The Devil King of Fast Wear was a Little Sweet

Chapter 270: Small World Through Books (11)

"Qinghe ... you weren't like this now, so uncomfortable."

Fan Yu's brow gradually raised.

Re-examine Xiang Xia Ling.

Before he was her biggest gold lord, Qinghe still smiled at him. Occasionally he touched her hand, and she did not refuse too much.

But today, since she came in, Fan Yu felt the coldness of the girl's whole body.

Even if he used the confession of heartfelt, she was cold and did not give him a chance to get closer.

Five thousand gold flower queen, this hour, but spent Fan Yu ten ingots of gold.

With this money, even if he had picked up Lanzhi before going to bed, he could wrap her for half a month ... But now, he smashed the money on the girl, but he didn't get any good looks!

"Oh? When did Fan Gongzi think I've solved my style? Fan Gongzi clicked on me, didn't he just want to listen to me playing the piano, like my cold temperament?" Xia Ling glanced his lips, smiling with a smile That Fan Yu.

She had a deep look in her eyes, as if she had thoroughly seen Fan Yu's thoughts.

Fan Yu was so tightly watched that he came to the Red House this time, but made another preparation.

After tangling with Qinghe for so long, Fan Yu's silver has not been spent, but the sweetness that should be tasted is not at all, he could not bear it for a long time.

Therefore, this time he is willing to spend a large price, he will have to take back the cheap from the girl once!

"Qinghe is still so fast." Fan Yu smiled and rubbed his purse slightly. "Then you can play whatever you like, as long as it is Qinghe, I like it."

"... Okay." Xia Ling nodded. "Then Qinghe is a bullet for the male, which is the most suitable song for the male."

"Oh? What song does the beauty think fits me?"

Xia Ling smiled.

She played Fan Yu's "The Great Tragedy".

...

When the Sanskrit sound came out from Guqin, Fan Yu was completely stiff.

He couldn't hear any major tragedy curse, and he usually listened to silky bamboo and extravagant voices.

However, when this solemn and solemn Sanskrit sounded, Fan Yu still felt that there was a sense of Tianzhu ... He smiled and touched his chin, leaned on that chair with his legs up, and the whole person was full of grandfather. .

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore. It was full of Buddhist and divine tones, as long as anyone who had been to the temple had heard it.

Even if some preparations had been made earlier, Fan Yu was a bit overwhelmed at this time!

what the hell? Two people are alone in the same room. Do you play the tragedy?

Who is the curse who died, or who is overdoing it?

Fan Yu's face was iron-blue, and after Guqin, Xia Ling looked solemnly, still playing the piano leisurely.

"Qinghe! You play with me!" Fan Yu was furious, and he punched him on the table, glaring at the girl behind Guqin.

Xia Ling stood up.

"Yeah, what? Unhappy?"

There was a touch of play on the cold face.

"Anyway, you are here, aren't you just looking for fun? Father Gongzi, I see you, aren't you happy now? You have done a lot of small moves, and you have all your drugs. This kind of insidious trick is used, it's the mother's indulgence. yours?"

"Gongzi, you are so angry, you can do it! Seeing a few turtle men rushing in, did you punish me, or did you see that you were taking drugs and the lion opened his mouth? Do you have to pay a high price to compensate for the loss of our red house? "

"What are you talking about--"

Fan Yu's eyes flashed.

He didn't know whether the girl was deliberately scamming him, or whether he really noticed his small actions ...

Fan Yu doesn't recognize him.

(End of this chapter)