deadly mantra

Chapter 445 Please drink tea
The little girl in the audience has a heroic look on her eyebrows that is not inferior to that of a man. She is petite in stature, but full of nobility, and her gestures are generous and generous, without the pretentiousness of those noble ladies at all.

The more Bai Weng looked at it, the more he felt attracted to him. He waved his hand and said:

"This teahouse has been open for 25 years, and I have told the same story for 25 years. I'm afraid you don't like to hear those stories of sword fights and bloody fights. Tell me what you are interested in. How about I tell you whatever you want to hear?"

This is the first time I have experienced this kind of treatment in this teahouse.

When the boss, who was standing behind the counter doing the accounting, heard this, he incited the onlookers to applaud and shout.

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?" Bai Weng asked.

Ji Fanyin was in a very good mood today, with a smile in her voice:

"As Bai Weng has seen, I am petite and have no strength in my hands. Those stories of fighting and fighting are so scary just imagining them."

"Pfft..." Bao Yide spat out a mouthful of tea.

Don’t have the strength to restrain a chicken? ! !

Thank you for being able to say it!

Will she be afraid? !

Ah!Ha ha!

In the garden, the person who took the three-foot-three-foot-long Yan Ling knife with his bare hands was a ghost! ! !
Hearing the sound of tea being sprayed, without looking back, Ji Fanyin's eyes flashed with a smile and continued:

"I don't like to hear stories about falling in love at first sight, falling in love again, and shy stories. I'm a serious young man~"

The corner of Bao Yide's mouth twitched:
"..."

Where is her face? Do you still want it?

Bai Weng was amused by her words and asked kindly:

"That's right~ Then we are left with interesting anecdotes and strange stories about famous people."

"Snapped--"

Ji Fanyin held a folding fan and clapped her hands, and said happily:
"My dear, you are well-informed, so pick some interesting celebrity stories to open my eyes."

As she spoke, she took out a heavy gold bar from her sleeve and handed it over:
"Although this is the first time we've met, I feel that you and I are very attracted to each other. We care less about courtesy than love. I would like to invite you to have a cup of tea." A bright gold bar.

Not even a single glance was given, and it was such a joy to be given.

He didn't even blink an eyelid, so it was a matter of course.

The onlookers were stunned and even more greedy.

Bai Weng put away the gold bars, raised his hand and said:
"Upstairs, please."

The boy was clever and agile. He rushed over with a few long strides and led Ji Fanyin to the second floor. There were only two excellent viewing seats, symbolically separated by a simple screen.

Ji Fanyin followed the boy. When he passed Bao Yide's place, he stopped, turned around, held a fan with both hands, and said hello:
"Oh, it's Leader Bao. What a coincidence, you're here too."

Bao Yide straightened his back, glanced at her briefly, said a very majestic "hmm", and then turned his head.

The more he distanced himself from the stranger, the more kindly Ji Fanyin smiled, waved his fan to signal the boy to step aside, and sat down on the bench directly opposite Bao Yide.

"I didn't ask you to sit down." Bao Yide frowned slightly, but there was no trace of displeasure in his eyes.

Ji Fanyin grinned:
"So I shamelessly sat down without waiting for you to invite me."

Bao Yi choked in German:
"..."

downstairs.

Bai Weng searched for legendary stories about talented women in his mind, and immediately found a candidate. He looked up upstairs and saw Ji Fanyin lying on the fence on the second floor, smiling and waving to him.

So, he cleared his throat and started talking.

The front is nothing more than the introduction of the protagonist.

Ji Fanyin listened quietly, and suddenly a sentence came from beside him:
"Why don't you want to be friends with Simu?"

Ji Fanyin leaned on the fence, raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side with a surprised look on his face:
"Are you...asking me?"

Bao Yide glared at her:
"Otherwise, I'm talking to a ghost!"

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(End of this chapter)