Fast Transmigration Heroine God Can't Escape

Chapter 947

Gu Ling lowered her face with a swipe, her face was darker than the night, she said coldly:
"You're looking for an excuse not to bring such a crappy one?"

Rong Ye obviously expected her reaction like this, and then spread his hands with a very helpless expression: "Just kidding."

In this world, no one dared to break ground on the head of the national teacher, and it is true that the value of force is limited. No one can force him to a situation where he has to hide in the women's boudoir to escape the pursuit.

Although Gu Ling was already used to this person's behavior of coming uninvited and disappearing without a trace, she just didn't have the intention of greeting him at this time.

Looking at each other impatiently with arms crossed.

Rao Rong Ye was also stared at for a moment, his scalp became numb, and he saw that the little girl next to him had already retreated out at some point, and there was no one to smooth things over.

I saw Gu Ling's eyes flashed suddenly, changed her previous impatient expression, and there was a hint of flattery in her brows and eyes:

"By the way! Do you know that when a man meets for the first time, if he wants to say something to a woman, that woman will be happy to obey her?"

When Rong Ye heard this, he pondered for a moment, and understood that she was referring to herself and Fan Li.

Unexpectedly, her carefree temper turned out to be unhappy about such trivial matters.

The man smiled and pretended to be mysterious: "It depends on the man's appearance first."

The candlelight flickered in his black eyes, making people flustered.

Gu Ling looked away guiltily, and tried her best to evaluate fairly and impartially: "I don't know, I can't see the whole face, the exposed part is not bad."

Rong Ye couldn't help laughing when she heard her evaluation of him. This was the first time someone said that he was not bad, and they also objectively separated his exposed and hidden parts.

It should be said whether this girl is serious or stupid.

Rong Ye frowned with some dissatisfaction and hooked his chin: "Well... Then it depends on the status of that man."

Gu Ling thought seriously again: "Gao."

Originally, she felt that the status of this Master of the National Teacher was not simple, but today she heard Fan Li praise him fiercely, and he is famous overseas, whether it is a real official rank or social status, they are all extremely high.

Gu Ling saw that the man's eyes gradually narrowed into two crescent moons because of this simple affirmation: "Why do you ask this?"

Gu Ling thought that he was going to tell her the answer, but who knew that he suddenly threw her another question.

Gu Ling couldn't help being a little angry.

But she thought about this question for nearly a night, and she really couldn't figure it out, so she had no choice but to ask this mysterious gardener for help.

For some reason, Gu Ling always felt that this person was somewhat similar to that masked man, maybe the brain circuit was the same.

"I'm just curious." She frowned, barely suppressing the expected impatience.

curious?

The smile in Rong Ye's eyes grew stronger: "Why are you curious about this?"

Gu Ling finally couldn't bear it any longer, she just patted the table and stood up: "I just asked casually, do you like to talk or not! It's getting late, you should go."

She really didn't understand that this man had an attitude of understanding just now, and suddenly started to play Tai Chi with her.

And she was already a little sleepy, but she was annoyed by this question. Now that the night was getting deeper, she became more and more annoyed.

No, Rong Ye directly hit the muzzle of the gun.

Mr. Rong, who hit the gun, said calmly: "Little girl, it's not a good thing to be too concerned about other people's affairs."

Gu Ling hadn't recovered yet, she only felt that the other party sighed slightly.

"It's really late, you go to bed early."

She looked up, the front of the door was empty, only the empty moonlight remained, accompanied by the chirping of insects, filling the room with the bitter fragrance of peach blossoms.

(End of this chapter)