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Chapter 172 'Peach Blossom'

Seeing Yang Feifei leaving in a state of disappointment, An Zhinan sighed.

Luo Hua You Qing Liu Shui Wu Wu Wu, but he was not a leader, so he really didn't dare to respond.

Yang Feifei walked back to her sisters, looked back at An Zhinan who had closed her eyes, and bit her lips full of unwillingness.

"Feifei, what's the matter?" A woman in light green clothes quickly approached Yang Feifei and asked curiously.

Yang Feifei shook her head in disappointment, and said in a low voice, "It's probably because I talk too much, which made Mr. Chen impatient."

"What do you talk too much? You usually talk too little. I think that Mr. Chen must be putting on airs to attract your attention. Our Feifei is beautiful and charming. Which man would not like it? Let's just ignore him." .”

Yang Feifei blushed even more when she was told by her friend, she lowered her head and said weakly: "I think Mr. Chen's conversation is extraordinary, and it must be because he was tired that he didn't want to talk too much. Xiaolan, you must have misunderstood."

"There's no misunderstanding. If you ask me, he's just putting on airs. You don't see him dressed like that noble man. It's hard for you to excuse him like this."

Yang Feifei frowned slightly, looked at An Zhinan's direction again, shook her head and said: "I don't think Mr. Chen is that kind of person. Although he pretends to be ordinary, he has an outstanding temperament and speaks softly and politely. It's the people you mentioned."

Wen Lan curled her lips, moved her head closer to Yang Feifei, and joked: "I think you fell in love with him at first sight, and you don't know much about him when you speak for him like this. Besides, my elder brother can say that, most men just see you." You ungrateful person, don't be deceived by his appearance, if you are really that lustful person, then don't cry to me."

"Xiao Lan!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it's over."

An Zhinan didn't know what was going on here, and he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

After bumping for half a day, the convoy didn't stop until lunch time.

Hearing a few people yelling about making a fire and cooking, An Zhinan slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Feifei trotting towards him with her skirt in hand.

"Master Chen, you're awake, we're going to light a fire and cook, do you want to join us?"

An Zhinan shook his head without even thinking about it: "Thank you, I brought dry food, so I won't bother you, thank you Miss Yang for your kindness."

Yang Feifei was a little disappointed, she bit her lips and said, "It's so uncomfortable to eat dry food. We are all about the same age. You don't have to worry about Mr. Chen. Let's go together."

"Miss Yang is kind enough to Chen Yan, but she was a little full in the morning. I am not hungry now. I see a source of water in front of me. I will go wash up and leave." After speaking, An Zhinan walked away quickly, as if a wolf was chasing after him. like.

Yang Feifei looked at the back of An Zhinan who was running away and stomped her feet, then turned around and sat down beside her friend.

Seeing that her friend came back disappointed, Wen Lan immediately knew that she was just rejected, and couldn't help but joked: "Let me just say it, then Mr. Chen will definitely not come, after all, we are only traveling together, not like the few of us." , we all know the basics, you, it’s better not to worry about others, anyway, we will separate when we arrive in Fucheng.”

"I don't have any other thoughts, I just think Mr. Chen is a worthy person."

Wen Lan's perceptive eyes fell on her friend, and she agreed with a smile: "Yes, yes, you just want to make friends with Mr. Chen, you have no other intentions."

Over there, An Zhinan rushed to the river, took out the kettle hanging from his waist and filled it with water, then took out a piece of snack from the space and ate it slowly.

He didn't get up until he noticed the movement over there, and then went back, ignoring the eager eyes, and calmly returned to his seat and sat down.

Wen Lan looked at An Zhinan's figure and rolled her eyes, whispered a few words to the person next to her, and then pulled Yang Feifei to walk straight towards An Zhinan.

"Xiaolan, what are you doing?"

Wen Lan raised his chin, and said with a smile: "What else can you do, you are here hoping that people won't come over, since you want to talk, then let's go over, so as to save you from making yourself uncomfortable along the way, It just so happened that I also wanted to see who this Mr. Chen is, who has fascinated you so much."

Hearing this, Yang Feifei quickly looked at An Zhinan, her cheeks became more and more red as she got closer, and she unconsciously covered her chest, feeling her heart was about to jump into her throat.

"Master Chen, I'm Feifei's good sister, my name is Wen Lan, do you mind if we sit here?" Without waiting for An Zhinan's reaction, Wen Lan sat down directly opposite An Zhinan.

An Zhinan glanced at Wenlan calmly, then nodded at the two of them: "The two girls can do whatever they want."

"Mr. Chen Chen, I'm sorry to bother you."

Seeing her friend's hopeless appearance, Wen Lan wanted to slap her to wake her up. She wanted to give her a look, but seeing that Yang Feifei had never looked away from Mr. Chen, she felt sullen.

Wen Lan turned her head to look at An Zhinan who was silent, bared her big white teeth and said, "Mr. Chen, your accent doesn't sound like a local. I don't know where Mr. Chen lives?"

"I grew up in the capital since I was a child," anyway, the two of them had never been to the capital, so it was up to An Zhinan to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"The capital? It's quite far away. Feifei and I haven't been to the capital yet. I heard that there are countless people at the foot of the imperial city. It seems that Mr. Chen is very low-key."

An Zhinan just smiled and didn't answer.

Wen Lan rolled her eyes, and asked again: "I think Mr. Chen is about fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the age for marriage. I wonder if the elders in the family have urged him?"

Xu felt that Wen Lan's words were too blunt or rude, so Yang Feifei said again and again: "Xiao Lan speaks bluntly, I hope Mr. Chen will forgive me."

Although An Zhinan had never experienced a relationship, he had seen it anyway. From the very beginning, he knew that Yang Feifei was interested in him. If he was not sure before, then Wen Lan's questioning would confirm it.

An Zhinan didn't want to cause trouble, let alone hurt the innocent woman, so he nodded directly and said: "The elders in the family never urged, it's just because I'm already engaged, and we can only get married in two years when I'm more mature."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Feifei's face turned pale, and the embroidered handkerchief in her hand was twisted into shape.

Wen Lan was shocked, and subconsciously turned her head to look at her good sister. Seeing that she was holding back her tears and not speaking, she immediately felt distressed.

"We're not here to disturb Mr. Chen's rest," he said, getting up and pulling Yang Feifei away.

An Zhinan glanced at the backs of the two leaving, pursed his lips and wondered what he was thinking.

Wenlan pulled Yang Feifei to a place where no one else was around, watched her finally burst into tears, and comforted her repeatedly: "Don't be sad, but it's not too late to know now, and you haven't fallen too deep, that one Mr. Chen seems to be an honest person, he is really different from those stinky men, don't be sad, there are many good men in the world, and you will definitely meet a good man in the future."

Yang Feifei buried her head in Wenlan's chest, sobbing.

(End of this chapter)