As the old world Li Furong, she was very confused at this time. The night was already dark, but Li Furong had not yet rested, not only her, but Li Xiaoyao.

Because of her unexpected coma, she and Li Xiaoyao were incompetent and the other had no intention of cleaning the store. After a while, there was naturally more dust. She had to worry about it, not to mention that at this time, she had another purpose.

Aunt Li, who had worked hard since she recovered from a serious illness, worked hard to wipe the table on the floor twice, as if she wanted to remove the paint on the surface of the table.

But she was just working hard, but her mind no longer looked on the table under the rag, but from time to time she turned her eyes to the only room on the second floor with lights, which was the room where Ying Zheng was staying.

"Hey, we've wiped it twice, when will we wipe it?" Li Xiaoyao, who took care of the other person's mood as much as possible, could not help it at this time. It was too difficult for him.

"Do you wipe it a lot twice? If you don't clean it, how can you attract business?" Li Furong scolded Li Xiaoyao in a voice.

"It looks like you are talking about business." Li Xiaoyao muttered.

"Hey, why don't Miss Ling'er come out yet?" Li Furong saw Li Xiaoyao admit defeat, and came to Li Xiaoyao with a little satisfaction and asked.

"She won't come out." Li Xiaoyao looked up at the room where the lights were on.

"What did you say?" Li Furong couldn't hide the shock in her heart, and her voice unconsciously increased several times.

"Shh." Li Xiaoyao was shocked when he saw his aunt's reaction so much.

"What do you mean?" Li Furong said in a low voice.

"Miss Ling'er likes that big brother, can't you tell me aunt?" Li Xiaoyao also lowered his voice as he imitated his aunt.

"I can see that, but Miss Ling'er couldn't be what you said. How could she stay overnight in a man's room?" Li Furong only felt that her three views were about to be refreshed.

"No, no, Miss Ling'er is definitely not that kind of girl. She might have been deceived too." Li Furong seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and walked towards the stairs anxiously in the knowing.

"What are you going to do?" Li Xiaoyao quickly grabbed Li Furong when he saw this.

"Can't you still see it? Miss Ling'er was cheated? Do you have the heart to watch our benefactor being deceived like this?" Li Furong grabbed Li Xiaoyao with her backhand and stepped on the steps of the stairs.

"How do you know that Miss Ling'er was deceived, not willingly?" Li Xiaoyao stood in the distance without moving under Li Furong's pull.

When Li Furong was anxious, she couldn't help but use some internal strength when she saw that Li Xiaoyao could not move, but what she didn't expect was that Li Xiaoyao was still motionless.

Li Furong didn't know what the sloppy Taoist priest who she looked down on gave Li Xiaoyao. It was because she looked down on drunkards like Jiu Jianxian that she also classified Ying Zheng as a cheating person. Under the preconceived situation, even if she saw the gold, silver and jade inlaid on the scabbard of the sword in Ying Zheng's hand, she just thought that Ying Zhengjing used some fakes to decorate the storefront to deceive the little girl. Even if she saw Zhao Ling'er's intimacy with Ying Zheng, she just wanted to think that Ying Zheng was taking advantage of Zhao Ling'er's simplicity and ignorance.

But Li Xiaoyao was different. After seeing the power of the Jiu Jianxian, his understanding of Ying Zheng's identity and strength was no longer the same as Li Furong. He knew that the person who could have a great conversation with his master and could make Zhao Linger miss him day and night would definitely not be an ordinary person.

Therefore, when faced with the same thing, Li Furong was already anxious, but he was different. Although he had regrets, he did not have too many feelings. If he had, he would probably only have blessings.

Not to mention Ying Zheng for now, Zhao Ling'er is indeed a girl that can be loved by anyone. Even if you know that this girl cannot belong to you, you will sincerely hope that she can live a better life.

"Even if you are willing, you may be obsessed with it for a moment, and we cannot sit idly by it." Li Furong insisted.

Li Xiaoyao looked at his aunt helplessly. He didn't know when his aunt was so anxious and righteous, but could he take care of her?

Li Xiaoyao, who thought that what he learned was the truth, naturally could not let his aunt do such abrupt things, so he could only hold her back at all and quickly live his thoughts in his mind, hoping to use words to stop what his aunt wanted to do.

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While the two men downstairs were convincing each other, the room upstairs did not appear as they imagined. Ying Zheng and Zhao Ling'er were sitting at the tea table chatting.

Of course, Zhao Ling'er has always been saying that Ying Zheng just occasionally interjected a few words.

"The two people downstairs seem to be arguing about something?" Ying Zheng asked suddenly.

Zhao Linger, who felt a little dry mouth because she had been talking for too long, felt a little embarrassed. She realized that she seemed to be talking too much.

Zhao Ling'er, who was a little embarrassed, touched the teapot on the table to hide her. When she lifted it up, she realized that the only empty teapot in her hand was a little bit embarrassing.

What can relieve Zhao Linger's embarrassment is Ying Zheng's problem. If Ying Zheng wants to be more considerate, even a mature woman with a delicate mind like a purple girl can't stand it, let alone a simple girl who is ignorant of the world.

"It seems like we are arguing something, but we are outsiders after all, so we can't ask more questions." Zhao Ling'er answered after taking Ying Zheng's question.

"Outsider." Ying Zheng pondered Zhao Ling'er's words and looked at Zhao Ling'er with a hint of teasing.

"I'm an outsider." Facing Ying Zheng's eyes, Zhao Ling'er tried her best to tighten her face so that Ying Zheng would not see the panic in her heart.

"You are right, they are outsiders." Ying Zheng said solemnly.

But Ying Zheng's solemnity made Zhao Ling'er even more embarrassed. However, although Ying Zheng enjoyed Zhao Ling'er's embarrassment at this time, he also knew the reason why he could stop.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest." Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Ying Zheng not taking advantage of the victory to pursue him, but then she felt that she was stupid. What she had to cover up was her truest thought.

"It's a bit late." Ying Zheng stood up and said.

"Then I'll go back first, see you tomorrow." Zhao Ling'er also stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute." When Zhao Ling'er had already put his hand on the door bolt, Ying Zheng grabbed Zhao Ling'er's little hand on the door bolt.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ling'er turned around and said.

"Your lips are a little dry." Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at Zhao Linger's slightly opened lips in front of him. He looked very cute, pink and full of fleshy texture.

"Yes, but at this time, I'm not bothering others to boil water." Zhao Ling'er said with some annoyance.

"I have a way." Ying Zheng said seriously.

"Really? Yes, you must have a solution." Zhao Ling'er said happily.

"But, what's the solution?"

"Shh, don't talk." Ying Zheng pressed his hands on Zhao Ling'er's shoulder and said.

"Yes." Zhao Ling'er quickly closed her mouth when she heard this and pursed her hard.

In Zhao Ling'er's sight, Ying Zheng's face became bigger and bigger, knowing that it filled her entire sight. At this time, her lips were also captured by Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ling'er who was still staring at her eyes. This was the first time he saw such an interesting girl. Even though the Honglian was very young, her theoretical knowledge was extremely rich. This was the first time Ying Zheng saw such a reaction like Zhao Ling'er.

For a moment, I didn't know whether it was because I was attracted by the softness between my lips or just simply enjoying Zhao Linger's simple and curious eyes, but no matter which reason, there was only one result, that was that Ying Zheng was reluctant to let go.

It was unknown how long it took Ying Zheng to let go of the hand pressed on Zhao Ling'er's shoulders, and Zhao Ling'er in front of him was even more drunk and fell dizzy in Ying Zheng's arms.

"I may be really sleepy." At this time, Zhao Ling'er, who only felt dizzy in her head, leaned against Ying Zheng's chest and murmured.

"Just take a little slow down." Ying Zheng hugged Zhao Ling'er's well-hidden snake waist with one hand, and the other hand wiped Zhao Ling'er's lips, which were no longer dry but too moist, and wiped off the saliva that was shining with a faint halo under the candlelight.
Chapter completed!