deadly mantra

Chapter 962 Shang Ye Yadu!

Ji Fanyin nodded:
"I know you're jealous of me."

"I envy you?"

Ji Fanyin said with great emphasis:

"My life is good, unlike some people who have a beautiful face but no one loves them."

The corners of Shang Lu's lips froze for a moment, and he looked at her in disbelief: "You are so evil, you want to comfort people, and you also pick on people's pain points. Oh, tell me, how many masks did you wear in the first place? Did you trick Mr. Shui into getting it?"

"You said that..."

"One is hypocritical, one is sincere, and another is naive and ignorant of the world. At least there are three or more faces, right?"

Ji Fanyin curled her lips and did not refute.

Shangluca narrowed his eagle eyes slightly: "Did I tell you right?"

Ji Fanyin shook his head: "That's not all... He is very difficult to catch. I occasionally have to pretend to be deaf and mute, and cheat and cheat. Oh, there were a few times when I saw a knife point stabbing me in order to make him feel sorry for me. I had to pretend to pounce on him accidentally.”

Shang Lu was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

He has never seen anyone treat "deception" as a "treasure book" and talk about it in such a serious tone.

The light of snow and lights alternately reflected on Shanglun's face, and his deep eagle eyes softened the cold suspicion in his eyes because of his smile, adding a touch of touching tenderness.

Ji Fanyin stared at him, the corners of her lips raised unconsciously, and she also smiled.

When she first met Shangluca, something seemed to be pulling her to get closer to him.

When he spoke, she felt that his voice was strangely familiar, as if she had heard it in her previous life.

At this moment, looking at his smile, that familiar feeling came over me again...

It felt strange and comforting at the same time - he smiled, he smiled.

Ji Fanyin is very good-looking, and her big eyes are full of aura. When she stares at someone closely, she unconsciously adds a heart-stopping passion.Shanglun couldn't help but sigh: "Don't look at me like that."

After a pause, he added: "No one except Mr. Shui can do it."

"Huh?" Ji Fanyin blinked: "Why?"

Phytolacca has a deep voice:

"There will be a misunderstanding."

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows slightly:
"Huh?" Shanglu opened his lips slightly, wanting to tell her that even lovers who share the same mind will have misunderstandings because of the look in their eyes when they look at others. Just such a little misunderstanding can destroy the relationship between the two.

Looking at her young face, the words came to her lips but she couldn't come out.He raised his hand, put it on the top of her head, and rubbed it several times:

"You don't usually look in the mirror? You don't know that the whites of your eyes are too white and the black eyes are too dark. Being stared at by you so coldly, especially at night, is quite... penetrating."

"..."

Ji Fanyin immediately rolled her eyes, swatted his hand away, turned to Nan Xiangnuan and said:
"Sister Xiang Nuan, can you ask for a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up? This guy's words are so chilling."

call--

A gust of night wind stirred up layers of snow.

It was so cold that it was really chilling.

After a while, the three of them moved to the flower room.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly in the pottery stove prepared in advance, and the pottery pot on top was steaming.

Nan Xiangnuan stood at the table, making tea and talking softly.

The water for making tea is obtained from mountain spring water, with a faint sweetness.

The charcoal used for burning is high-quality lychee wood, which has a light fruity aroma.

The brewed tea was of the highest quality that even the nobles in the palace could hardly find.

After Ji Fanyin heard this, he had forgotten the unpleasantness just now. He turned to look at Phytolacca and said with emotion:
"It's no wonder that Mr. Shang is very particular!"

After a pause, she added:

"Late in the cold winter, making tea by the stove. Yadu!"

Shangluca glanced at her angrily:
"Don't flatter me blindly. And don't think that if you say a few nice words, I will give you half of the tea I just got."

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of peanuts and placed them on the outer edge of the pottery stove. He also placed oranges and glutinous rice cakes wrapped in oil paper...

Until he picked up another persimmon.

Ji Fanyin couldn't help but say:
"My family Chenchen said that persimmons are cold and not suitable for eating in the cold winter."

(End of this chapter)