The main god of fast wear is playing again

Chapter 810
He spoke, his voice was sweet and magnetic, but there was an obvious sense of coercion, his eyes were cold, and he hugged the little girl in his arms.

Tu Zhimeng was caught off guard by the embrace, and with a shake of her hand, the melon seeds were scattered all over the ground.

Slightly lowering his eyes, he looked at the melon seeds on the ground that he hadn't had time to crack, his small face wrinkled, and a look of grievance appeared.

She fried these melon seeds with her own secret recipe, and she fried them all morning...

It should still be edible.

She was about to bend down to pick it up when she saw Shangguan Lan hug her even tighter.

Seeing the intimacy between the two, Xia Ziyan stomped his feet in anger, his nose almost crooked, pointed at Tu Zhimeng's face, and asked Shangguanlan: "How is this dumb better than me?"

"She's prettier than you." Shangguan Lan replied slowly, his eyes moved away from Xia Ziyan's body and fell on Tu Zhimeng's body, his eyes softened a little.

Tu Zhimeng: "..." Although your words are quite offensive, but this mouse is very happy to hear it!
Xia Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red, he covered his face and turned around and ran away.

Looking at Xia Ziyan's lonely figure, Tu Zhimeng was really inexplicably refreshed.

Although she didn't hate this eldest lady, who made her try to rob him of a man?

This is asking for trouble, isn't it?
It's a pity... the Shuzi's melon seeds just let her step on it...

Tu Zhi's bright eyes looked at the rotten melon seeds that had been trampled on the ground, and she frowned delicately, like a child who had been bullied, looking up at Shang Guanlan.

Shangguan Lan caught the little girl's gaze and smiled, knowing why she was unhappy.

So he ordered the maid to go out and buy a few catties of melon seeds, and he fried them for Tu Zhimeng himself.

When Tu Zhimeng was frying melon seeds before, Shangguanlan had seen it and remembered how the spices were mixed.

So... Shangguanlan didn't do anything else all afternoon, just stir-fry melon seeds.

Tu Zhimeng was worried, and was still watching from the sidelines.

It wasn't until Shangguan Lan finished frying the whole pot of melon seeds that the little girl finally smiled.

After dinner at night, Shangguan Lan half-lyed on the bed and looked at the little girl.

Tu Zhimeng was sitting there watching the comic book and nibbling melon seeds with relish, when she noticed the other party's fiery gaze, as if she could see through her own people.

What do you see me doing?
She stretched out her hand and gestured, holding a handful of fragrant melon seeds in one hand.

Shangguan Lan smiled slightly, and the pleasant and magnetic bass sounded slowly, slipping into Tu Zhimeng's ear.

"You look good."

Tu Zhimeng: "..." What happened to this person today?
A few days ago, she was still silent and unable to extricate herself from the death of the prince, but these days she has been teasing herself in different ways.

Could it be that spring is coming, and you are in love?

A certain mouse was thinking, only to see Shangguan Lan get up and stride over, so that Tu Zhimeng was hugged in his arms and sat on the opponent's lap before he could react.

"Is there a good copy of this book?"

Shangguan Lan put his arms around Tu Zhimeng's waist, and lowered his eyes to look at the comic book on the table.

Tu Zhimeng froze for a moment.

This was the first time Shangguan Lan had been so close to him since he came to this small world.

Could it be that she really fell in love?

"It's just so-so, not as good-looking as this king."

"So why don't you look at me?"

"This king is not going out often because of illness, so the third brother snatched the title of the most beautiful man in the capital. Otherwise, I don't know how many girls will be fascinated."

Tu Zhimeng: "..."

Co-authoring is not about falling in love, but staying for too long, and suffering from narcissism.

(End of this chapter)