Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at the suddenly well-behaved Yu Huaijin. A smile appeared on his lips, "Okay, that's great."

In the open space at this moment, after watching for a while, the students of Suixing Hall noticed that Zhu Weirui and Zhao Rong were both moving their lips slightly, but no sound came from them. Everyone looked at each other, and soon they woke up one after another. The students sighed softly, but although

I couldn't hear what was said, but many people still looked sideways at Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui from time to time. The most important thing was that they were curious about the cup of tea.

Zhao Rong raised the tea cup in his hand, put it next to his nose, and took a sniff. However, he still did not drink it. Instead, he rotated it in his hand and played with it. He raised his eyes, looked at Zhu Weirui, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu, we were on the road just now.

Do you think I look like a fool?"

"Huh?" Zhu Weirui didn't expect him to ask this question.

But she didn't know what she thought of, she pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Zhao Rong with a pair of willow-leaf eyes, "Where is it? Ziyu has a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, eyes like bright stars, and a nose like

He is bold, his lips are greased, his body is long and tall, and his jade trees stand in the wind. In my opinion, if you need to add a sincerity, simplicity and honesty, you don't look like a fool."

She shook her head with an affirmative look on her face, her expression serious.

Zhao Rong turned the teacup with his right hand, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and glared at her.

"Puch."
Chapter completed!