By the way, how many years has Yang Yuying not been criticized like this?

Even when she was almost pissed to death by Chen Ruobin and Zhao Jin in her previous life, she had never been criticized like this.

Chen Ruobin is polite outside at least, and seems to want to reason in front of her.

As for Zhao Jin, what she has always shown is uneasiness and pain, and she wants to return Chen Ruobin to Yang Yuying, but she just can't do it.

She has always been "humble" and "poor" in front of Yang Yuying, and has always been polite.

Yang Yuying is resentful and hated, and those dislikes and resentment are mostly in the dark.

Even Zhao Jin's hostility towards her was just a shadow and never appeared on the surface.

Yang Yuying really doesn’t understand what happened to the young lady in front of her?

Cui Ling's appearance is indeed not very popular with girls. Her delicate temperament is too easy for women to feel threatened, but in Cui Ling's memory, she is quite afraid of Jiang Wan, dare not disobey at all, and she has never offended her.

Yang Yuying pondered for a moment, and was surprised. She was not surprised or angry. She just hugged her shoulders with her hands, looked at Jiang Wan up and down a few times, and suddenly sneered, "Miss Jiang, do you want to find a mirror to look at it and see what your face looks like now? Haha, it's so ugly that it's disgusting."

Jiang Wan's head buzzed, and she jumped up with anger, raised her hand and slapped her.

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows and raised her hand inadvertently. Before she could bounce Jiang Wan's wrist, Song Sheng stepped in front of her and reached out to grab Jiang Wan's arm. Her face sank, and there was anger in her eyes.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

He was probably really angry and couldn't control his strength for a moment. Jiang Wan's arm hurt because of the scratch. Tears in her eyes dripped, but she was so stubborn that she refused to cry and said coldly, "I, I'm happy! Who are you, you can stand up for her?"

oh!

Yang Yuying sighed in her heart, a little regretful. If Jiang Wan had just taken action, well, maybe she would have been able to be purified for a few days.

But now she was too lazy to move when she was going to teach Jiang Wan a lesson through Song Sheng.

Looking up at Jiang Wan's anger, her face flushed, and she immediately understood.

It turns out to be for men!

Alas, why is the reality so bloody!

Deep in Cuiling's heart, she had some affection for Song Sheng.

Maybe this kind of favor is a bit ignorant, but it does.

Yang Yuying knew in Cuiling's consciousness that she had seen many men, but she had never seen anyone as gentle, considerate and understanding as Song Sheng, and did not look down on him.

The fifteen-year-old girl was in love with her heart, so she had no choice but to have thoughts.

However, Yang Yuying was sure that she didn't show any signs of it, and she didn't even dare to look at Song Sheng carefully.

Jiang Wan showed that she was determined to win Song Sheng from the beginning. Although Cui Ling was young, she could tell.

She also knows how to make a living in a place like Chunyuelou. She knows that Song Sheng will not like her, so she naturally dare not expect it.

But even so, Jiang Wan was still unhappy.

Yang Yuying raised her eyes indifferently, and saw Jiang Wan and Song Sheng quarreling face to face like two big roosters with pissing spirits.

She was too lazy to pay attention to the farce, so she pushed the table she had laid to the side, avoided Jiang Wan, sat up slowly, yawned, closed her eyes to rest.

After a while, Song Sheng actually persuaded Jiang Wan.

When Yang Yuying saw Jiang Wan snorting, her cheeks blushed with laughter. Song Sheng shook her head helplessly and personally found a new shop for her and folded the bed and quilts. She felt that she was reading the script.

No wonder Jiang Wan couldn't bear it.

The current world is said to be different from before, and the status of women has been greatly improved, but there are still very few men who can let go of their faces like Song Sheng.

Jiang Wan was indeed enjoying a life of great wealth, but she probably couldn't see many men like Song Sheng.

Song Sheng comforted Jiang Wan before turning to Yang Yuying and laughing apologetically, but he didn't say anything more.

But with just a smile, Jiang Wan's eyes followed him in a slight manner. Yang Yuying said indifferently, "Stop looking at me, Miss Jiang, if you call me for no reason, I will dislike your face. I can't say that you really let you see it. Is a man cheap or not in front of a woman like me? At that time, don't blame me."

Song Sheng was stunned.

Jiang Wan was also stunned and was anxious for a while, "Bastard, Brother Song Sheng doesn't know how to do it, don't dream!"

Song Sheng quickly grabbed her, his face full of helplessness.

He always felt that Miss Cuiling was weak and pitiful. Now... hey, the rabbit is still biting when she is anxious. The girl can't stand Miss Jiang's temper, which is normal.

Song Sheng obviously has quite experience in this.

Although Jiang Wan shouted loudly, her expression showed a little scared, and she was very alert between her eyebrows.

Yang Yuying stretched out her waist and lay down with the quilt.

Three days, it’s not too long, and it’s not too short.

In the strong windy wine shop, many guests were panicked and in a daze, but they were not ordinary people after all. After being frightened, they returned to a little calm.

Yang Yuying breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

It would be fine if the environment was noisy and noisy, but when she looked at her panicked and twisted faces, she was afraid that she would not even be able to eat.

When he was free, Yang Yuying still sat in front of the hall and told a book.

Talking about the Analects of Confucius, Mencius, and the Records of the Grand Historian. Then interspersed with Xunzi and Han Feizi, and said whatever they thought of.

What I said is actually very interesting.

When the interest came, he sang the Book of Songs.

It’s okay for others, but Song Sheng is simply fascinated by it.

He started to think about Jiang Wan, but he didn't listen to it, but he liked it more and more. Later, even though Jiang Wan made a big fuss, he still saw Miss Cuiling sitting in front of the hall, asking someone to cook fragrant tea and prepare snacks, so he couldn't help but find a place to sit upright.

Unlike others, Song Sheng studied seriously for several years. His father passed the Jinshi and was a literati.

His mother, Luo Wuxin, was a serious lady from a wealthy family.

In such a family, how could a young man not like to study? He not only likes it, but also has talent.

If it weren't for the freedom in the world that was more suitable for his temperament, he would at least be able to pass the imperial examination.

It is precisely because I understand that I listen to Yang Yuying’s lectures that I can listen more and like it more.

Anyway, Yang Yuying was almost used to Miss Jiang Wan's ejaculation, which could almost be said to be a vicious sight.

The next day, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

The heavy rain rolled in, and Yang Yuying stood by the window and glanced at it, frowned slightly.

The speed of Ouyang's manor traveling was so fast that she had expected. She thought it would take more than ten days to arrive, but she never thought that the manor was almost walking in a straight line.

Yang Yuying breathed out and unconsciously felt a sense of awe for Ouyang Manor Master.

But this heavy rain came at a bad time. Ouyang Xue has a vicious habit. She doesn’t hate snow, but she hates mud.

He wanted to wear white clothes to the age of time and forever. He could still guarantee his fairy spirit.

"cough."

Yang Yuying smiled.

Ouyang Manor Ouyang is also herself.

But whenever she was distracted, she felt that Ouyang Xue was a living life.

He is the real owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa. He has an unknown and complicated past. He is a sword god forged by ice and snow. He has his own personality and his own life.

"Where are flowers?"

Yang Yuying was enjoying the rain when someone suddenly screamed in a hoarse voice.

Clang.

The middle-aged man dressed as a beggar stared at the table with a wide eyes and slapped the table with a terrifying look, staring at the table placed in the center of the lobby of the restaurant.

The old man with his granddaughter held the child and stood up straight, looking confused, his granddaughter buried his head in his arms and sobbed quietly.

The table was empty, with only a little soil left.

Everyone looked up and down the table for a long time, their hearts pounding, their faces were alert, and they turned their heads to observe the surroundings.

Jiang Wan rushed over first, her eyes froze, and she turned her head and stared at the surroundings in an instant, and said angrily, "Who is it?"

Her eyes were like a knife, and the knife cuts people's hearts.

Everyone was silent.

After a while, the grandparents and grandchildren whispered, "We are all here."

Song Sheng, Jiang Wan, a man in purple, a peddler, a beggar-like man, a grandparent and grandson, and two brothers of twenty-four or five years old.

Cui Ling.

In addition, there are four people who are the owner of the restaurant and the waiter.

Everyone is there.

Jiang Wan was shocked and confused. She squinted her eyes and looked around, but suddenly calmed down and turned to Yang Yuying, "Where did you get this flower?"

Yang Yuying shook her head, "The people of the Demon Sect are nearby. They choose poisonous insects and refine poison. There are poisonous insects, and there are restraints nearby. I am born with a sensitive feeling and a sharp nose. I have calculated the way to live, so I found this pot of flowers, but there is only one pot, not many."
To be continued...