Jia Rong next to her was also envious. She had been here many times before and had never enjoyed such good treatment.
Today I can follow Jia Chen and taste this rare tribute tea from Siam.
Jia Rong wanted to pimp Jia Chen, so when Ping'er was not present, she smiled pointedly at Wang Xifeng and said:
"Uncle Chen is both civilized and military, handsome and unrestrained. He is truly a rare young hero in the world. He can also write books and commentaries. He is already well-known in the capital. I don't know how many girls and wives are thinking about him."
Wang Xifeng glanced at him and said with a smile:
"What Brother Rong said is true. I don't know what kind of peerless beauty can be worthy of such an extraordinary and refined figure as Brother Chen."
Jia Rong's eyes were filled with peach blossoms, and she said with a smile:
"My sister-in-law is the fairy concubine, so why bother looking for her everywhere?"
Wang Xifeng's eyes flickered, as if she had some realization. She glanced sideways at Jia Rong and said with a smile:
"Brother Qingrong, do you want to use me as a raft? Little bastard, watch your skin carefully!"
Jia Rong hit the snake on the stick and said with a lewd smile:
"As long as my sister-in-law likes it, then you can take my skin and use it as a bedding or pillowcase to sleep with my sister-in-law."
Wang Xifeng laughed and cursed:
"Fuck you! Who cares about your stinky skin?"
As she spoke, she squinted at Jia Chen with charming eyes and joked meaningfully:
"If it's a handsome young man like Brother Chen, I might consider it."
The rippling autumn waves of spring overflowed from the corners of Wang Xifeng's eyes and brows, as if they were turning into invisible hooks to hook Jia Chen's heart.
How many men in the world can handle such a charming charm?
The corner of Jia Chen's lips raised slightly. It seemed that Wang Xifeng was a young woman who couldn't bear loneliness. She liked to hook up with others, but she might not really cheat, but she wanted to show off her coquettishness and seduce men, so as to gain popularity and be favored by others. A perverted sense of superiority that people covet.
Woman, you are playing with fire.
Jia Chen is not in a hurry to express his position now. When he is strong enough, Wang Xifeng will naturally lie down obediently and kneel down every day...
Jia Chen smiled thoughtfully:
"The young man who knows Shaoai naturally likes young and beautiful girls. My sister-in-law's fairy-like appearance will attract all the men in the world."
This was said very skillfully. It not only showed that he liked girls, not young women, but also comforted Wang Xifeng. The subtext was that although I don't like young women like you for the time being, there are many men like you in the world.
Wang Xifeng is smart and smart. Not only did she hear this meaning, but she also heard a deeper meaning.
That is, Jia Chen doesn't like herself now because he is still a young man. When he becomes a man who eats marrow and knows taste, he will also like a young woman like herself.
Thinking of this, a meaningful smile appeared on the corners of Wang Xifeng's lips.
Feeling Wang Xifeng's charming eyes and ambiguous smile, Jia Chen was brimming with saliva and feeling hot in his chest and abdomen. He didn't want to stay for long, so he casually chatted for a few words and left with excuses.
This is really a seductress with a smoky look and flirtatious behavior. If I hadn't seen many open-minded celebrities and Internet celebrities in my previous life, I would have been numb in the body and weak in the eyes.
After calming down, Jia Chen rushed directly to Rongxi Hall.
The clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, the spring breeze blows over the threshold, and the dew is thick. In the bright spring light, a girl with plump appearance, smooth muscles and bones, and eyes like water apricots walks through the beautiful peony bushes with both color and fragrance, and moves towards her with gentle steps. Come along.
Her pink embroidered pleated skirt was like a pink cloud, flowing forward with her steps.
Jia Chen's eyes lit up. The woman walking towards him was actually Xue Baochai.
Suddenly, a poem popped up in Jia Chen's mind: With such a beautiful and beautiful city, Tianjiao's late rise is as good as all the flowers.
No wonder Xue Baochai's flower bouquet is a peony, which is really graceful and luxurious, and the most beautiful flower in the world.
When he got closer, Jia Chen smiled and saluted:
"Jia Chen has met Sister Bao!"
Xue Baochai was slightly startled, not recognizing Jia Chen immediately. He blinked his apricot eyes in confusion, and suddenly remembered that his brother was pushed into the manure pit by the person in front of him.
Although there is resentment in his heart, Xue Baochai is a smooth and tolerant person. He knows that his brother harmed others and harmed himself instead, so he cannot blame Jia Chen.
Facing Jia Chen's handsome eyebrows and eyes, Xue Baochai smiled gently and said:
"Brother Chen, you are polite. My brother offended you last time, and I have always felt sorry for him. I ask Brother Chen to be more considerate."
Jia Chen smiled casually and said:
"Let bygones be bygones. Sister Bao is indeed a person who understands righteousness and has the mind of a prime minister capable of supporting a boat."
As he said that, Jia Chen glanced at her front. He saw that the other person's chest was rolling up and down with his breathing. It was impressive in size and her peaks were straight. She really had a broad mind.
Xue Baochai smiled gracefully:
"Brother Chen is overly praised. I am a female prostitute, how can I dare to compare with the prime minister?"
In fact, Jia Chen really didn't exaggerate.
Xue Baochai not only had extraordinary talents in governing the country, but also had great talents in governing the country. In the original work, there are poems to prove it:
Whoever governs the country with its myriads of purples and reds can bring order to the family with just one or two hairpins.
This poem actually praises Wang Xifeng and Jia Tanchun, but Xue Baochai's outstanding talents are not inferior to them.
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"Youdao is not inferior to women. Sister Bao is a master of poetry and painting. She is erudite, well-informed, and smart. She is the leader among talented women, far superior to most men in the world."
Xue Baochai was a little embarrassed by the praise, the tips of her ears turned red quietly, and she joked:
"Brother Bao often said, 'Daughters are flesh and blood made of water, and men are flesh and blood made of mud. When I see a daughter, I feel extremely refreshing, but when I see a man, I feel stinky.' Could it be that Brother Bao and Chen have the same view?
, but a fellow-traveler?"
Hearing this, Jia Chen cursed in his heart: Bah, bah, bah! The big-faced boy is a double plug, the devil is the same as him!
"Sister Bao has misunderstood. I have no weird idea of favoring girls over boys. I just like a peerless beauty like Sister Bao who is both talented and beautiful."
Although he traveled to ancient times, Jia Chen still retained some modern people's way of thinking. He said what he liked directly and did not want to beat around the bush or hide it.
Hearing these words, two wisps of red clouds emanated from Xue Baochai's cheeks, as if a light rouge had been applied to her bare cheeks, making her look even more charming.
Xue Baochai didn't expect that Jia Chen would be so bold and express his feelings directly. Even though she had a deep scheming mind, she was also a little confused and at a loss.
Taking a deep breath and stabilizing her frantic heartbeat, Xue Baochai said shyly with a pink face:
"Brother Chen's words are ridiculous. Even if we are sisters and brothers, we can't use the word "like", right?"
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"I felt something in my heart, so I expressed my feelings directly. I told the truth. I asked Sister Bao not to take offense."
Xue Baochai was stunned when she heard this. She originally thought that Jia Chen was teasing her, but when she saw the other person's clear eyes, solemn expression, and eloquent words, she couldn't help but wonder: "Does he really like me?"