"I don't dare." The smile on Aorong's lips became deeper and deeper, and things were getting more and more interesting. "Wang Mo Ting Yingming, I don't dare to say anything more."
Qi Yufei's heart went crazy because of her smile. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find the key. "Don't worry, sister, I will also ask my father to agree to this marriage."
This woman is really smart. She pretends to be a good person, but she hates her to death in her heart. She does one thing in front of her and another behind her back. Isn’t it tiring to look at her?
Seeing her performing so hard, Aorong suddenly felt that if she didn't prick her, she would be sorry. Her voice was very sweet, "Thank you very much, my good sister."
She's about to vomit, she's so disgusted that she's shocked by herself
But Qi Yufei was obviously disgusted, her face stiffened, and she showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "You're welcome."
Aorong snickered in her heart, rolled her eyes, and had a good idea. She repeatedly asked people to bring out the good tea and make a few cups, "Sister Fei, there is nothing to entertain when she comes here. There is the West Lake in the south of the Yangtze River."
Try Longjing, do you like it?"
If she deliberately tries to trick people, no one can escape.
Seeing her expression, Qiaoyan panicked and took a step back. Every time this master wanted to punish someone, he always had this expression. As long as he didn't punish her, she would have no problem with anyone.
Ever since Aorong said those words with a straight face, she had been afraid of this master. The endless ideas he came up with later made her see clearly that no one in the world could be offended but this man.
The master cannot afford to be offended
Smelling that familiar smell, Qi Yufei's face changed drastically, "West Lake Longjing? Where did you... come from?"
Aorong smiled and patted his forehead, "Look at how confused I am. Brother Mo sent this. How could you not have tasted it? I was so stupid. I just wanted to treat you well, but I forgot that this is really stupid.
I'm sorry"
Looking at the full jar of West Lake Longjing on the table in front of me, my heart felt like it was immersed in a bucket of acid, so sour and uncomfortable
This valuable tea is rarely produced, and the roads in various places are impassable. The number of people who can get to Mo Ting is only seven or eight cans per year. King Mo Ting loves to drink it, so he keeps four cans for himself. The rest are given to his favorites, and the second prince's palace has to get it.
A jar is extremely precious and this jar is placed right in front of you and given to this woman. How can this not make her jealous?