My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

"Huh?" Wei Wan's eyes stopped at the mouth of the cup for a moment, quite casually. When he raised his eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Rong Xian and Wei Ban who were facing each other tit for tat. He raised his distant eyebrows and was a little surprised, "Brother, this is Are you questioning me?"

"A-Wan's words make it difficult for Brother A-Wan to continue talking. However," Rong Xian's five fingers were high-handed, rubbing the rim of the tea cup with his thumb pads, "Why don't A-Wan stop asking the last question?"

"At the right time, Ah Wan responded: If it's what I taught you, what should I do if it's not what I taught you?"

"What's the difference?" Wei Wan looked sideways with interest. Maybe he had been staring at a certain place for a long time, and his eyes were a little sour. He could only vaguely see a smile on the person's face, but he couldn't see it clearly or detect it. The true meaning is to follow Rong Xian's words and say, "What if it is?"

"If it is taught by A Wan, then it must be an excellent one, witty, eloquent, eloquent, not afraid of the oppression of power, and strives for a place," Rong Xian tilted his head, leaning his elbows on the edge of the table, and his forearms hanging upwards. , his fingers are still holding the mouth of the cup, his posture is seductive, and his tone is leisurely.

There was a hint of understanding on Wei Wan's lips. Even though he guessed Rong Xian's next words, he still followed him and finished with: "That's what it is, isn't it?"

Rong Xian seemed to have already made up the draft for abdominal beating, without a trace of hesitation. The syllables were like beads falling on a jade plate, crisp and loud. In other words, when Rong Xian led Wei Wan down to the pit, he had already thought about how to weave a plan. What a beautiful net, "A man from a wealthy family who is cunning, arrogant, disrespectful, has no etiquette, and has bad habits."

Wei Wan was not surprised by what Rong Xian said. His tolerance for her was to the point where it was unbearable. Such self-righteous favoritism was not surprising.

Ke Weiban was different. It was obviously the first time he had seen such biased speech. He just didn't cover it up and acted as tyrannical and unreasonable as he should be.

"Little aunt," Wei Ban rolled up his sleeves and put his hands behind his back, feeling a little sullen. "This is the sweet date that ordinary people call me. I gave it to you after a slap!"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! It's an insult to politeness! No, you are simply shameless!" Wei Ban waved his sleeves and was laughed at by Rong Xian. He angrily lit a fire on the spot to cheer himself up, "In front of my face, I did the same thing behind my back. On the surface, he says that A Ying is eloquent and eloquent, but what he actually means is that he is cunning and cunning! Little aunt, you have always been resourceful and resourceful, but you must not let him fool you with just one sweet date!"

"Didn't my little aunt often tell Ah Ying that no matter how sweet other people's dates are, they are not our own. We can't tell whether the dates inside are poison or medicine." Wei Ban ran towards Wei Wan, grabbing Holding the corner of the sleeve, his eyes brushed Wei Wan's shoulder and looked at Rong Xian, "We have to rely on ourselves to satisfy ourselves. The promises made by others can only be used as flower stands. The melon seedlings will collapse if they climb up. How reliable is it?"

Wei Ban's words were so clear that they created a boundary between Rong Xian and Wei Wan, and he was the one standing on the same side as Wei Wan.

Rong Xian leaned over, his body directly pressed against Wei Wan's back, his chin resting on the slightly thinned shoulder, his arms wrapped around Wei Wan's waist, and he raised his eyes, which seemed both good and evil. , lazy and leisurely: "What you said is just a rotten date core,"

"And the sweet dates in your little aunt's arms never need others to give them. There is no reason, no surprise, I want to give everything I have to her," Rong Xian's tone was indifferent, detached and nonchalant. , but scattered in Wei Wan's ears, lingered in his heart, and echoed for a long time.

"She never needs to ask for sweetness from others, let alone stand on the fragile melon and vine frame of thorns. I am willing to nourish her with my blood."

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