by his mentor for copying classics, and Zi Yunchen also knew.

He just wanted to ask, what is the relationship between these three?

Ming Yuejue was even more struck by lightning, looking at Zi Yunchen in disbelief.

That...... Relationship?

"Impossible!" Ming Yuejue shook her head in shock and blurted out, "Aren't you a couple with Gong Danting, the young palace master of the Medicine King Palace?" How can you casually empathize with another relationship? ”

Squinting his eyes slightly, lazy but dangerous, Zi Yunchen's whole body exuded a cold meaning, and the eyes that looked at him turned cold.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly dropped to freezing, and Rao is Ming Yuejue couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

"Empathy? Heh......" Zi Yunchen chuckled lowly, and there was an indescribable mockery in his voice, "It's comparable to your three nights and four nights, seven beauties in one night?" ”

Ming Yuejue's face turned red: "That's just a scene." ”

What about acting on the spot?

What about sincerity?

Kittens can only be his.

Therefore, Zi Yunchen just replied lightly: "Really? ”

Ming Yuejue tightened her fingertips, met his gaze, and was about to go out and say that she liked Luo Qingyin, but she heard Ziyunchen say, "This matter ends here."

Suddenly, all of Ming Yuejue's words were blocked in her throat, she couldn't swallow it, she couldn't spit it out, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Wen Ren Tianao drank and watched the play expressionlessly, and when the two of them closed their mouths, they spoke: "Do you need a vendetta?" They are all acquaintances, and they can be cheaper than me. ”

Ming Yuejue gritted her teeth: "Death costs money!" ”

Zi Yunchen didn't care what they thought, and ordered, "Shadow One, go and invite Playboy Pear to come and sit down." ”

Hearing this, Keichi withdrew from the private room.

Luo Qingyin, who was receiving guests in the lobby, was dazzled by too many people.

She didn't drink a drop of water, she didn't eat a grain of food, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and when she heard Zi Yunchen's invitation, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Ying Yi to the bamboo house where they were.

Zi Yunchen sat on the main seat, handsome and handsome, with a little stunning, a little handsome, a little cold, and a touch of peerless elegance that poured out the world.

The people on the side are proud, and they cherish words like gold.

On the other side, Ming Yuejue was playing with a wine glass in her hand, and there was a faint irritability between her movements.

All three were silent.

The entire Baicaotang is crowded, chatting and laughing, but this private room is so quiet that it is not like words.

What's going on?

Luo Qingyin's eyes were suspicious, but he just smiled lightly and asked, "Wine is not to your liking?" ”

Hearing her voice, the people in the private room looked at the door, Zi Yunchen raised her eyebrows, her eyes fell on her, and the smile on the corner of her lips paused slightly.

He didn't know whether to sigh that his vision was too good, or that her figure was too beautiful.

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