Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 262 Miss Mu is 28 this year
"I haven't been able to get married yet, what can I do?" Fu Ling tugged at her neckline arrogantly, took out her big gold chain, and sighed, "It's too hot here, it's so hot."

As she said that, Fu Ling lifted her foot and took off the boots. The socks were so dirty that they had a few holes.

A few toes are still buckling on the bench, making it impossible to look directly at.

Member Zhou let out a low cough, sat up straight in embarrassment, and asked, "I don't know what kind of man the girl wants to find?"

"Ah, my requirements are not too high." Fuling turned the toothpick, sniffed her lips, and said seriously, "I have money, a big house to live in, and a carriage to pick me up when I go out. Of course, if I have all these, I don't mind." Be a concubine, because I just want to marry someone with a lot of money, who will give me money every day."

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Member Zhou blushed, pursed his lips in embarrassment, and said with a smile, "That's right."

Fuling squatted on the bench, approached Yuanwai Zhou and asked, "I heard that you were the number one scholar before?"

"Yes," Zhou Yuanwai subconsciously leaned back and nodded, "Zhou has devoted himself to studying hard for the past few years, and finally lived up to his expectations and was admitted to the number one scholar."

Fu Ling suddenly realized that she sat down, raised her head and asked, "What is the number one scholar?"

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Zhou Yuanwai looked at her illiterate appearance in disbelief, and said slowly, "It's just an official position."

"Then what is an official position?"

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Zhou Yuanwai didn't want to continue this topic anymore, so he just smiled and said: "Ms. Mu is 28 this year, I really can't tell, then you must have kissed many times, have you never succeeded?"

She said unhappily: "What you said is not accurate at all."

"Ok?"

"I dropped out on the first day of my private school until now. Not only blind dates, I have never succeeded in anything, isn't it amazing?"

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Zhou Yuanwai didn't know how to answer for a while, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and asked with a smile: "What do Miss Mu usually like to do?"

"Then it's time to go to the sea!"

Fu Ling got excited, squatted down on the bench again, took a toothpick and stuck it in the teeth: "Catch bastards, climb tree forks, fight in groups, bully good women, of course, occasionally read books and so on."

"Ah?" Zhou Yuanwai was taken aback.

Fu Ling smiled: "I'm just joking with you, you see how scared I am, how can I read a book!"

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Zhou Yuanwai smiled awkwardly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and took a sip of tea from his teacup.

A shop waiter walked by, Fu Ling picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the table, bluffing: "Why haven't the food been served yet, I'm starving to death, starving to death!"

"The food will be served here, and the food will be served here," Zhou Yuanwai immediately put down his teacup, greeted Xiao Er, and said, "Why are the dishes we ordered not served yet?"

Xiao Er nodded and bowed: "Here we come—"

Fu Ling raised her hand: "I want four bowls of rice!"

Member Zhou stopped her, smiled and said to Xiaoer, "I'll just eat one bowl, not four."

Fu Ling: "That would take five bowls of rice."

Zhou Yuanwai: "."

Is she a pig? One person eats four bowls. . . .

Soon, all kinds of delicacies were served, and the aroma was simply mouth-watering.

Fu Ling stood up helplessly, babbled, reached out and grabbed a big pig's trotter, squatted on the bench and gnawed.

She doesn't have any food at all.

She gnawed off half of such a big greasy pig's trotter, wiped it on the clothes with oily hands, and devoured it hungrily.

She grabbed a handful of shredded fish-flavored pork, and she ate it with great enjoyment, without any restraint.

(End of this chapter)