The role of fast wear blackened big BOSS

Chapter 172 Two Swords Light and Han Wulin (41)

Qi Jiayan's eyes darkened endlessly.Approaching a little closer, said: "Young man Weng is so leisurely?"

Weng Quan was a little embarrassed: "It's rare to meet such a beautiful sea of ​​flowers on the road together. It's also good to weave a wreath for the girl you like and make her happy."

A dark light flashed across Qi Jiayan's eyes, and his tone was a bit deep: "Young man Weng, do you know the weirdness about Miss Bai? Are you not afraid?"

Weng Quan asked back: "Why are you afraid? After getting along for so long, I know what kind of person White Woman is, and she will not harm me."

After finally waiting for Baitang's words today, he can express his feelings.

Qi Jiayan's eyes became deeper and deeper: "I mean, there seem to be two people living in Miss Bai's body."

Weng Quan continued to weave the wreath: "Yes, the girl I like is the one who can turn around and jump into the cliff with a smile, and the one who is seriously injured and wants to force me to poison me. It's not the girl from Yufengtang, I am I have always known that they are not the same person, so what does it matter? Who do I like, I know very well. Mr. Qi doesn't like her too, does he?"

Qi Jiayan smiled inexplicably, and said coldly: "Miss Bai is not someone I like."

It was too late for her to kill her.How could you fall in love with her?
Baitang killed him twice and crippled his martial arts, he is not a masochist.

"Then, Mr. Qi, please remember what you said today." With one less rival in love, Weng Quan is naturally in a good mood.

Weng Quan finished weaving the garland, and took a few deep breaths to ease his nervousness.Qi Jiayan looked at Weng Quan's apprehensive and joyful expression, and suddenly wanted to destroy this person.

You see, everyone is standing in the open, and he deserves to live in the mud.

Qi Jiayan was very clear that he didn't like Baitang, but he still followed and hid quietly in the dark.

Baitang has already lit the fire. At dusk and sun, there is a splendid sea of ​​flowers on one side, and a dense forest on the other. The fire is swaying, and the woman in Tsing Yi is sitting on the stone with gentle eyebrows and eyes. This scene is extremely beautiful.

Weng Quan's heart was beating extremely fast, a blush appeared on his face, and he took out the wreath: "White Woman, I made a wreath, take a look, do you like it?"

"It's beautiful." Baitang praised.

"Let me put it on for you." Weng Quan's hands were shaking a little.

Baitang gave him a strange look, and took the garland: "I'll do it myself, Weng Shaoxia."

"Okay, okay." The young and energetic boy was a little disappointed, and began to think about the words hidden in his heart.

As someone who has experienced it, Yaoyao immediately understood that no matter what time it is, the essence of a melon eater is always there. Now that she eats melons from Miss Bai, she feels that the pain of being broken up just now is not so painful.

Baitang put on the garland, and the chic and unrestrained female knight looked a little bit more delicate.Bai Tang didn't think too much about it, because usually, they were well-balanced, and a wreath wouldn't explain much.

Seeing Weng Quan's hesitation to speak, Baitang said clearly: "Young Xia Weng, what do you want to say?"

Looking at the woman in front of him, Weng Quan's heart beat faster, and he whispered: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. My fair lady, a gentleman is so good. Miss Bai, I am pleased with you."

Baitang blinked, did she hear correctly?
Immediately taking off the garland on his head, Baitang stood up and said: "Young Xia Weng, I am not a lady, and I have no love for you. Mr. Weng, please calm down."

To reject this matter, Baitang didn't hesitate at all.

"Ah..." His nervous and joyful heart suddenly sank to the bottom. Weng Quan thought that he would be rejected, but he didn't expect to be rejected so simply and neatly.The heart was pinched by one hand, breathless and painful, the expression on the face froze, and the eyes became lonely.

Whether she was a lady or not, he never cared.

(End of this chapter)