Marry a queen

"Enough is enough! Little San, we have no place to put it." A certain woman finally realized the crux of the problem, and her exaggerated little face glanced at Murong Jing, pretending to flatter and said: "Although you are entertaining guests, we also It can't be too wasteful, right? You can't pack so much..."

It's clear that Murong Jing is in the pit!

"Haha!..." Chuxue couldn't help laughing.

Chen Shou also held back, but the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows was obvious.

The two of them stared coldly at Murong Jing, and immediately restrained themselves. [

Murong Jing's narrowed eyes glanced at Shen Su'er who was in a good mood, and cursed softly, "Childish."

"Ahem..." Shen Su'er almost choked on the milk tea she took.

Chuxue sat beside her, and quickly patted her on the back, "Don't worry...slow down."

After a while, the anger subsided, and a certain woman glared at Murong Jing resentfully with her painful little face.

Murong Jing didn't dump her, and said angrily: "You can't live without doing your own crimes——" Suddenly, he looked strange, and didn't continue talking. He gave the woman in front of him a warning look, and dared to step on him under the table?

And a certain woman hummed happily, blinking at Chuxue and pretending not to see it.

That look, that demeanor, is really cute.

Helplessly, the corner of Murong Jing's mouth raised a smile.

Great atmosphere!

A few fell silent.

The surrounding gossip sounded.

There are people talking about everything in the world, small things in the market.

There are a lot of familiar people who are talking about things together.

At this time, Shen Su'er finally understood why Murong Jing chose to be in the lobby.

Just now Chuxue said in the car that she wanted to go to the market place and see how the people in the capital live. If they immediately went to a high-end elegant seat, how would they listen to those who were one floor away?How do you see it?

The people here are just chatting about what happened in the rivers and lakes, folk anecdotes, the young master got married, the widow stole others, and the characteristics of chatting in the tea house. It was the lazy eyes that were half-opened, and they became clear all of a sudden, twinkling and blinking.

The three present were afraid that she would be embarrassed, but it seemed that it was not the case at all.

Suddenly, Murong Jing seemed to be sipping tea leisurely, a sharp light flashed across his slightly drooping eyelids, and he returned to calm in an instant.