Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 870 What Do You Think?

"Of course!"

The little monk of Hanyuan Temple frowned, then raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhaoge in front of him, and then became even more displeased.

This girl looks good-looking, so she doesn't have any sense of propriety or shame.

"Then where should I go with my husband to do shameful things?"

Afterwards, Fu Zhaoge's crimson lips curled up, his phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his tone was lazy and elegant, mixed with a little banter.

"I'm a child, you ask me what to do!"

When the little monk heard this, his eyes widened even more, wondering if he is still young?
How can you ask him about such a thing?

"Then you don't tell me, how do I know where to do such a shameful thing."

Fu Zhaoge pretended to be puzzled, and frowned. The enchanting look in his eyes made even the young monk in front of him stunned.

This woman really looks like a disaster.

"Qing Fu, don't be rude."

Not far away, there was a sudden sound, and after hearing it, the little monk Qingfu yelled that he was not good, and even hurriedly moved his bucket, and then hurriedly carried it in front of the man.

"Master..."

Qing Fu carefully looked at the person in front of her, her eyes still flashing with cunning.

Seeing this, Fu Zhaoge curled his lips, raised his eyes and looked at the monk in front of him carefully.

"I don't know how to call Master?"

The monk in front of him has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and there is a bit of tranquility and peace in his body, which makes people want to get closer to him involuntarily.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Qingtong."

Qingtong glanced at Fu Zhaoge and Wen Yanya, then hooked the corners of his lips, then stretched out his hand to touch Qingfu's head, and then said with a smile, "Qingfu is still young and doesn't know about the accident, I hope you two don't blame me."

"Master Qingtong was joking."

Fu Zhaoge chuckled, then raised his eyebrows and said, "My husband and I intend to go to the monastery to buy some sesame oil money. It's only the first time we come to Hanyuan Temple. I wonder if master can show us the way?"

"Of course it is possible, with little effort,"

Qingtong nodded, looking at Qingfu with helpless eyes, but then shook his head, signaling to Qingfu, don't do this in the future.

Seeing this, Qing Fu also felt a little guilty, and naturally nodded like pounding medicine.

"Two benefactors, please follow me."

Qing Tong walked ahead to lead the way, and simply took over the bucket for Qing Fu, holding Qing Fu's hand with the other hand.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Fu Zhaoge curled his lips, but thought otherwise.

"What are you thinking?"

Wen Yanya, who was already disturbed by this matter, naturally felt uncomfortable, especially when he saw Fu Zhaoge even staring at Qingtong, he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Even a monk can't see it that way.

Moreover, this Qingtong looks good, if it is a mortal man, this must be Mr. Qianqian, very handsome.

"Don't you find it strange?"

Fu Zhaoge then asked for no reason.

"What's strange?"

Wen Yanya then turned to look at Fu Zhaoge.

"It's nothing."

Fu Zhaoge bent his lips, and then looked at Wen Yanya in a blink of an eye, the banter in his eyes became more intense, and then he looked at a certain party intentionally or unintentionally, "Will Yaya feel uncomfortable?"

"What do you think?"

When Wen Yanya heard this, Qingjun's brows and eyes became even darker, and his eyes glanced coolly at Fu Zhaoge, who was gloating at the side.

But this love-acridine-desire is the best way for a woman to get away.

In the future, he will definitely want Fu Zhaoge to taste this difficult taste.

"Ya Ya, let's go quickly, otherwise we may not be able to reach Hanyuan Temple until the sun goes down."

(End of this chapter)