Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Listening to the voice, Zhou Qingying looked up and saw the young man who had already walked over, and greeted eagerly, "Little Ci'er is here, come and have a seat."

The girl added a chair for him, Zhou Tairong looked at him and smiled playfully, "Why are you here to listen to the fun?"

Song Ci treated him as air, jumped over him to look at the lady who was talking next to him.

When Jin Lian saw Song Ci, she was very polite, "Yo, Ci, you're back, I haven't seen you for two years, but you're so handsome."

"You don't need to be polite, you already know you don't want to make such fools." Zhou Tairong teased Hua'er's chin with his hand, making the person in his arms blush.

Jin Lian laughed, "I'm happy to tell Ci'er that, but you don't care."

"Look at your rambunctious smile. If you don't know it, you think you've taken a fancy to him. He looks so young. He's still in his teens, isn't he?" Zhou Tairong turned his head to look at Song Ci, his eyes full of jokes.

Song Ci's face was a little displeased, "Twenty next month."

Zhou Tairong smiled even more happily, "Sure enough, he is still a child, why don't you call your brothers and sisters to listen to us?"

Zhou Qingying's heart tightened instantly when he heard it, and he stretched out his hand to pat the back of Zhou Tairong's head, "Tairong, what nonsense are you talking about, you are his little uncle, why are you so out of shape?"

Jin Lian was also really shocked. It would be fine for someone else to say that, but he is Song Ci. His father is a warlord and commander in power in the capital, but here he is equivalent to an emperor. Riding on his old man's head.

Besides, he is the real prince, the sweetheart who is held in the palm of his hand, Song Shenglin is the only seedling, Zhou Tairong angered Song Ci by saying this, how can he make it better?

Zhou Tairong seemed to feel that what he said was wrong, just as he was about to say something, Song Ci looked at him playfully instead.

"You really want to hear it?"

Zhou Tairong quickly changed his words, "You are the master, how could you?"

"Me?" Song Ci laughed, her peach blossom eyes were staring at Zhou Tairong, there was no wave in the bottom of her pupils, and frost could even be seen from the cold, "Your beauty is not as good as Fourth Master."

Song Ci was like this, and Zhou Tairong didn't care about it and said casually, "Hey, my little nephew is really annoying me."

"Hey, didn't you just talk about Shen Yu, why did it get here?" Zhou Tairong felt that the atmosphere was a little quiet and immediately opened his mouth.

Everyone looked at this son, and was a little silent.

I still don't know who said this.

Jin Lian smiled, raised her hand and continued, "Didn't you just say that Shen Yu, there are many people who like him, and even more people want to sleep with him, but he is a chaste and strong woman who only sells her art but not her body. Just forget about it."

Jin Lian raised her hand to Zhou Tairong's forehead to let him not get so close to her, and said again: "Especially you, let alone Shen Yu, even I can't look down on a playboy like you, what a fool!" A good skin."

When Jin Lian was talking, she forgot that there was Hua'er. Hua'er was a little embarrassed for a while, she buried her face in Zhou Tairong's arms, and the smell of Longjing tea and men on her body made her blush and her eyes moisten.

Zhou Tairong touched her face and kissed her, "Don't mind Hua'er, she didn't mean you."

Jin Lian patted her on the back, "Don't worry, girl, I'm just talking about Zhou Tairong, I hope he will have a happy life with you in the future."

Hua'er nodded softly.

Song Ci looked aside, if he didn't want to hear what they were talking about, he wouldn't want to sit here and watch Zhou Tairong and his wife love each other.

"When did you marry?"

Zhou Tairong didn't want Song Ci to feel comfortable in his heart, "Get married on March [-]."

Song Ci's birthday...

It was obvious that she didn't want him to have a good time.

Song Ci pursed her lips, "The day was chosen well."

"Isn't it?" Zhou Tairong became proud instead.

Song Shenglin wasn't here this week, Tairong committed suicide and Zhou Qingying didn't bother to care about it.

Jin Lian waved her hand, "What a great day, it just happens to be Ci'er's birthday, so I'm more happy than happy."

She can talk.

Song Ci glanced at Jin Lian, he didn't know when he had such a good relationship with this group of people.

"Sister Jinlian, you continue to talk about what you said just now, and I feel uncomfortable listening to it halfway through." A noble lady next to her, waving a golden fan, said.

Jin Lian smiled and blocked it with a handkerchief, pinching her fingertips, "Sister, you are the most anxious."

"Then I'm going to talk about it. Let's just say that Shen Yu has a big boss on the list, and he goes in and out of the Xiangge once a week."

"Xiangge?" Song Ci didn't know what this place was.

"In an elegant place, sentiment is the most important thing. Some nobles like to mess around. What can they do there for a day and a night? It's just for people to sleep." Jin Lian continued, "I also heard that this Shen Yu always The first time I came out, I was dripping with sweat, and even my voice was hoarse~"

Song Ci suddenly lost interest when he heard it, got up, said a few words and left.

What Jin Lian said just now was all over his head, thinking of that scene and thinking of that beautiful woman, he felt a little dry for no reason, and the tip of his tongue touched his teeth.

Shen Yu, he really...

A person who bumped into the front without paying attention, Song Ci felt that this person was really short-sighted.

Looking up at the man, those amber eyes were brightly colored and the patterns were clear and clear. The temperature of the pupils was very low, and the light shone into his eyes, and even his lips were pursed. Not scattered."

Then he said again, "Why are you here again?"