The black-bellied bamboo horse and the sharp-hearted pet: girl, you are so sweet

Chapter 48

After walking for another 10 minutes, Ling Qianheng came to a very classic house.

Le Muhan looked at this tall house, tilted his head and asked strangely, "Brother Qianheng, why did you bring me here?"

Ling Qianheng didn't speak, but raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a servant opened the door and came out.Opening the courtyard door, he said respectfully, "Young Master Ling, our Patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time."

Ling Qianheng nodded, took Le Muhan's hand and went in.

After entering the back room, Le Muhan could clearly smell the faint scent of sandalwood, which refreshed the mind.

Moreover, the interior decoration is made of mahogany, which is very delicate.

One can tell at a glance that this is a family who loves mahogany classics.

Le Muhan's eyes rolled around looking at the furnishings and construction of the house.

Who knew that Ling Qianheng just knocked Le Muhan's little head so directly.

Le Muhan directly whispered, "Brother Qianheng, it hurts so much!"

Ling Qianheng stared at her, "It's a very bad behavior for you to look around like this! I have to help you change it."

Le Muhan was wronged, pouted in dissatisfaction, and complained silently: "Then you shouldn't hit me on the head!"

He brought Le Muhan into the living room.

A man was sitting on the sofa. He was making tea at this time, and the coffee table next to him was lit with incense, which was entwined with the mist of hot water.

Wisps of thin smoke shrouded him hazyly, as if he seemed to be cultivating immortals at the moment!

Ling Qianheng first bowed respectfully, and then said, "Hello, Teacher Ouyang."

Le Muhan looked at Ling Qianheng in bewilderment.

Ouyang Mo raised his head from the faint smoke, put down the small teapot in his hand, and put the incense on another coffee table.

He waved enthusiastically, "Come on, come here quickly. Try the tea I just made."

Ling Qianheng led Le Muhan over and sat on the sofa.

With a slight smile on his face, the slender hand held up the teacup.

Ling Qianheng first smelled the rich tea fragrance, and praised: "This tea fragrance seems to be stronger than last time."

Ouyang Mo Lehe, "You still smell it."

Ling Qianheng didn't answer, took a sip, and put down the teacup.

Ouyang Mo asked anxiously, "How is it?"

"The tea this time seems to be better than the last time..." Ling Qianheng paused, and made a fool of himself.

Ouyang Mo was so anxious, "You should hurry up."

Ling Qianheng chuckled, "The fragrance of the tea is stronger than last time, and of course this tea will not be that bad. Compared with the last time, you can feel the strong tea fragrance in the mouth, and the taste buds It is also satisfying.”

Hearing this praise, Ouyang Mo laughed loudly: "It's better that you said it!"

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." Ling Qianheng was very reserved.

Le Muhan was even more confused when he heard the conversation between the two.

He glanced at the tea Ling Qianheng just drank, a small bowl of green tea.

Isn't this green tea?Is it as nice as brother Qianheng said?Le Muhan thought to himself.

Ouyang Mo looked at Le Muhan and said kindly, "Would you like a drink?"

Le Muhan looked at Ouyang Mo, shaking his hands, "No need, I won't drink."

Ling Qianheng said, "You can pour her a glass."

Ouyang Mo then poured a cup for Le Muhan, so it was hard for Le Muhan to refuse.

Picking up the quilt and taking a sip, the strong tea fragrance is all released, giving the taste buds a different experience.

But why is it so hard later on?
Le Muhan's small face was wrinkled, his mouth was pursed, and he held Ling Qianheng's clothes with his small hand, and whispered, "Brother Qianheng, is there any water? It's so bitter..."

　ps: The description of the scene is all up to my imagination, don’t complain, I know I can’t write well ︿●
　　
　
(End of this chapter)