Dressed as the palm of the nemesis prince

Chapter 63 Routines and Counter Routines
"Come on, I'm happy today, I'll make some side dishes! Sit down!"

The Eight Immortals table made of Guteng wood was moved to the center of the courtyard, and Mr. Yun was fidgeting about it.

Gu Yijin, Ah Hang, and Xiao Jing were all dumbfounded. Is this enthusiastic and familiar old man in front of him really the rumored hermit, Mr. Gao Renyun?

What kind of magical power does this Lin Chuchu have, that he can get Mr. Yun's blue eyes, and make him sing a little song, wishing he could jump up and down and cook for them.

Gu Yijin felt that his sense of admiration for poetic immortals was gradually collapsing, and the culprit who caused his three views to shake was sitting beside him.

"Oh, old man Yun, don't make it too grand. Eat whatever is fresh in the field. I see that the dried bamboo shoots hanging outside your house are drying well. Fry one for me." Lin Chuchu grabbed the fried peanuts on the table , and don't treat yourself as an outsider at all.

However, Mr. Yun was so happy to get her dried bamboo shoots: "You really know how to eat! My dried bamboo shoots, ouch, you won't be able to hold back your haha ​​later."

Then he happily went into the house to cook the dishes. After a while, the aroma of the dishes was overflowing, which really aroused the greediness of the young people in the courtyard.

When the old man Yun heard his accent, he was an old iron in the northeast, and he was enthusiastic.Lin Chuchu thought: I guess he can make a whole table of dishes, but I am already hungry, so I set my eyes on the grape rack that I have been coveting for a long time.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Gu Yijin saw Lin Chuchu get up.

Lin Chuchu stared at the overripe grapes with bright eyes, and reached out to pick a bunch.

"Mr. Jiayun didn't let you..." Gu Yijin looked at her with a headache, Lin Chuchu really didn't treat herself as an outsider.

"Old man Yun!" Lin Chuchu had already tasted several grapes under the grape trellis before she raised her head and shouted into the room: "I'll pick you some grapes to eat, don't you mind?"

"Eat whatever you want! Old girl, you can take a few bites first, and let those two men pick more for you!" Mr. Yun slammed and ate in the house, shaking his spoon, saying that you can eat the fruits and vegetables in my yard as you like. eat.

Lin Chuchu held the bunch of sweet grapes, walked back while eating, and deliberately handed a grape to Gu Yijin's mouth: "How about it, didn't I say it before, he still has to pick grapes for me to eat, Don't eat if you have the ability."

Gu Yijin raised his eyebrows, seeing the grape and green onion finger that Lin Chuchu provocatively brought to his mouth, his obsidian-like eyes flashed.

Lin Chuchu just wanted to take back the grapes that teased him, but in the next second——

As soon as Gu Yijin lowered his head, he took her hand and swallowed the grapes into his mouth, his cool lips and teeth brushed across Lin Chuchu's fingertips ambiguously.

Lin Chuchu immediately felt that her head was down, like a sculpture, standing there motionless, leaving only a pair of beautiful eyes staring at Gu Yijin in horror.

Just, just now, did his lips and tongue...

"Well, these grapes are quite sweet and taste good." Gu Yijin said with a hint of a wicked smile on his lips.

Ah Hang and Xiao Jing, who were sitting beside them, were engrossed in counting the peanuts in the small plate.

See no evil, speak no evil, and listen no evil, we are low-key little transparent in the dust.

By the way, is this nagging Miss Lin about to fall into the affectionate temptation of our third prince?Ah Hang silently guessed the next "plot direction" in his heart.

Who knows, the next second——

"Fuck! Gu Yijin, are you sick!" Lin Chuchu came back to her senses, and then roared with grief, indignation and despair.

The three people sitting around the table looked confused, what... what's going on?Why not develop the plot according to the common sense of shyness?

Gu Yijin is also puzzled by the Second Monk Zhang, am I sick?

"You eat a grape, and the saliva is still on my hand! Huh~ It's so dirty!"

Lin Chuchu groaned, and then unceremoniously rubbed her hand on Gu Yijinyue's white shirt: "Your unhygienic habit is really bad! It's too bad Already!"

　Lin Chuchu: Mom, he messed with my hands! ! !Dirty!
　　Gu Yijin: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)