The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 57
"Master, Miss made an appointment with Master Ran to watch a movie today."

"Master, Miss went to play mahjong with Mrs. Wei today.

"Master, the young lady went horseback riding in the suburbs with the young master today."

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After several days of seeing off Murong Ting like this, Ah Xiang still felt a little uneasy. As soon as it was light today, she opened the gate of the courtyard as usual, and looked at the modest and noble young man who came in morning dew, "Master..."

Ah Xiang suddenly got stuck, needless to say the reason for today's evasion, the lady is still lying on the bed at this moment?
Murong Ting didn't seem to notice Ah Xiang's embarrassment, so he continued with a smile, "Miss made an appointment with Master Ran to ascend today."

How did the young master know about Miss's arrangements for today... Ah Xiang blinked, but after thinking about it, why does the young master have to come to the lady's courtyard every day to know where the lady has gone and what she has done.

He came, nothing more than an attitude.

Seeing that Murong Ting was approaching, Ah Xiang turned sideways to get out of the way.

Murong Ting walked into the courtyard with long legs, Chu Jiu was holding a dogwood and followed behind with a smile, and was caught off guard by A Xiang.

He fell forward and almost threw the dogwood out, but fortunately he reacted in time, it was just a false alarm.

He didn't dare to expose it, and looked at Ah Xiang innocently, saying that he couldn't stop what the young master was going to do!

Murong Ting, who was walking in front, said, "Brother Ran sent someone to tell me last night that he had a few emergency surgeries today and couldn't accompany Qian Qian to climb the heights. I didn't want Qian Qian to be disappointed, so I transferred this morning's class and went to climb Wutong together with her." Mountain."

A Xiang stared and snatched the dogwood from Chu Jiu's hand, caught up with Murong Ting and laughed, "Is that so! Then I'll call Miss."

Murong Ting has strode into the living room and sat down on the couch, "No hurry, bring a cup of chrysanthemum tea, it won't be too late when she wakes up."

Today is Chongyang, the city and the outside are full of festive atmosphere, very lively.

Wutong Mountain is neither high nor low, and it is in the suburbs, which is suitable for Haicheng people to climb, so there is an endless stream of climbers.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is always eye-catching, Murong Qian and the others have attracted the attention of passers-by since they got off the car.

Murong Qian looked like she wanted to conquer Wutong Mountain, got off the car and rushed straight forward, but after climbing less than one-seventh, she took off her coat and slowed down because of the heat.

She is wearing a sky-blue trousers underneath, but it is not accurate to say that they are trousers, because at first glance it is a high-waisted skirt, and when the vivid white feather embroidery on it falls with her climbing steps, you can see her parting pant legs.

When the swing is a little bigger, you can even see her thin white ankles and the edges of her trousers that are turned inward.

Above is a beige waist-shrinking shirt with a large bow on the same silk surface. The whole outfit is playful, elegant and elegant.

People passing by couldn't take their eyes off of it, saying that they were good-looking, and their clothes were also good-looking, more beautiful, modern, and fashionable than the heroines in the new western movies in cinemas.

But the face is not learned by nature, it is always good to learn how to dress.

So a bold female student grabbed Murong Qian and asked, where did she make this dress.

Murong Qian not only said that her clothes were made in Qingyun Department Store's Wucaifeng, but also asked the other party how to change your temperament.

With her good temper, more and more people gathered around her.

Chu Jiu, who was slowly being pushed aside, looked puzzled, squeezed over to Murong Ting's side and said with emotion, "Master, Miss is in a good mood today!"

Murong Ting looked at the person he liked wholeheartedly, his bright eyes were as bright as obsidian, and he said with a smile, "When did you see her climbing a mountain on the Double Ninth Festival?"

(End of this chapter)