Xuanyuan Ze raised his eyebrows, what's wrong with this woman? Why isn't she angry? Why isn't she jealous?
Yes, it must be that his instigation was not strong enough.
Xuanyuan Ze's eyes darkened, and the corner of his lips raised an evil smile, saying: "In short, Yang Yue is a thousand times stronger than you. She is engaged to my brother, and the old man has already recognized that Yang Yue is my brother.
Wife, just give up on this idea!"
"Is that it?" Ling Luo raised her eyelids and looked at him steadily with a smile in her beautiful eyes.
"What?" Xuanyuan Ze's eyelids twitched suddenly.
What does this mean? Isn't this vicious enough? Isn't this enough to destroy the fragile heart of a woman who loves my brother?
Ling Luo's beautiful eyes were bright and her voice was full of laughter: "I have heard what you said no less than three times. Can you come up with something new?"
Xuanyuan Ze was completely stunned. He looked at Ling Luo in disbelief and said, "You...you really don't care?"
"There's nothing to care about." Ling Luo looked at him steadily and said, "You are the one who likes Yang Yue, you are the one who pretends to be Cheng Yu to accompany Yang Yue, and even the one who worships Yang Yue is still you."
Xuanyuan Ze's face looked a little ugly, as if he was embarrassed to have his heart exposed in public. His voice was choked: "Brother, it's true. I forgot about my brother when I had a woman. Why do I tell you everything?"
"I originally thought you liked Yang Yue very much, but later I discovered that it didn't seem to be the case." Ling Luo poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Xuanyuan Ze.
Xuanyuan Ze forgot to take the tea cup, and his expression for a moment was like a bolt from the blue, but she was good at pretending, and in the blink of an eye, she regained her composure, and said in a low voice: "Who says I don't like Yang Yue, she is my favorite.
, she is the most beautiful woman in the world!"
Seeing that he didn't take the tea cup, Ling Luo simply held it by herself, took a sip and said, "Why do I feel that what you like is just Yu's things? You like everything he has at his fingertips."
Because, those are things you don’t have.
Xuanyuan Ze, no matter how good you are at pretending, you can't hide the desire in people's eyes.
The way you look at Yu is full of envy. You like Yu, but at the same time you are jealous of him.
You like to act coquettishly towards Yu, like to show weakness to Yu, and enjoy the warmth and care that Yu gives you.
Therefore, you like to pretend to be him, to tease the officials, to tease Yang Yue, to enjoy the feeling of being Xuanyuan Yu, and at the same time laugh at them in your heart.
Of course, Ling Luo could not say these words, everything was just speculation.
"Ling Luo!" Xuanyuan Ze was a little annoyed, his face not very pretty, "What do you know? I hate self-righteous women the most!"
Self-righteous? Maybe so.
Not only was Ling Luo not angry, she still had a faint smile on her lips and said, "Do you know why I am sure you don't like Yang Yue?"
Xuanyuan Ze snorted coldly, but his voice was a little hollow: "That's just your wishful thinking."
Ling Luo ignored him and said to herself: "First of all, if you really like Yang Yue, you wouldn't compare her with me to show how well she matches your brother."
The expression on Xuanyuan Ze's face paused, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
"Again, if you really like Yang Yue and Yu, then you won't attack me everywhere. On the contrary, you will most likely bless us, wishing that we could get together soon, and never bother you and Yang Yue.