Now he just wants to lazily take a nap next to Ruoruo in the sun, and doesn't want to talk about the two elders behind him at all.
"Hey, who is the man next to Yuan Hong? Is there any such handsome man in our team?" There was a light bite of protest on the neck. Regarding Ruoruo's compliment to other men in person,
Yan Ying was very angry.
She had never said a compliment to him, such as, "Husband, you are so handsome."
But now, she doesn't hesitate to call other men handsome, using such an exaggerated tone to express surprise.[
Not only that, seeing that he didn't respond, he continued without restraint, "He looks so sunny, but he should be about the same age as dad, but why do he still have such clear eyes? Wait, I always feel like I saw him somewhere.
It makes no sense to be like him. Even if I only see this kind of man once, I will never forget it."
Ruoruo scratched her hair, troubled by the memory she could not recall. She did not notice at all that at some point, Yan Ying's back was as straight as a bamboo, and he was no longer sick and sick.
He wanted to see who it was that impressed Ruoruo so much, and when the time was right, he could...
He turned his head and followed Ruoruo's line of sight.
The old man, the second uncle, Yuan Hong, Yun Yan, and the general guards whose faces were blurry and would never be remembered again after being thrown into a crowd.
There are no suspicious people. These are faces that often appear in front of Ruoruo. It is impossible for her to make such a strange sound of admiration.
Wait, Yunyan...it seems to be too refreshing today.
What about his beard, that thick and thick chin, blackened by the fire, and giving off a faint odor?
When... was it scraped off?
"I must have seen his eyes somewhere." Ruoruo squeezed Yan Ying's big hand in distress, "His eyes are so dark, and there is a faint red circle in the center of the pupils. Such special eyes, ah! He is Yan Ying.