I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Fu Xiang's face darkened too quickly, the boy looked up, handed the box to Su Yao, and quickly backed away.

The young servants in the old Beijing are smarter than each other.

Even if he is not smart, seeing Fu Ling's face at this time, he should know to be afraid.

What kind of uncle is this... If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have fueled the flames.

The little servant suddenly became frightened, and retreated far away.

Fortunately, Su Yao's table is leaving too.

The three love rivals raised their feet first, Fu Ling naturally wouldn't walk with them, so he was one step behind.

Su Yao stood up holding the box, only to see a little friend who was alone.

Fu Ling and Su Yao looked at each other, paused, and changed their expressions instantly.

Wronged Baba, pitiful.

Like a big dove whose feathers are wet with rain.

The big pigeon glanced at him with wet eyes, and Su Yao was instantly poked.

Pigeon is like being bullied by other friends.

Su Yao couldn't help but take a step behind, and stood side by side with Fu Gezi: "Let's go to Fuxiangzhai next time, and Mr. Fu and I will buy a box that looks like a crane, okay?"

The beauty spoke softly. Although Fu Gezi was happy to be shunned, his heart was still sour, and he still intentionally expressed a little grievance: "But they all said that the pattern of peony is good."

Su Yao simply handed the box directly to Qi Bo, raised his eyes and smiled, "It looks fine to me."

Fu Gezi lowered his eyes slightly.

Su Yao thought for a moment, then only smiled softly: "Since I already have an excellent Mr. Hetai by my side, why do I need to buy some painted cranes outside?"

Fu Ling was startled, his whole body coaxed by the words and his tone.

His heart moved slightly, he only took a step closer to Su Yao, and whispered in his ear: "Boss Su can also want a crane, and I will draw it for you later."

"Mr. Fu, why..."

Su Yao turned her head when she heard the words, but she couldn't help being so close to Fu Ling.

As soon as he moved, the broken hair on his forehead barely brushed Fu Ling's cheek.

Su Yao was flustered immediately, took a step back, and managed to stabilize his tone: "...Mr. Fu can still paint?"

Fu Ling smiled, and took another step forward.

Su Yao shrank subconsciously, and felt that he had overreacted just now.

So he shrank and stood in place.

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why can't I know Danqing?"

Su Yao paused: "I thought..."

Pigeon guessed it, so her tone was sour: "Is Mr. Xu the only one who knows how to draw? I can also draw. I can draw very well."

Uncle Wu thought to himself: It's not just good, the eldest son became famous at a young age, and he never easily agreed to paint with others.

In the early years, everyone knew that Fu Xiang was the master of painting, and it was hard to find gold in Beijing.

Su Yao was silent for a moment.

Since the painting is really good, why don't you...

He was only suspicious, but reacted in an instant.

Why not draw the embroidery book by myself?

It would be nice if the lazy pigeon could fill the hole.

After all, Mr. Hetai is a coward who doesn't even want to publish a hard copy because he is too lazy to edit.

Su Yao could only answer the next empty promise, and said with a smile, "Then I would like to thank Mr. Hetai."

Fu Ling frowned, and then calmly gave the three people not far away a look of contempt.

The three were shocked and angry.

They had just seen Fu Xiang's vivid and instant change of face, and Su Yao's reaction, at this moment they could only curse inwardly.

... This is too good at acting, can this also be turned into teasing?

Fu Xiang raised his eyebrows quietly: If you want to win the truth, in your next life.

The pigeon is still the king.

And since the pigeons have been irritated, they don't want to keep them anymore.

It's time for you to take a look at how the king seduces beauties.

Those who dare to challenge Fu Xiang have never succeeded.

Fu Ling's eyes sank.

So he walked all the way in a strange atmosphere.

The lotus pond has also been seen from a distance and close up. A lot of red silk has been tied, and many small copper coins have been thrown into the pond.

It is said that it was for a long-lived tortoise in the pool, but Su Yao didn't see it either.

This is probably the case when going out to play. Su Yao doesn't have the ability to appreciate the scenery of a literati, and it doesn't matter where he goes.

But going out for a walk is enough fun in itself.

He felt that his body was really much lighter, and he was not very tired when he walked up to the food stall.

It may also be the reason why I just ate half full.

The stall owner in front of the small soup pot quickly wrapped the wontons: "Would you like a bowl, gentlemen? Our stall cooks them fresh."

At noon, it is the time when the sun is blazing.

There are not so few people around the food stall.

The stall owner raised his eyes and smiled: "The marriage lottery in the temple has been lined up all morning, and many people have just come out."

The weather was hot and the sun was hot, Bai Min was about to open his mouth when he suddenly saw Fu Ling stretching out his hand.

Su Yao was carefully looking at the stuffing on the case when Fu Ling gently pulled it up.

He took a step forward, and a big folding fan spread out directly on top of his head: "It's too hot, I'll cover you from the sun."

The clear sunlight shone down, reflecting Fu Ling's tall figure and a pair of smiling black eyes.

In this large crowd, Su Yao stood under the shadow of the big fan, his heart twitched slightly, and he was slightly embarrassed: "I'm optimistic, there's no need to be like this."

She lowered her eyes slightly again: "Mr. Fu, don't expose yourself to the sun."

"It's okay, I've done it."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled, then leaned closer and said, "The stuffing and soup base are made, Boss Su just watch. I'm just waiting to have a good meal with Boss Su."

Because it was inconvenient for the stall owner to hear these words, Fu Ling listened again.

This time the voice was low, and the warm breath rushed to Su Yao's ears intentionally or unintentionally.

The tips of Su Yao's ears turned red unconsciously.

Fu Ling glanced contentedly, stood up, and looked at the other three.

Bai Min, who was just a step behind, had the worst expression on his face.

Xu Ze only frowned: under the watchful eyes of everyone, such an intimate and ambiguous act is like a disciple.

Xie Lang also frowned, but thought of something else: Su Yao didn't hide.

Su Yao hid that time just now, but this time she got used to it.

Fu Ling still raised his eyebrows quietly.

Fu Gezi, who was irritated, was trying to seduce the beauties with full firepower.

Be proactive like never before.

Su Yaozai looked at the stuffing carefully, but finally shook his head slightly.

The wonton stall was placed inward, and the number of people coming from the lotus pond was far less than that coming from the monastery.

Finally several customers came, the owner of the stall saw this and hurriedly kept the customers: "Master, let me have something to eat."

Looking at the rest of the people again, seeing that they all seemed to be listening to Su Yao, they couldn't help but become more anxious: "There will be more people going forward, and I'm quiet and there are few people here, so I can do it quickly."

Su Yao only said that he wanted to leave.

The stall owner was in a hurry, but at this moment, he happened to see Fu Ling's slightly satisfied eyes.

He was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Young master, your husband seems willing to keep the food. Otherwise, let your other friends go to other stalls to eat, and you are with me? There are few people here, and it is quiet."

The stall owners on this road today are very winking.

This one is especially good.

Just give him a look and he can talk like that.

The corners of Fu Ling's lips raised slightly.

The other three were only secretly angry: scheming!

He didn't show that look just now, the stall owner would never say that.

Fu Ling once again offered the king's contempt, and got a big deal, but he didn't accept it.

He only looked at Su Yao with a smile, and approached him again: "The stall owner has misunderstood a lot. I was not satisfied just now, but I just thought of the little ravioli that Boss Su had when he first met me."

He said in a low voice, "I want to eat again."

This ambiguous tone and voice.

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, and for a moment forgot to explain that she was not her husband, only her heart fluttered endlessly.

Fu Ling straightened up and smiled leisurely.

The most hateful thing about Fu Gezi is not playing hooligans when he sees every stitch in the needle.

It's that he is playing a hooligan, and he insists on letting others know.

For example, when he uttered a word about wonton, he suppressed his voice, but deliberately raised his voice when he wanted to eat a word.

Su Yao blushed. Hearing the phrase "want to eat", the stall owner only thought that the two of them were there.

He also secretly exchanged a gossip with the stall owner next to him.

The complexions of the remaining three people were extremely dark.