Chapter 651: : There is no perfect beauty

There are men and women in the small pavilion, old and young, couples and singles.
Feng Yunting walked into the small pavilion quickly, his face was humble and arrogant----what did this expression mean?
In short, he just gives people this feeling.
I didn't bother to see what these people looked like. Young Master Feng took out a pile of cash in his backpack, which was worth five thousand yuan.
In fact, he wanted to take 10,000 yuan, but he was a little reluctant.
Master Feng has always been a good young man against waste.
Suddenly a humble and arrogant pretending young man walked to the middle of the kiosk, and took out a stack of cash without saying anything. After a few hard blows in his hand, the attention of the big guy was naturally attracted by him.
To be precise, he was attracted by the cash in his hand.
No matter how handsome a handsome man is, his charm value will plummet in front of cash.
With his eyes facing the sky, his gaze is at a golden angle of forty-five degrees with the sky, Feng Dashao said lightly: "You all go out, these are yours."
Look, how concise and clear are the words used by Master Feng to express his meaning?
This small pavilion has been seldom requisitioned, but it won't make you rough for free, it will be beneficial.
A dozen people, five thousand yuan in cash, each can divide at least three to four hundred.
The fare of Yunge Mountain is only a few dozen yuan, and you don't have to stop here. There are not too many opportunities to make money while enjoying the scenery.
There are smart ones, stand up without saying anything, first point their number with their fingers, then multiply it by four, and after taking a dozen of them, they leave happily.
The charm of money to ordinary people is far greater than the dignity that is often talked about.
For the so-called dignity, a fool would give up the 400 yuan that he could get.
Standing outside, Yue Zitong sighed inwardly, looking at Young Master Feng with his nostrils upright.
Suddenly, I felt that the picturesque scenery of the mountains suddenly lost its color.
Everywhere, there is an unpleasant smell of copper.
She pinched her leg hard with her fingernails.
It hurts so much, but why did you still think of Li Nanfang?
Then compare him with Feng Yunting in all aspects.
Sincerely speaking, Feng Yunting is much better than Li Nanfang in his manners, dress, manners and talk.
At best, her little nephew's face is more masculine than Feng Dashao.
But no matter how handsome the face is, it can be used as a bank card to make people become gentlemen and know how to care for women?
She can guarantee that the treatment she enjoys at Feng Yunting will not be given to him in this life.
That would pretend to be a dog minion except for the moment when he pleases his aunt.
But once you get the picture, you will immediately reveal the odious real face, who should wash the dishes, who should wash the dishes, there is no discussion.
So, Yue Zitong felt that as long as she was a normal woman, she had to choose one of Li Nanfang and Feng Yunting, so she would definitely choose the latter.
Especially after being completely disappointed in him, Mr. Yue, who retaliated against him by hurting himself, would do so even more.
But why, after seeing Feng Yunting working hard to express himself, Yue Zitong's stomach showed signs of ruminating?
Then, she began to question her decision.
Was the decision to hand myself over to Feng Yunting today was rash?
stupid?
Doomed to regret afterwards?
If it was replaced by Li Nanfang, he would suggest that after Mr. Yue got tired, he would just find a place to sit. Why should he huddle with those laymen?
If Mr. Yue had to rest in the small pavilion, then Li Nanfang would not pay, he would just open his arms and show his chest full of tattoos. He walked inside with his arms and no farts, just staring down at others. Look.
Tourists who have spare money to visit Yunge Mountain, no one would have an argument with an unfriendly-eyed just to sit there and rest, so they will only leave obediently after being frustrated with their hearts.
As a result, my aunt would smile, and the little nephew who was bragging about how powerful she was, walked in holding hands, and occupied the whole small pavilion like no one else.
Obviously, that kind of behavior is shameful. It is not moral and has no quality.
But that was Yue Zitong's favorite.
The ghost knows why the more knowledgeable girls, the more they like unreasonable bastards.
"I don't want to think about Li Nanfang, I don't want to think about him. From the moment I get out and set foot on Feng Yunting's car, I shouldn't think about him anymore."
Yue Zitong bit her lower lip vigorously, and was about to shake his head. When he threw the scumbag shadow out, the phone in his bag rang.
It was a call from Helan Xiaoxin.
She didn't want to answer.
But when I was about to refuse to answer, I couldn't help but click the answer button.
As soon as it was turned on, there was a woman's screaming screams from the inside.
Accompanied by the intermittent shouts: "South, South, you, you kill me! I, I love you, love you, love you!"
No matter how stupid people are, Helan Xiaoxin's screams can tell what she is doing.
How can a woman who forgets to call someone else's phone?
Don't tell Mr. Yue that the new sister accidentally touched the dial button.
She did it on purpose.
When Helan Xiaoxin saw what Yue Zitong was going to do, he guessed that she would hesitate. In order to help her make up her mind, he pretended to be careless, dialed her mobile phone and asked her to listen to the intense "live broadcast". .
Helan Xiaoxin was dealt with by the scum Li a long time ago.
It can't be done anymore.
Yue Zitong knew.
Moreover, in time, she was still shyly fantasizing whether she would blush when she was serving a husband with her new sister and two girls.
Therefore, deep down in her heart, she had long accepted Helan Xiaoxin's idea of ​​sharing a man.
But thoughts are thoughts after all. When she heard what she was doing there, her hesitating heart suddenly became hard, Huo Ran raised her head, cursed a in a low voice, and ended the phone conversation.
She was born with nothing to love.
No, she finally made up her mind.
Don't look at Yue Zitong's determination to give herself to Feng Yunting today, but she kept looking at her mobile phone along the way.
She hoped that Scum Li could call her, and in a vicious tone, ordered her to go back immediately!
Otherwise, he threatened to do what to her, what to do.
So, will Yue Zitong be threatened by him, go back obediently, or just go to the mountains with Feng Dashao, not to say for now, but she will definitely be happy.
proud.
There is finally a sullen relief.
It is a pity that the mobile phone did not ring along the way, let alone Li Nanfang driving after him.
Just when she felt disappointed, the phone finally rang-but it urged her to make up her mind to accomplish something good with Young Master Feng tonight.
"Maybe, we are not a pair by nature. He is just a passer-by in my life. He tortured me for so long because I owed him in my previous life. But now, I have paid it off. Haha."
After smiling stupidly, Yue Zitong lowered his head, raised his hand to wipe the "sweat" dripping from the corner of his eyes, and clicked on a piece of China.
"Why don't you go out yet?"
As soon as he took a sip, Yue Zitong heard Feng Yunting's unpleasant voice coming from the small pavilion.
There was no one anymore. After taking the banknotes from Feng Yunting, whose eyes were proud to the sky, he finally lowered his arrogant head, and was about to run out eagerly. When Yue Zitong came in, he found that there was another person sitting on the north side of the bench. , Looking into the distance.
No need to look at her face, just by relying on her black hair and a slender figure, Feng Yunting can be sure that this is a woman.
No, it should be a girl.
Feng Dashao, known as the little sage of the flowers, has now practiced the "Goddess Examination Technique" to a superb state.
There is no need to look at the woman's eyebrows and other parts, just by relying on her back, you can tell whether she is a virgin or a woman.
Therefore, of course he could see that Yue Zitong was no longer a girl.
But this is nothing. Compared to the promising Kaihuang Group, whether Yue Zitong is a virgin or not is not too important.
Besides, nowadays, women over twenty years old, how can there be girls?
But he did not expect to see a pure girl in Yunge Mountain today.
Although I was surprised, I didn't take it too seriously.
But after the girl slowly turned her head back, Feng Dashao but must take her seriously.
He swears that she has never seen such a beautiful girl in her life!
Especially the moment the girl turned her head, the certain temperament exuded made Feng Yunting feel that the whole world was bright, and he floated up to the cliff in his mind, and there was a white snow lotus blooming proudly on the cliff too high.
In fact, there is no absolute beauty in this world.
All beauties have more or less minor flaws, and they perfectly follow God's principle of "beauty is incompleteness".
Take Yue Zitong for example.
Her features are very delicate, she is definitely a superb beauty.
But there was a small mole on the upper left of her forehead, covered by the hair.
It is the existence of this little mole that destroys her perfection and satisfies the evil taste of beauty that is incomplete.
The girl who was staring blankly at the young Master Feng, but not.
This face is really like the most accurate computer in the world, after hundreds of millions of repeated calculations, it was put together.
Perfect.
In particular, her eyes are as deep as a thousand-year-old well. Even if one glances at her, she can no longer struggle out, just want to swim in it for a lifetime.
"What did you say?"
The girl who turned around asked Feng Yunting with some wonder.
Just now, when she looked at the distant mountains, she was too fascinated. She recalled the shock of arriving to Qingshan just two hours from Jinghua by high-speed rail, and did not notice Feng Yunting's arrival.
Did not hear what he was talking about.
"Oh, let me just say it. How can there be a perfect girl in the world?"
After listening to the girl, Feng Yunting immediately earned himself from the two ancient wells with unspeakable regret.
When the girl was not talking, she was perfectly palpitating.
But her voice, the clanging noise that came out when she collided with rusty iron, made people listen to it and was quite uncomfortable.
Whether a woman’s voice is good or not is also an important factor in measuring her perfection.
Imagine that when she was screaming with a man, she made a man's howl—think about it, and she wouldn't lift it.
Although disappointed, Feng Yunting still maintained the masculine demeanor that should be maintained in front of the exquisite beauty.
Swatting down a few banknotes in his hand, he and Yan Yue said: "Beauty, can I ask you to go out to rest? To be honest, I want to be alone with my girlfriend in the kiosk, reminiscent of the sweetness of the first meeting. Please also, you can fulfill both of us."
"Is that your girlfriend? She is very beautiful."
The girl stood up, raised her hand and lifted the hair on her temples, revealing the skin behind her ears, as white as thousands of years of snow.
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