Hua Xinyue looked at Fan Ling with some help.

Fan Ling said lightly: "The old man is a little allergic to wool, so he has stopped thinking about it."

As soon as these words were said, Hua Xinyue felt uncomfortable. Is this a way out for her? Why did she feel embarrassed?

Jiang Xiao was a little surprised.

Didn’t it mean that Fang Ningjue is the eldest grandson of Mr. Fang?

Such polite words should be Fang Ningjue’s response, right? Why is it Fan Ling’s turn to respond?

Just as she thought so, Fang Ningjue chuckled and stretched out his hand to Hua Xinyue, "If you don't mind, give it to me?"

Hua Xinyue immediately raised her face and smiled, "Of course I don't mind, I hope you like it."

She quickly handed over the box.

“This is pure wool and it will be very warm.”

"Thanks."

Fang Ningjue smiled at her, her smile as warm as the sunshine outside, and also dazzled Hua Xinyue's eyes and heart.

This man...

It is a different type from Fan Ling, and it seems to be better off when you get along.

Mr. Fang sat down at the first place. Fang Ningjue put the box aside, then sat beside Mr. Fang and began to boil water to prepare tea.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his hands with clear slender and clean joints, and his movements were skillful and beautiful.

"You just find someone to make tea." Old Man Fang looked at the other two sets of tea sets on the long table.

The people in the middle were soon attacked by a middle-aged man, and they looked very similar, and they probably made a lot of tea.

On the side where Jiang Xiao and the others sat, Dean Jin was a little embarrassed. He usually soaked a large cup in purple clay pot, but he had never paid so much attention to it. Although he could drink and taste it, his skills were still almost done.

Liu Guoying is almost the same as him.

Then there is Su Wanyinhua Xinyue, Jiang Xiao and Su Meng.

There were also two older men looking at the older ones and David Kim.

Official David Kim was also a little embarrassed, "I rarely drink tea."

He drinks more.

But he loves painting, so he received an invitation today.

Then you can't let the two old men spend the time for them?

Su Meng looked at Jiang Xiao, "Jiang Xiao, aren't you running a teahouse? Please trouble you."

Jiang Xiao did not refuse either.

"good."

She also started to make tea with water.

Old Master Fang lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at him, and soon saw Jiang Xiao's movements.

The girl is very beautiful and has beautiful hands. What is rare is that the movements of making tea are very skillful and graceful, but they are pretty.

Jiang Xiao often makes tea, so she doesn't think it's anything.

Hua Xinyue looked at it for a while, but she gritted her teeth secretly, turned her head and whispered to Su Meng: "Do you see what you say to show off? Mengmeng, you have to learn tea ceremony when you look back. If you have such a chance in the future, you can't let Jiang Xiao show off all the money alone."

If she wants to steal the limelight, why didn't she learn it herself?

Su Meng didn't respond to her words.

The fragrance of tea is lingering.

Everyone tasted the tea and there was another round of praise.

Mr. Fang was about to speak when a middle-aged man hurried in and looked at Fang Ningjue, "Master Sun, the strong wind is gone!"

With a bang.

The teacup in Fang Ningjue's hand fell down and the tea spilled on the table.

Fan Ling quickly wiped it with a rag.

"Why are you missing? Have you searched everywhere?" Fang Ningjue stood up.

"I have searched for it, it must have run out, but I don't know where it ran, so I chased it for a long time and didn't see it."

"Hasn't Dafeng been there all the time on the side of the house? Who opened the door?"

Hearing this, Su Wanyin felt a little sad.
Chapter completed!