Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi kept praying in his heart, hoping that Dalinzi would die down as soon as possible.

Lin Pingzhi didn't hear Ning Zhongze's question clearly, so he didn't know how to answer it.

"Ping'er?" Ning Zhong saw that Lin Pingzhi didn't respond.

Her hand gently patted Lin Pingzhi's thigh.

When Ning Zhongze touched Lin Pingzhi's thigh, her cold fingertips accidentally touched Da Linzi.

Lin Pingzhi's whole body trembled.

He quickly looked towards Ning Zhongze.

Ning Zhong quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

Fortunately, it was under the table, and no one else saw it.

She didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to think about that kind of thing while eating.

Although Ning Zhong is not familiar with Dalinzi, he is definitely no stranger to it.

After all, she saw Lin Pingzhi take a bath that time.

Lin Pingzhi quickly looked around, saw that no one was paying attention, immediately pretended he didn't know what to do, and started eating there.

Ning Zhong didn't ask Lin Pingzhi any more, her face was slightly red.

Just when Yue Buqun was going to ask Lin Pingzhi whether it was a coincidence or what happened today, he saw Ning Zhongze who was blushing.

"Junior Sister, are you recovering from your injury? Why is your face so angry." Yue Buqun asked concerned.

Ning Zhong hurriedly wanted to find an excuse, she looked at a plate of dishes on the table.

"This dish is a bit spicy." Ning Zhong replied, and the blush on her face disappeared, "My injury is fine, thank you brother for your concern."

Speaking of Ning Zhong, he looked at Lin Pingzhi again.

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi just stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the dish that Ning Zhongze pointed to just now.

Ning Zhong couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Well, you mediocrity, it's okay to think about those nonsense things when eating, but now you're still pretending to be a normal person.

Qiao Feng saw the way Ning Zhong looked at Lin Pingzhi.

He felt that Ning Zhong seemed to care too much about Lin Pingzhi.

Somewhat unlike the feeling of disciples and mistresses.

But Qiao Feng didn't think too much about it.

After all, Lin Pingzhi was still young, and both his parents died.

Maybe Ningzhong treated Lin Pingzhi like a child.

Mu Renqing, Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou didn't think much about it.

They are all people who know Ning Zhongze better.

Lin Pingzhi was her prospective son-in-law, and in their view, Ning Zhong was right to treat Lin Pingzhi like this.

However, none of them noticed Ning Zhongze's small movements like getting an electric shock earlier.

When Yue Buqun saw Ning Zhong, he insisted that it was all right and did not force him. He looked at Lin Pingzhi.

"Ping'er." Yue Buqun shouted.

Lin Pingzhi's thoughts drifting far away were pulled back to reality in an instant.

"Ah? Master, I'm here." Lin Ping responded subconsciously.

"Ping'er, you are fighting Di Xiu, are you doing it on purpose or are you really about to fall?" Yue Buqun asked.

Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou also looked at Lin Pingzhi.

They are also very curious about this question.

Mu Renqing was not interested, but wanted to hear it.

Only Qiao Feng was a sensible person, he smiled knowingly at Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi is Su Mingyue, his third brother.

What kind of reputation does Su Mingyue have, and what kind of martial arts do I need to talk about?

Lin Pingzhi thought for a while.

"Let's let Ping'er talk about this matter slowly. It is said that half a month ago, Ping'er met a Taoist priest."

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"Taoist?" Yue Buqun was taken aback for a moment.

Ning Zhong also ignored Lin Pingzhi's previous behavior.

"Don't tell me, Ping'er, do you believe in those myths about gods and ghosts?" Feng Buping asked.

Lin Pingzhi smiled.