Feichen smiled bitterly.
Before he could say it, she was dismissed by her unceremonious eviction order.
However, he also saw a guest today. It's really hard to be cheeky anymore, so he had to obey her and got up, arched his hands slightly, and said sincerely, "If this is the case, I won't be bothered by the dust. That day. The girl was abrupt. I came to apologize in person today, but it's really unfortunate that I didn't realize it."
After that, he pointed to the porcelain jar on the table, his eyebrows were warm and gentle, "The last time I drank tea in the girl's shop, the taste was unforgettable to Feichen, so I dare to guess that the girl loves scented tea, and it happens that I have a jar here this year. The newly made tribute chrysanthemum tea has been specially tasted by Qingyue girl."
The gaze looked around on his thin, pale face, and when he saw his words, it did not seem to be fake.
The expression finally eased, the frowning eyebrows slowly stretched, the corners of the lips were slightly raised, and the body was weak and boneless, leaning against the edge of the table, looking down and said: "Thank you, Mr. Feichen, this tea, Qingyue accepts it. Up."
Seeing that she is still unhappy, but in the end her words are no longer full of thorns, and her heart that is not high above the dust suddenly falls, and the pale lips are gently aroused, and she is gentle like the wind, "Then you will not bother, say goodbye. ."
Walking out of the door, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes cleared and smiled, a dimple looming on his cheek, "If the blue moon girl is willing, you can call me not dust."
After that, he gathered the cloak on his body, and the thin and thin figure gradually disappeared by the door.
She stared at the air in the room for a while, then hummed abruptly, and the joy in her heart drifted away in a flash.
"Not dust—"
The arrival of Lingruo completely disrupted the cleanliness of the rouge shop. In the first few days, she scurryed around in the backyard every day. In the lake, Su Kui carefully searched for the five-colored fish, but she tossed her and hid when she saw her. She curled her mouth boringly, and in a blink of an eye she saw the red and blue flowers carefully cultivated by Su Kui.
That is the flower poured out by the painstaking effort she collected carefully, and the good material for making rouge.
She had dried up a few plants in one day.
Su Kui stared angrily, sat on the soft and cold face and ignored her. The low air pressure in the room finally made Lingruo knelt in front of her pitifully, her little hand pulled her two white and tender ears, and her eyes contained Looking at her with tears.
As soon as she became unbearable, she took the opportunity to add another fire, and the petite person knelt on the ground in a small group, grieving and crying with regret, "Auntie..."
With that small voice, three points weeping, five points loving Jiao, and two points cunning, Su Kui's heart softened.
Flaws were revealed on the face.
Therefore, Lingruo got up with a brain, and drilled into her arms particularly clingingly. If she said again, "Forget it, forget it, I will spare you once."
She must have smiled immediately, punching her small fist on her shoulder as if she didn’t need money, and she was beating and acting coquettishly, repeatedly saying: "Aunt, I know that my aunt loves me the most~"
After all, watching her from a small group of milk dolls to lively and charming girls, watching her all the way, how can she really give her a head for a few flowers and plants
It's a pity that Lingruo, the girl in front of her, just swears, and the back feet continue to harm her flowers and plants.
After a few days, what is left in her garden
She couldn't beat or scold, and she couldn't scold her, so she raised her hand and put the Taoist mark on Lingruo's body, and kicked her out by the way.