Feng Ruoli sat quietly on Bai Xue's back, letting Gong Fanmo hold her slender waist. She could see all the expressions of those people in the inn from beginning to end. Especially when Gong Fanmo said
When the words "Qinghai Villa" were spoken, their expressions were really strange, as if they had heard something unexpected.
"Gong Fanmo, where is this Zhuoyue Kingdom, and what is the origin of Qinghai Villa? Why were those people so unbelievable when they heard you talking about Qinghai Villa just now?" Feng Ruoli couldn't guess, so she simply stopped guessing.
, it would be better to ask Gong Fanmo directly.
But Gong Fanmo was obsessed with some things that he shouldn't be obsessed with. He leaned over and looked at Feng Ruoli's pretty face and asked with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why don't you call me Fanmo?"
Feng Ruoli looked at him, blinking her eyes, and asked with a smile: "Do you like it?" Gong Fanmo just opened his mouth and was about to answer her when Feng Ruoli said first: "Because of you
I like it, so I don’t want to call you that, haha.”
Gong Fanmo almost choked on her words, but seeing how happy she was smiling now, he couldn't bear to interrupt her smile. So Gong Fanmo rested his chin on Feng Ruoli's shoulder and said with a smile: "You are better than me."
Even though you are five years younger, you still call me Brother Gong."
But Feng Ruoli looked at him with a look of disgust, as if she was very dissatisfied with his proposal, and slowly said the word "vulgar".
As Gong Fanmo spoke, his breath tickled every nerve in her neck, and his voice echoed in her ears: "Then if we are separated, how do you want to call me by my name?"
His words made Feng Ruoli freeze up and shudder for a moment. She felt as if the person lying behind her was not a person, but a wolf. However, this wolf was not vicious, and its fragrance was very good.
It smelled good. The vague fragrance on his body made her feel very comfortable smelling it.
Suddenly Feng Ruoli had an idea and said with a very innocent and cute smile: "Brother Gong is too uncreative and has become a secular person. How about this? Anyway, your real name is Brahma, how about I call you Brahma? Van Gogh."
The Sanskrit is the sound of music." After saying that, she was heard humming something to herself, which seemed to be some kind of melody.
In fact, Sanskrit sounds are just like Van Gogh's voice. "It's like Van Gogh sheds tears and hears my voice." In the 21st century, there is such a lyric. For some reason, it is Feng Ruoli's favorite. Every time she listens to it,
I feel like my heart is pounding.
But when Gong Fanmo heard this name, his body froze slightly and his face changed slightly. Feng Ruoli was sitting in front of him, so she didn't see any abnormality in his face.
I saw Gong Fanmo's fingers pressing on an acupoint on her back, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he asked coldly: "Why did you think of this name?" But Feng Ruoli had no idea that she was already standing on the spot.
On the verge of life and death, he could send her to her death immediately with just one move.
She simply turned around, looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes, and replied with a smile: "Because the Sanskrit music sounds so good." Then she hummed the lyrics to Gong Fanmo: "It's like Van Gogh's flow.
Crying with tears, listening to my voice. This lyric is my favorite."
Her pink and bud-like red lips were slightly pursed, and there was actually a hint of childlike playfulness, cunning, and a hint of pride in her eyes. Gong Fanmo could even count the sunlight shining on her beautiful pink cheeks.
He could clearly see her thick, fan-like eyelashes, which were black and curled. His heart moved almost insignificantly, as if someone had lightly plucked his heartstrings, causing a circle of ripples.