Chapter 545: Pure and witty and handsome 20 [question for monthly votes]

So in Zhan Ming's view, the female donor suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
He is not surprised.
Even the ghosts have seen it, and how the ghosts appear is not so important.
Ah Zhao was shocked: "The master ended up late today."
Zhan Ming raised his hand and took the boiling pot down. He smiled and shook his head. "It’s the Azhao lord. It’s late today."
A Zhao look at the hour, too.
Zhan Ming poured a good tea for Azhao and asked: "What kind of scripture does the donor want to hear today?"
Azhao finger gently slipped on the edge of the tea cover and shook his head: "I don't want to hear the scriptures today."
She is thinking about it again.
However, Zhan Ming is still consistently good temper.
He asked: "What does the donor want to hear?"
Azhao said: "I will tell a story today, the master will listen."
Zhan Ming smiled and nodded: "Listen to listen."
A Zhao said: "There is a girl, she is a public servant, she has been a pet, and her family has high hopes for her."
"...She met a man, but she and he have no future. She is willing to let go of everything and run away with that man."
A Zhao looked at Zhan Ming and asked: "Master, do you think this girl is stupid?"
Zhan Ming's look is not fluctuating, just watching A Zhao: "I remember a female donor once said that he likes Yunjin Huafu, Yupanzhenzheng, high bed soft pillow. I don't know the female donor once thought about it, impulsively After that, can life in the future be as I wish?"
A Zhao looked at him: "Master, nothing can beat you."
She sighed: "It is not her turn to choose. The man regrets. He can't let go of his status and glory, and give up her."
She looked at Zhan Ming: "Master, you said this girl, can't you be pitiful?"
Zhan Ming whispered: "Is it a blessing?"
A Zhaoxiao: "Master, you are right. The girl figured it out, and even thanked the man for regretting it. But ah..."
Her eyes looked at the distance, her look was light: "The man first let go of her, but also set a marriage contract. But now, but also made a kind of feelings that have nothing to do, and then entangled her."
"Master, you said, what should the girl do?"
Zhan Ming’s eyes were quiet, and the hand that turned the rosary slowly stopped.
"It depends on the heart of the female donor."
Azhao stared at his eyes and said in a word: "If it is the girl, what about the man?"
Zhan Ming sighed and looked at him: "If the donor has no decision in his heart, he will not tell this story with Zhan Ming today."
His look was mild and his eyes were quiet. He looked at A Zhao as if he was looking at an immature junior.
Azhao: "..."
She doesn't give up: "There is nothing the master wants to say to me?"
Zhan Ming said a voice of Amitabha: "The poor ones are out of the family, and they are all alone. The donor has parents and relatives, when considering more."
Azhao will definitely look at him.
Chamming eyes, hands together.
A Zhao suddenly laughed.
"Master, your heart is not quiet."
Zhan Ming does not move.
Azhao smiled more cheerfully: "Master, you asked me to consider my parents and relatives, and I was persuading me not to be impulsive."
She stood up and walked over to Zhan Ming, bending over.
Zhan Ming hangs his head slightly, and his nose is hidden.
He stood alone on the side of his body.
The voice of the girl's laughter sounded in her ear: "Master, just, you have a private thought."

Sixth is over.
High cold branches call the big darlings to read the title of this chapter [沧桑烟烟]