Murong Rongzhi opened her mouth, she didn't know how to answer the words. He said that he likes peony, but he never thought that there is really a girl with peony here.
The girl came on foot, shook the veil shyly at him, and raised her step again, the veil fell to the ground...
It wasn't until they walked away that Murong Rongzhi asked Sanhuayu a little confused, "Huayu... this is my young master?" Are you lucky
Sanhuayu nodded fiercely, "That's right, young master, finally there are women who have eyes, and I know you're all right, young master."
Sanhuayu looked like my young master just grown up, and then picked up the handkerchief.
"Master, do you want to accept this?"
Murong Rongzhi lifted her head triumphantly, "Take it." It was the first love letter in his life.
After returning from class that day, Murong Rongzhi entered the yard early, carrying the handkerchief in his hand and wandering around with Shen Xiangwan.
Chen Xiangwan, who has been busy cutting vegetables, lighting the fire, washing vegetables, cooking, and taking care of the side dishes, was dazzled by the eyes of this young master who had been following around.
Therefore, she still didn't pay attention to the handkerchief handed over to her face. Just impatiently doing the work at hand. Seeing her like this, the young man who looked directly at her became angry.
"Cough, girl, do you think my fingernails should be cut?"
He handed the handkerchief to Chen Xiangwan, but Chen Xiangwan glanced at the nails. "Need not."
The shortness was outrageous, Murong Rongzhi gritted his teeth, but still endured.
"Girl, do you think my belt is wrong?"
After finishing speaking, she put the veil over her belt again. Not far away, Sanhuayu who came in to help listened... her footsteps stagnated. Uh, master, this is... to show off in front of the brat!
However, such a naive behavior is really something the young master can do.
Chen Xiangwan raised her head impatiently and glanced at a certain young master's belt, she didn't look at it, but still waved her hand. "It's still wearable."
Being ignored again and again, Murong Rongzhi's fiery heart suffered 10,000 points of damage in an instant. He coughed and twirled the towel again.
"Girl, my young master is not feeling well now."
He raised his legs again, stood in front of her fiercely, and looked at her arrogantly, as if you didn't pay attention to me, and the young master has been tyrannizing here... It seems that she accidentally provoked the master again. Grandma, this person is just like a woman, he just wants to live a happy life every now and then.
The anger in Chen Xiangwan's heart surged up one by one.
"Hey, master, why did you use a different handkerchief?"
Arriving at Sanhuayu on the other side, she hurriedly reminded Chen Xiangwan what the point of offending the young master was.
After being reminded by him, Chen Xiangwan looked at Murong Xiude's hand. This turn around, it looks a bit unfamiliar. The scarves she brought from the mansion were not of this style.
"Cough..." Seeing Sanhuayu winking at her continuously, Chen Xiangwan understood. Feelings, this young master came to show her the veil.
So childish.
Chen Xiangwan strongly despised it, but still put on a surprised expression.
"Yeah, what kind of handkerchief is this? It looks really delicate."
Only after receiving her words did Murong Rongzhi respond modestly. "It's so-so, but, it's a gift, so let's accept it."
Chen Xiangwan hurried past him to cook, but she was also dealing with this arrogant young master.
"Yeah, such an exquisite young master Pazi, but you say that he is so-so, alas, he is indeed the most outstanding young master of our Murong Mansion, look at this vision, and his demeanor is just very different. But having said that, Who will give you a towel?"
This girl asked the right question again, and Murong Rongzhi felt more at ease.
He shook Pa'er proudly, "It seems to be a girl named Mudan. Oh, girl, you said I accepted it, what should I do?"
Why doesn't this girl cry or make trouble, she still looks very happy. Inexplicably, the little boy disappeared again.
"Oh, it turned out to be Miss Peony. She is the teacher's girl in this college. I heard that she is knowledgeable about books and etiquette, and she looks very good. If you like it, young master, you can ask someone to propose marriage when you are an adult. "
Yay, that Miss Peony is very arrogant. If there was that person in charge of this young master, wouldn't she be able to be liberated? Thinking of it this way, Chen Xiangwan is really happy.
As soon as she was happy, those beautiful big eyes smiled narrowly, and her small face looked like it had been glazed, so red that it made people want to chew on it.
The young master who originally wanted to see the little girl get angry and cry, but now he was stunned by the little girl's joy.
He was annoyed, and suddenly threw the handkerchief into the stove.
"No more."
Seeing the handkerchief engulfed by the flames, Chen Xiangwan shrugged and raised the spatula at Sanhuayu. "You are right, young master, sometimes it is not very easy to serve."
Sanhuayu deeply agreed, "That's right, I think the young master was quite normal before. Recently, something doesn't seem right."
The young master is not quite right.
But exactly what was wrong, he couldn't tell.
Back in the house, Murong Rongzhi still felt very irritable thinking of the girl's happy smile.
"Smelly girl, someone likes me, young master, you are so happy. Shouldn't you be sad?"
He was depressed, turned around, and pushed away Li Sanlang's yard.
Pulling Li Sanlang to drink some fruit wine together, he sighed and expressed his doubts.
"I said Saburo, you usually play very well with your cousins, how would they react?"
Li Sanlang was stunned, and glanced up at him.
Think about your cousins.
"If I'm kind to a certain cousin, the others should be jealous and say something sour."
Murong Rongzhi became even more depressed.
"Then the other party not only doesn't say sour words, but also thinks that you and one of them are very good. What's the matter?"
Li Sanlang wiped his sweat and looked at him deeply, thinking in his heart that this Mr. Murong might have someone in his heart. I don't know which lady it is.
"If this is the case, I can only understand that this cousin has no place for you in my heart." I can't tell, you are a noble son who looks at power and power, and there will be times when no one likes you, tsk tsk, God is really fair, my family background is not as good as yours, but the younger sisters like me.
"No place!"
Thinking of that girl always saying to myself, "Master, you are the best son in the world. You are also the most handsome and outstanding son in the world, but you are the master who loves girls the most in the world..."
It seems that these words sound nice. But, obviously, they are just some simple flattery. It turned out that the girl had no place in her heart at all.
Thinking about it this way, the noble young master who has been held in the palm of his hand and in his mouth all this time has really suffered a great humiliation.
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. The young master jumped up, kicked a stool over with a bang, and ran to find the girl to settle the score...