Chapter 269： Book wearing small world (10)

Chapter 269: Small World Through Books (10)

The old woman's palms were sweaty and pulling Xia Ling's hands made Xia Ling very uncomfortable.

She frowned and sat down by the round table.

When she sat down, the man's gaze was locked on Xia Ling's body. Here, the old lady stood up with a smile.

"Okay, Lord Fan, now the girl Qinghe is here too. If you want to listen to the piano or the song, it will be all right, and the command is that there would be no girl like us!"

She first smiled at the man.

Then Xia Ling was instructed, "Oh, Qinghe, our grandfather Fan, but the famous Jade noodle boy in the capital, would you like to entertain him, don't take it easy, you know?"

The old lady's tone was not polite. Xia Ling's eyes were cold and she did not give her face.

Gently looking at her, she lowered her eyes.

"You ..." The old lady was a bit faceless and wanted to have an attack, but could only bear it.

She glanced at the room. Fan Xiaofan seemed to be sticking to the girl.

In the eyes of the old man's inverted triangle, his eyes flashed.

She quietly exited the room, closed the door to the room, and took a sip.

Very dissatisfied with Xia Ling's face.

Take the little movement of the old man outside the room, the sound into your ears.

Xia Ling cleaned her hands and burned the incense before sitting on the guqin again and fiddled with the strings a few times.

"Gongzi, what do you want to hear?"

Her voice was cold.

Glancing at Fan Gongzi, the whole man's look was faint, and he didn't give him any good looks.

But this fan child seems to like Xia Ling's cold face.

The more she did, the more he looked at her, the more excited the excitement at the bottom of her eyes.

"I want to listen to" Feng Qiu Huang ", Qinghe, will you play me?" He asked affectionately.

That day, he sat in Room No. 1 in Tianzi and watched the girl so affectionately play "Phoenix Phoenix" to that Qinlang, and the ice-snow-like affection still appeared in Fan Yu's heart.

He read the flowers and liked the unique taste.

At the beginning, he was the gold master of Qinghe, and he wanted the ice beauty to show him the most special side.

However, Fan Yu never expected that this ice flower would be broken first.

But it doesn't matter, the things you can't get are destroyed and more pleasant ...

"Don't play." Xia Ling didn't look at him, and struck the strings lightly. "I only play that song for one person."

Fan Yu smiled: "Is that Qinlang?"

His looks are handsome, he looks well dressed, and he is all rich.

In this room, the candlelight was shining, and his vain complexion could already show that he owed too much.

"Well, it's him." Xia Ling glanced at Fan Yu's smiling face.

Very fake, like a viper ...

The smile on Fan Yu's face converged a little bit, and solemnly addressed Xia Lingdao:

"Okay, Qinghe, I respect you. Although I have liked you for so long, as long as you feel happy, it doesn't matter to me."

Glancing at him, Xia Ling said faintly, "Father, you bought me an hour, and you just want to chat with me like that? Or, then I don't have to play the piano, just save some energy."

Xia Ling is Hua Kui, and only one guest is required each day.

Qing Ye, showmanship but not bodywork.

For an hour, chatting and singing can be passed quickly.

At the beginning, the incense that Xia Ling lit by the piano was also a timekeeper. As long as the incense burned out, the hour came to an end.

Fan Yu, who was talking to the heartfelt, was suddenly interrupted by Xia Ling, and his expression was a bit stiff.

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