Chapter 1249: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 121
Now, she guessed that she could only put the scarf in a safe corner. She could guess it thoroughly and would come here to search carefully to get the scarf in hand.
But he casually talked to Murong Yanran, stretched out his finger and gently flicked a porcelain beside him twice.
Listening to the clear sound of porcelain, he said with a lip, "Although I have never seen any world, the good or bad things can be clearly distinguished. Just a porcelain bottle is enough to make many people live peacefully.
He has been in this room for his whole life, and he is not afraid of being damaged by others when he gets drunk."
"Because only the owner of Zuijing Pavilion can come in in this wing room, why worry about these things?"
"Boss?"
Listening to Yue Qingyun's low cry in surprise, a meaningful chuckled suddenly appeared on the corner of Murong Yanran's mouth: "This is also the industry of our Murong family. I believe you should know who the owner is?"
"I see"
Murong Yanran's chuckle solved all the doubts in Yue Qingyun's heart
From the time she stepped into this restaurant, she felt something was wrong. She didn't even come to greet her. I guess Murong Yanran had ordered them before
No wonder Murong Yanran can have her own room in this place where it is crowded before the meal starts.
While the doubts disappeared, Yue Qingyun also wanted to slap him hard on the forehead. Why did he choose Zuijing Pavilion?
If this is the case, it would probably be difficult for Tuobahan to enter this wing room.
Thinking of this, Yue Qingyun didn't check the decorations in the wing room anymore, so she looked back and smiled sweetly at Murong Yanran, walked to Qin Hua who was put down by the little maid and sat down.
Take out a scarf from the sleeve, raise your hand with a smile to help Qin Hua wipe the sweat beads on his forehead.
But I felt extremely depressed. I pleated my lips slightly and glanced at Qin Hua coquettishly: "Young Master, you didn't tell me before, it made me like a rustic bun, and I even joked that my wife was a rich man who didn't know
How do you spend it?”
Speaking of this, Yue Qingyun's face had already turned red, but whether it was because of embarrassment or because of regret, she was afraid that she would know it alone.