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Chapter 811 Young Master, Don’t Play Stupid 19
The music in my ears was melodious, and even more melodious than the music was the singing of the girl on the stage.

The costume outlines the beautiful outline of Man Luo. Because of the painting of the costume, the spots on Man Luo's face are completely covered up, and the already exquisite facial features are outlined more beautifully and movingly.

Ling Shaohong couldn't help but be slightly stupefied, in those long and narrow phoenix eyes, he couldn't hide his amazement.

When Man Luo's face was still dotted with spots, Ling Shaohong already felt that Man Luo was beautiful enough.

Such pure and clear eyes, such a soft and pleasant voice, such a seductive smile...

He thought that what he saw was good enough.

But he didn't want to, what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg of the other party.

The girl he likes is even more dazzling than his resemblance.

Everyone said that Xu Youyou's enchanting figure and charming appearance were the signature of this Liyuan, Ling Shaohong now only felt that the world was blind.

Miss Jiangyue's appearance, Miss Jiangyue's dance, and Miss Jiangyue's music can't compare to that Xu Youyou.

As Yiren on the stage threw out his water sleeves, Ling Shaohong felt that his thoughts were drifting away.

Ji Quan, who was next to him, had already dropped his jaw in shock. Looking at the beautiful person on the stage, he sighed in disbelief: "It turns out that Miss Jiangyue is the one who hides the most in this pear garden."

As he said that, he leaned closer to Ling Shaohong who was staring at the stage intently, with a coquettish smile on his lips: "Shaohong, I only thought you had unique taste before, but I didn't expect you to have a discerning eye. Xu Youyou is really good, not just a little bit."

Ling Shaohong raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his chin proudly. His tone was reasonable, and even a little proud: "Ms. Jiang is naturally the best!"

Even when he was answering, he didn't move his eyes away.

Seeing Ling Shaohong like this, Ji Quan smiled even more happily, and he leaned back in his chair relaxedly: "Have you experienced the joy of listening to an opera now?"

Before, he tried every means to coax people to listen to the music, but the other party dismissed him.

Now it is more interesting than what he heard.

Listening to Ji Quan's teasing, Ling Shaohong paused, and the corners of his thin lips curled into an undetectable arc: "Before this, I had never been interested in opera, and I don't think I will like these things one day."

"What about now?" Ji Quan asked with great interest.

"Now I understand." Ling Shaohong's narrow and long phoenix eyes showed a faint warmth: "It's not that I didn't like opera before, but it's the one on stage, not the person in my heart."

If he doesn't like someone, he can give that person a cold look no matter what he does.

If it's someone she likes, even if she doesn't do anything, it will still make his heart throb.

Ji Quan's expression became horrified, and it took him a long time to pat his heart: "It's unbelievable that you, the eldest young master of the Ling family, can sometimes be sweet."

Ling Shaohong frowned slightly: "Everything I say is sincere, unlike you."

Ji Quan trembled sourly at his words, and immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I'm hypocritical, I'm not as infatuated as you."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to look at the stage, and admired from the bottom of his heart: "Miss Jiang Yue is so beautiful."

As soon as he said this, he felt a chill beside him, turned his head to look puzzled, and met Ling Shaohong's cold gaze: "You, don't look at it."

"..." Ji Quan was choked by his words, and stared dissatisfiedly: "Shaohong, you are going too far, Miss Jiangyue is not yours, and you don't even let others see, then if I rob you ..."

"You want to snatch it?" Ling Shaohong's voice was so cold that it could almost fall out of ice.

(End of this chapter)