Chapter 3: Son, son (3)

Both the master and the servant looked at Lin Wanrong and smiled together, and the little sister stared at Lin Wanrong's short hair as if she wanted to laugh, but did not dare to laugh, her face flushed.
Lin Wanrong naturally knew that the boy was laughing at his short hair, but when he saw his petite and lovely life, and could not bear to see him uncomfortable, he waved generously: "Little brother, laugh if you want to laugh, don't make yourself uncomfortable . "
I heard that Lin Wanrong was not called a son, and he wasn't called Xiongtai. The stunning son was quite surprised, but the handsome little sister looked at Lin Wanrong and giggled without any regret.
She had a clear voice, Lin Wanrong seemed to be a woman, and the novels about women dressing as men did not go too far in the novel, but he studied the two chests carefully, and they were flat and flat. Ha, 380, if it was a woman, would you have cut those two groups? Lin Wanrong naturally does not believe in such things. Let's treat them as men first.
It's just that these two people are really pretty, but Lin Wanrong still feels uneasy. Maybe these two are imported from Thailand?
Although I do n’t know if there is Thailand in this era, Lin Wanrong still involuntarily raised a goose bump, backed away, and approached Xuanwu Lake unconsciously.
Suddenly the brilliant son saw Lin Wanrong not talking for a long time, and his eyes had been walking on his master and servant, and he was a little angry.
I waited until I saw the disgust on Lin Wanrong's face, but the look of the stunning son was a look, and he hurriedly whispered, "My son, my son--"
He called a few times in a row, and Lin Wanrong just came to his senses and hurriedly looked up and said, "Brother, what's the matter?" His eyes still involuntarily fell on the chest of this stunning boy.
I heard Lin Wanrong call it this way, the stunning son apparently couldn't adapt for a while, and was about to speak, but saw that his eyes were still on his chest, as if playing something.
The terrible boy was furious, but he couldn't make it happen. He could only stare at Lin Wanrong fiercely, as if to eat him.
How thick Wanlin's cheek was, and he was naturally not afraid of him, nor looked back. He looked at the boy's chest generously, and saw his small face white and red for a while, but he was afraid to speak.
"You boy, what are you looking at?" The handsome son has not spoken yet, but the little Tsing Yi boy next to him couldn't help it.
Gao Lin was a little bit upset at night, his heart was funny, and also, Lao Tzu researched on the chests of the two men.
He researched for a long time without results, so he simply regarded them as Thai goods. Fortunately, Lin Wanrong had visited Bangkok and Yangon many times. He didn't have much resistance to these things, so he raised his head and looked at the handsome boy. Road: "Brother, what did you call me just now?"
At this time, the two stood side by side at Xuanwu Lake, and fell into the eyes of outsiders, like two talents talking about poetry and painting. Only Lin Wanrong knew his own affairs: talent? The jackal is almost the same.
Juezi's son saw Lin Wanrong's title normalized, his face was a little better, and he nodded, "But I don't know where the brother is?"
Zhe Lin Wanrong's eyes fell on the face of this stunning boy. The white is red, and the bomb can be broken. It is as ridiculous as a crystal of beautiful jade.
Zhe Lin Wanrong secretly swallowed saliva, obediently, Jiangnan not only produced beautiful women, but also produced such amazing male demon.
Jueze sees Lin Wanrong staring at him, his face flushed, he didn't speak, and gave him an angry look.
That look, Lin Wanrong quickly turned his head and did not dare to look at him. Now he believes that Thailand must exist, otherwise this "great" would come.
"Listening to Xiongtai's accent, it doesn't seem to be a local, and Xiongtai, this, this, and the title are also very interesting." This amazing son saw Lin Wanrong no longer stared at him, and his face became much more natural. Talk to Lin Wanrong.
"Oh, yeah, I am indeed not a local." Lin Wanrong put a smirk on his face: "I come from the land of Jingchu, people from the two lakes."
Zhe Lin Wanrong didn't tell a lie. His hometown is Hubei Province. The reason why he stood in front of this stunning boy today, just happened to be wrong.
"Since ancient times, there was only talent and I was not convinced before, but today I only listen to the good words chanted by my brother, and I have no doubt anymore." Said the handsome son sincerely.
"Good to say, good to say." Lin Wanrong coughed slightly and laughed: "This brother is calling to live under the roof, I do not know any advice?"
"It sounded like listening to the son-in-law's chant, but it seems to be chanting, but it's known to be extraordinary, and it makes people feel energetic, but I don't know if this poem can have a chanting? Can you let the next one be full?" Said.
It turned out to be a poetic idiot, Lin Wanrong understood, he smiled deeply, and said lightly: "A good sentence is made by nature, and a wonderful hand is even obtained. With these two sentences, I know what I mean. What can I talk about? It would be better to ask. "
Wu Chengtian rolled around in the business field. Lin Wanrong was naturally a master of drama. He deliberately hanged the boy's appetite. I ca n’t say it as soon as you ask. It ’s no good. Who does it for you?
Sure enough, Jue Seong's face admired his expression and bowed to Lin Wanrong: "Xiongtai really has a good manner and has been taught."
The people in this era chanted poems, and they must inevitably go up and down, and there is also a beautiful talk about asking for a couple. Like Lin Wanrong, who cares about xia, and does not care about chanting, dare not say no, but it is definitely rare.
Looking at the expression admired by this stunning boy, Lin Wanrong also secretly got a little smug, pretending to be modest and modest: "How dare, how dare, ashamed, ashamed."
The little girl in Tsing Yi next to her uncle laughed. Lin Wanrong's nonsense talk was awkward to look at.
The handsome son glared angrily at his little sister, and Xiao Xiao's face tightened, and he dared not speak.
"It's as proud as Xiongtai. UU reads www.uuksansu.com. It's not as proud as it is. It is much better than those so-called Fengliu talents."
The stunned boy stared at the ladies who were showing off the literary style in the rafting lake, but there was a hint of contempt on his face. "Oh?" Lin Wanrong was surprised to hear that. Although he has only been here for more than a month, but as far as he can see, people in this world are highly valued, and those who are literary and talented are most appreciated, and all the scientific examinations are based on essays on heroes. There is definitely much to be done in this world.
But looking at the extraordinary appearance of this amazing kid, how can he be biased against these waiter colleagues?
However, the words of this amazing boy are very good, and the fart is also taken very well. Lin Wanrong is also very cool. If the boy falls in his former company, it is definitely a salesman.
小 Your boy is right, I'm not a liu genius, it should be an inferior genius, Lin Wanrong laughed secretly.
"Jiangnan's talented and beautiful woman has a good name since ancient times, and the world is famous. Although Jingchu is talented, both quality and output are slightly inferior to Jiangnan." Lin Wanrong pretended to be modest.
"Quality? Yield?" Fantastic boy frowned, and had a hard time understanding the "new noun" he had proposed.
"Oh, probably, to put it simply, it means pros and cons and quantity." Lin Wanrong was sweating on his forehead, and it was really difficult for him to explain these things to people in this strange world.
Just handsome nodded his head, glanced at him, and pouted and smiled: "This one from Xiongtai, the explanation, is really chic, and this is the first time I have heard it."
When the handsome boy pouted and smiled, there were actually two dimples on his face. The handsome appearance made Lin Wanrong's heart tremble!