"What do you mean?" Wang Tingshu rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to fight.
The little bully suddenly remembered the business. "It goes without saying! You shameless guy! Get out of here! She doesn't like you!"
Zhiwei yawned and found a good place to sit down directly.
The two brothers talked nonsense together. She was used to it and didn't bother to listen.
It's up to you...
Go to sleep
"She doesn't like me! Does she like you?"
"Of course!" She doesn't like being with him, how could she always follow him!
The two people's unconcerned voices grew louder and louder, and the servants gradually began to surround the entire courtyard outside.
"You!" Wang Tingshu was so angry that he was speechless by the little bully's affirmative tone.
The little bully raised his head high, like a victorious rooster... This metaphor is really both appropriate and vulgar...
Wang Tingshu couldn't bear it anymore.
"Remember this! I won't give up!" After saying these words, Wang Tingshu left bitterly.
Walking out of the courtyard, the servant who was listening attentively was about to cast a sympathetic look, but was glared back fiercely.
…
The little bully was in a very good mood, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help turning up. When he walked next to Zhiwei, he no longer felt annoyed watching her sleeping.
Since you have completed the young master's explanation, young master, I will be merciful and let you sleep for a while!
After thinking about it with a smile, he immediately ran back to the room and took out one from a large box specially designed for soft pillows.
Give her a good pillow!
When Xiao Wu outside the yard saw this scene, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Master! There is a kind of bastard, who forgets the pain when the scar is healed. There is a super bastard, who says the scar is not healed but still hurts, and they all laugh and say it doesn’t hurt!
I hope you won’t ask us to invite Miss Li next time.
Although it was useless every time he prayed like this...
Wang Tingshu left, and it is said that he left with a new version of storytelling style. At that time, the whole city was talking about his pity. In the carriage, he always liked to open the window and closed it for the first time.
Because he couldn't stand the sympathetic looks from the people in the city.
Why?
They used to stare at me fiercely every time I left. What happened this time?