Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Master Luo, I have prepared a special box upstairs, or else, go upstairs to have a meal?"

Mo Qingcheng said.

She didn't like it, dining in this kind of public.

It's not because she is hypocritical, but because she is so outstanding, there are always countless eyes falling on her, paying attention to her every move.

"No, I'm almost full." Luo Wushu replied. At this time, the dishes had already been served several times, and it was troublesome to exchange them.

He didn't have the troubles of Mo Qingcheng.

"Okay!" Mo Qingcheng smiled and nodded, and also moved his chopsticks generously.

All around, countless envious eyes fell on Luo Wushu's table.

"This person is too blessed!"

"For a meal, there are two such stunning beauties by your side."

"Oh, if I can eat such a meal, I would be willing to live less than ten years!"

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Luo Wushu was completely indifferent to these voices, and proceeded with the CD operation silently.

On the side, Mo Qingcheng was also a little dazed.

This guy eats, is he really eating?

Ignore myself completely?

"You eat too!"

Luo Wushu is full of meat, and he speaks very impersonally, "Don't be cautious, the food here tastes quite good, you will love it."

"..."

Mo Qingcheng looked at the straight steel man in front of him speechlessly, the chef in my family, how is his cooking skills, does this girl know nothing about it?

The two of them had a match, and they chatted with each other.

"Qingcheng, long time no see!"

There was a voice suddenly.

On the second floor, two figures walked down.

The first person was wearing a light yellow gown, with extraordinary bearing, giving people the feeling of being in a high position all year round.

"The Eighth Prince!"

Seeing this person appear, many people stood up to show their respect.

"It turns out that the eighth princes are also dining here, but Qingcheng hasn't served well." Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly.

"Where is Qingcheng, I am a frequent visitor here. If you have to entertain you every time, then you don't have to be busy with other things."

The eighth prince walked directly to Luo Wushu's table, with a faint glance over his eyes, "This is?"

"This is the Eighth Prince!"

Mo Qingcheng first introduced the Eighth Prince to Luo Wushu, and then said to the Eighth Prince.

"This is Luo Wushu, Lord Luo."

"..."

Seeing Mo Qingcheng's actions, the Eighth Prince's eyes narrowed slightly.

Usually, when introducing people, there is an order of inferiority.

Co-authored, in Mo Qingcheng's eyes, is he inferior to Luo Wushu in his eyes?

"Lord Luo, which family does it belong to? You should be your guest of Allure?" the Eighth Prince asked.

"There is no family, just scattered people." Luo Wushu responded coldly while eating.

These people all like to ask what family they come from. Is background so important?

"Oh?" The eighth prince smiled playfully and said: "If you are scattered, you have to be careful when you act in the imperial city."

He looked at Luo Wushu, "Don't mind if I sit down and have two drinks, right?"

Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes looked at Luo Wushu, but saw that he was still eating, and didn't intend to pay any attention to the Eighth Prince.

It turned out that it was not a straight man, but a posture to everyone.

At this moment, the face of the eighth prince sank slightly, this person was so uninteresting.

As his eighth prince, those who want to cheat him don't know where they are.

It's still rare like Luo Wushu.

"Sit down!" Mo Qingcheng said.

The Eighth Prince sat down and poured himself a glass of wine to ease the embarrassment, but at this moment, Bai Ning's eyes were attracted.

"This girl is?"

"Bai Ning has seen the eighth prince, I am the son's maid." Bai Ning stood up and said, hearing the identity of the eighth prince, she was a little guilty.

In the past, where did she see someone with such a prominent identity.

"Bai Ning, you have a good meal." Seeing this scene, Luo Wushu was a little upset.

Bai Ning still didn't realize that she was extraordinary, and she still had some low self-esteem in her bones.

In this world, after all, martial arts are respected.

The status of the mere eighth prince was not so noble at all, and he was not qualified to make Bai Ning salute.

"Maid?" The Eighth Prince's eyes flashed, and then he glanced at the entourage behind him, only to see that the person nodded in a comprehensive manner.

"Acquaintance is fate, let's have a drink together!" The Eighth Prince raised a glass and said.

Almost the moment he spoke, Luo Wushu stood up directly, clutching his stomach and said: "Ah... the stomach hurts..."

"My son, what's the matter with you?" Bai Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly helped Luo Wushu.

"It's okay, maybe it's a bad stomach after eating." Luo Wushu smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, you guys drink slowly, I'm going to make it easier."

After speaking, he directly took Bai Ning's hand upstairs and returned to the room.

Mo Qingcheng reserved rooms for the two.

"Dignified imperial realm powerhouse, will he eat his stomach?" The Eighth Prince followed behind, looking at Luo Wushu's back with a cold snort.

The voice fell, and the scene suddenly became awkward again.

Especially the Eighth Prince, the raised wine glass, for a while, I don't know how to place it.

In this regard, Luo Wushu naturally does not care.

He always does what he wants.

From the moment the Eighth Prince appeared, he felt very uncomfortable, and naturally he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

...

...

Inside luxurious rooms.

"Bai Ning, you can't salute anyone except me in the future." Luo Wushu said with a serious face.

"My son, is it angry because of this?"

"A little bit!"

"Then Bai Ning will never be again next time."

Luo Wushu nodded, "In the future, you will eventually understand that you are extraordinary, and you are also saluted by the ordinary people."

"Okay!" Bai Ning smiled, "Master, let me squeeze your shoulders for you!"

...

...

No words for a night!

Early the next morning, Luo Wushu and the two went downstairs for breakfast, and they met Mo Qingcheng.

"Master Luo, did you sleep well last night?"

"Of course!" Luo Wushu said with a smile: "Thanks to Girl Mo's acceptance, otherwise I am still wandering on the streets at this moment!"

"I can't talk about taking in, Lord Luo insisted on paying the room fee!" Mo Qingcheng said with a light smile: "So, you are the distinguished guests of my Qinse Restaurant."

"Miss Mo praised me. I'm a casual person, so I'm not qualified to be called a distinguished guest." Luo Wushu said.

Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly, seeming to hear that Luo Wushu was still unhappy about what happened yesterday, and turned to him.

"It's good for Lord Luo to call my name directly, don't take a mouthful of girl Mo, which is strange."

"Miss Mo!" Luo Wushu said with a smile, Mo Qingcheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

I saw Qi Dai's eyebrows suddenly frowned, "I'm going to be angry anymore."

Mo Qingcheng was also speechless, and others could not wait to take advantage of himself in terms of address.

Luo Wushu was good, and he didn't even want to call his own name.

"Otherwise, would you give me a name too?" Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes flashed.

"What is called?"

"For example, you nicknamed the princess... a man-in-law?"

"So you said this!" Luo Wushu immediately understood, and smiled: "Mo fairy."

"Fairy?" Mo Qingcheng was taken aback for a while.

Immediately, he giggled, and the country was overwhelmed, and even Bai Ning on the side had an illusion.

This woman is as beautiful as a demon.

"Is the fairy satisfied with this nickname?" Luo Wushu said with a faint smile, unlike yesterday's straight male character.

"Shameless!" Bai Ning murmured aside.

"Satisfied and satisfied!" Mo Qingcheng smiled. She was very curious how the princess would react when she knew these two nicknames.