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Yue Zilin said, "This is a friend of mine."

She didn't want to introduce Ling Wuhui at all. If this ancestor made his mind on Duan Changge, would she kill him or not?

"Looks like he's Zilin's friend," Ling Wuhui said, "My little girl has the word Zhixin, I don't know what to call her?"

"Duan Buyi." Duan Changge said.

"You don't need to be suspicious, you don't have to be suspicious when you employ someone," Ling Wuhui said with a smile, "It seems that Buji is in a high position."

What is the performance this time?Are you a delicate lady?

Yue Zilin said: "I still have some things to do, how about this..."

"Zilin and I are going to Tianqinglou," Ling Wuyou said: "No doubt, since we are friends of Zilin, why don't we go?"

Yue Zilin turned his head away, too lazy to speak anymore.

The beauty of a gentleman's adulthood, she should have declined when she saw this kind of mood.

Duan Changge has never liked to force others to make things difficult for her. She will do this, she has no doubts.

Then, Duan Changge smiled and said, "That's fine."

"Then, let me take my leave first..."

Ok?

okay?

Yue Zilin glanced at Duan Changge, her movements were definitely not large, and her eyes were very normal, but it clearly expressed whether you were crazy or not.

Duan Changge looked at it as if he didn't see it, and said, "Let's go."

Yue Zilin was full of bewilderment and held back, since Duan Changge said to go, she would not refute her face.

It is not that there are young and beautiful guests who have never been to Tianqinglou, nor is it that there are all young and beautiful guests who have never been here, but such guests are very rare.

The three of them are tall and slender, young and beautiful, and the one who walks in the front is as graceful as jade, romantic and gentle, shaking fans, but there is a trace of irritability and impatience in his brows.

One of the two behind was weak and pitiful, holding the hand of the person next to him tightly, but it made people feel a little proud for no reason.

As for the person next to her, the guy lowered his head all of a sudden, not daring to look any further.

That woman is not a beauty that can be described in words, she is like a person in a book who came out of a storybook.

Among the three, she was the only one with a blank face, showing no emotion at all, with a slender and elegant sword hanging around her waist, which looked like she was wearing it for fun.

Yue Zilin wants something soft and has no stamina, but Ling Wuhui disagrees and pulls her sleeves, and the eldest son Lin shortens, and said: "You said you wanted to buy me a drink, why? Now you want to renege on the debt?" Pursed red lips, full of temptation.

"Why don't we ask without doubt?" Yue Zi asked, she felt that Duan Changge was about to kick the table.

Ling Wuhui blinked, and said apologetically, "I forgot that Busu is still here," she tapped her head, "I forgot everything as soon as Zilin and I were together, so you don't blame me, do you?"

Although it was an apology, the tone and words were extremely provocative.

Looking at Duan Changge's expression, Yue Zilin thought to himself that she might just want to kill you.

Duan Changge smiled and said, "Of course not."

Duan Shaoqing's self-cultivation is amazing.

Yue Zilin closed the wine list in thin gold font, and said, "A pot of Fen wine."

"A dendrobium?"

Yue Zilin nodded and said: "One pot." She also ordered some side dishes and pastries, and she didn't ask anyone, just neatly.

The man said: "Guests, wait a moment."

While waiting for the wine, Ling Wuhui certainly wouldn't let herself be idle. She was willing to act, and she could also have fun—making fun of others.

"Zi Lin," Ling Wuhui said, "When do you plan to return to the Devil's Cult? Senior Brother Sui Yun misses you very much, and talks about you to me every day."

A person who is on the same level as the leader, why do you call Nan Suiyun a senior?Aren't you afraid to bring back the spirit of the Ling family's ancestors?

"Senior Brother Sui Yun?" It was Duan Changge who spoke.

As soon as Yue Zilin was about to speak, Ling Wuhui said, "It's Master Zilin's direct disciple. I hadn't joined the Devil's Cult at that time. The two of them are about the same age. They were childhood sweethearts. Master Wen also said that he would serve them a drink." Book a date."

Yue Zilin had a headache and said: "Okay, don't talk about it."

The words are all true, but it's strange to compare the events of the past with the current atmosphere.

Duan Changge said warmly: "I really want to hear it."

Ling Wuhui glanced at Yue Zilin proudly, and said, "Why doesn't Zilin like what I said? Is there a half-truth in what I said?"

"The matter of setting up the wine," Yue Zilin said, "it was a joke."

Duan Changge said with a smile: "I thought it was a joke."

"It was a joke back then, but I can't tell what it is now." Ling Wuhui was busy adding fuel to the fire, "Brother seems to be serious, even the dowry is ready."

The wine finally came, Yue Zilin immediately poured a glass, squeezed her chin and poured it in.

Ling Wuhui's face was flushed red from the choking, his eyes glistened, making him even more pitiful.

"What did I say wrong?" Ruanuo said.

Your long mouth is the biggest mistake.

But Ling Wuhui has a very high seniority in the sect, so she didn't contradict, nor can she contradict.

"Nothing." Yue Zi poured the wine, this time it was much more elegant, and it was for Duan Changge.

Duan Changge took the wine and thanked him.

"Why can't I say nothing?" She was extremely wronged, "Even senior brother Sui Yun can't mention it, Zilin, are you afraid of being heard?"

"Noisy." She said, and touched her Ya acupoint conveniently.

If you don't respect it, don't respect it. After listening to what she said for a while, my whole head hurts badly.

Ling Wuhui stared at Yue Zilin, expressing her dissatisfaction with Yue Zilin with actions.

But she really couldn't beat Yue Zilin, no matter how dissatisfied she could bear it, she would complain to Ling Wuxin later.

Yue Zilin could still listen to the leader's words.

Duan Changge watched with great interest, and said, "Why don't you let her continue?"

It was obvious that she didn't want to hear any more.

Ling Wuhui mouthed desperately: Guilty.

Yue Zilin poured a glass of wine into it again, flowing freely.

Before the pot was finished, another pot was brought up with some appetizers.

Yue Zilin said, "We only need one pot."

The man said: "It's really just one dendrobium, one dendrobium is more than three pots, and there are more."

Seeing her puzzled, Duan Changge dipped his chopsticks in the wine and wrote Hu on the table.

Yue Zilin frowned and said, "If you drink like this, I'm afraid it will kill you."

Duan Changge said: "It's not necessary to drink it here, you can take it back."

"It would be unseemly to bring wine home." Still drinking the leftovers.

Duan Changge thought for a while and said, "Can't Zhixin drink?"

Ling Wuhui was able to drink three cups, Yue Zilin smiled slightly and said, "You can drink."

If Duan Changge hadn't stopped her, she would have almost stuffed the jug into Ling Wuhui's mouth.

Of course, Ling Wuhui could also see that Duan Changge might not really be blocking her, she was just putting on a show!

But that's better than Yue Zilin, with ill intentions written all over her face.

After four or five cups were poured down, Ling Wuhui completely lost the strength to speak. He lay down on the table and said weakly, "No, I want to go out. I'll go out to get some fresh air."

The dumb acupoint had already been released by Yue Zilin, she expected that Ling Wuhui would not be able to speak even if he poured it like this.

Duan Changge expressed his concern verbally, but Yue Zilin completely ignored it.

Ling Wuyou forced herself to go out, and finally only the two of them were left in the private room.

Duan Changge suddenly felt clean, put down his wine glass, and let out a long breath.

She played with the carvings on the wine glass, and said: "She is the saint of my teaching, the same generation as the elders of the leader, not my junior sister. As for Nan Suiyun, you have seen him before, that is the time you sent me up the mountain. "

Duan Changge said: "Sure enough, you are young and talented."

Did I say it to make you praise him?

"Although Nan Suiyun and I grew up together, we were not childhood sweethearts. Before the age of 17, we hadn't met a few times."

Duan Changge smiled and said: "It's really rare to have such a good relationship. When I sent you up, he asked you for a while about your recent situation and your identity."

Yue Zi Linxin said that he wanted to ask you when I will get married.

But of course she wouldn't say it, unless she was crazy.

"As for the dowry that Master Uncle Wen said, it's really a joke. She did it to anger my master."

Duan Changge nodded with a smile, but Yue Zilin felt that she didn't believe what she said at all.

Maybe a little too.

Why on earth did she not believe it?

Duan Changge is not like this, Duan Buyi, Duan Buyi, she never doubts her friends.

"Does Duan Shaoqing believe me?" She said suddenly, her tone serious.

Duan Changge looked at her steadfastly, and said after a while: "A certain letter."

She said she believed it.

Duan Changge won't lie, if she says she believes it, then she really believes it.

Yue Zilin felt relieved for no reason, she poured another glass, disrespecting anyone, and drank it all by herself.

The wine flowed down her jaw, across her smooth neck, and finally disappeared into the depths of her placket.

Duan Changge supported his chin with his hands, watched her movements, only smiled, and half closed his eyes.

At some point, there was no sound in the private room.

"No doubt?" she said.

No one responded, Duan Changge breathed steadily, as if he was having a sweet dream.

"Duan Changge?" she asked again.

Duan Changge's sleeves were piled up on his elbows, revealing a piece of fair skin.

she is there.

Yue Zilin felt his throat hurt, as if it had been scorched by fire.

Duan Changge is of great use to her in the future, but it is also a great variable. Provoking her now is undoubtedly a fire, not to mention Duan Changge trusts her...the one who makes a big deal...

She thought wildly, leaned over, and kissed lightly on the pale lips of the other party.

bang.

Yue Zilin stood a little further away, clutching his arms.

Duan Changge was awakened by the sound, and looked at her blankly and in surprise.

"what happened?"

"Bumped into the table." She replied strangely calmly.

Duan Changge waved to her: "Come here, take off your clothes."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel Zhao Niannian for the grenade and the little angel Kongxuan for the mine.

The author admits the mistake, Ling Wuhui, it is not printed, it has been corrected, thanks for catching bugs.