The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

She glanced at Feng Jue shyly, stuffed the things in her hands into his arms, and Ling Sirou left.Passionate picture feast
"Miss, why did you help him? If the master knows..."

"Shut up, when is it your turn to take care of me?"

Faintly speaking, following the sound of footsteps slowly moving away, Feng Jue looked at the clothes in his hands, feeling a little confused for a moment.

The next day, he went to look for Ling Xin as before, but he didn't change into the clothes Ling Sirou gave him. He didn't promise to take them, and he didn't need those clothes. After taking them, he always felt that he owed others. [

This time, Ling Xin was willing to see him. Feng Jue found an excuse, saying that he couldn't repay the money he borrowed before, so can he stay in the mansion and work to pay off the debt?

Although I don't remember that Du Fu owed me any money, but I was wronged, and if I don't kill it, I don't kill it. Ling Xin agreed without thinking about it. Just like that, Feng Jue became a gardener in Ling's mansion, and his daily job was to wander in the yard. Come and go, trim flowers and plants.

Ling Sirou, who met Ling Sirou for the first time in the mansion, was surprised when she saw him in the mansion for the first time. When she knew that he was the gardener in her mansion, she felt a little disappointed. What did Miss Ling say? Jue's nose cursed.

"How did you become a gardener?"

"You can tell me if you can't pay back the money, and I'll help you pay it back"

"Couldn't you be better off? Do you want to be an ordinary gardener all your life?"

Looking at Ling Sirou who was extremely angry and attacking his heart, Feng Jue understood a little bit, but also, how can such a proud lady be willing to be ordinary?How can you endure a life of poverty?

"Miss, if it's okay, the little one will go to work first."

Feng never cared about her anymore, turned around and left, the moment he turned his head, Ling Siyan suddenly appeared in sight.

If Ling Siyan is an unrestrained peony, then Ling Sirou is a soft and beautiful rose flower, neither delicate nor gorgeous, but has its own fragrance.

The woman in front of her was not as gorgeous as Ling Sirou, nor was she as domineering as Ling Sirou, she just stood there quietly, quiet and beautiful, a landscape painting of her own.

Feng Jue admitted that seeing Ling Sirou was amazing, but seeing Ling Siyan, his heart was moved.

In the garden, the girl was wearing a blue dress, a blue pomegranate skirt, a blue gauze dress, and a cloak made of fine yellow silk on her shoulders, which matched the skirt perfectly.