Chapter 162: Third Sister and That Dude Are Impossible
"In my opinion, the third girl and Zhan Bohan are a match made in heaven. I wonder if the master will agree to this marriage!" Mrs. Liu breathed a sigh of relief at Yunxuan's sudden remarks today.
The outburst made her look at this third lady who had always been submissive, and she felt a little pity in her heart.
"Mom, there's nothing wrong with you usually being accurate in judging people, but this time I don't agree with you. There is a huge difference between Sanmei and the guy named Zhan. Sanmei will definitely not like her.
, She already has someone in her heart!" Yunting sneered, but she disagreed with Mrs. Liu's opinion. She didn't want to be quick, so she leaked Yunxuan's secret, stuck out her tongue, and ran far away.
"Yunting's temperament hasn't changed at all. She's just as competitive as she was when she was a child. Yunxi, who is very popular, is also the same, but Yunxuan has really changed!" Yiyi shook her head and looked at Feng
Yunting usually drifts away
"Yes, the third girl has been away from hell. It seems that she has really changed a lot!" Ms. Liu raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of confusion. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law said something else, chatting and laughing all the way.
Returned to his yard
Bai Yunting was so bored that she originally wanted to go for a walk with Yunxuan, but when she thought about the commotion at Su's place just now, Yunxuan must have lost her mind, not to mention the relationship between her and Zhan Bohan yesterday.
As soon as that came out, it might have spread in the town. It will be difficult to get out of this door for a while.
As for the guest room, there were several young men living there. They were all dandies, full of flattery and sweet talk. Yunting didn't want to see her the most. After thinking about it, she decided to go for a walk in the back mountain.
When I went up the back mountain, I heard the sound of children playing in the forest. I looked for the sound and found that it was several children from the neighbor's house who were playing kites on the mountain. They were jumping up and down. The mountain breeze was blowing.
On a rock beside Lao Gao, sitting cross-legged on a rock next to the kite, a young man in black and light clothes sat with his head lowered, surrounded by three or four children.
, but she was making paper kites for the children, looking at her attentive look, which was not the usual style of a playboy. Yunting looked at it carefully for a few times, and felt that she looked familiar. Suddenly, someone from behind gently tugged at the corner of her clothes and said: "
Sister Yunting, come and fly the paper kites with us! The paper kites made by Brother Hong are so beautiful and they fly very high!"