Looking at Xie Lingjiang who was holding his shoulder intimately.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood why Li Guoer pretended to be stupid.

Sure enough, only women understand women best.

Especially an outstanding woman who is equally aloof and arrogant.

It's just that Ouyang Rong didn't figure it out.

Why did Li Guoer suddenly help him out?

She could obviously pretend to be the victim, blame all the problems on him, and watch the show in peace.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but belatedly recall a series of shameful reactions after Li Guo'er opened the door not long ago and was barged in by him.

By the way, did she misunderstand something at that time, thinking that the love umbrella, bellyband, and underwear were all given to her by him?

Xie Lingjiang, who was next to him, turned to look at Ouyang Rong, who was frowning and thinking. After waiting for a while, he quietly asked:

"What are you thinking about, Senior Brother?"

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and gave a standard answer: "I'm thinking of you."

"Liar." Xie Lingjiang rolled his cute eyes and pouted, "I guess he must be thinking about a certain beauty."

Ouyang Rong stared slightly, does the junior sister have the ability to read minds?

"So Senior Brother's idea is really 'beautiful'." She nodded and added.

Seeing Xie Lingjiang's willow-leaf eyes blinking slyly, Ouyang Rong reacted,

He sighed: "Wanwan's guess is really accurate."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly tilted his head and looked at him: "Elder brother, why was he a little panicked just now? Tell me, who is that beauty?"

Ouyang Rong turned his face, confused: "Ah, is there anyone more beautiful than Wanwan?"

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Xie Lingjiang, her cheeks slightly dizzy, moved her eyes away, curled her lips and said:

"You're just trying to coax me, but to be honest, isn't Sister Guo'er pretty?"

Ouyang Rong looked around, pretending not to hear.

It's funny, only straight idiots can tell the truth when a woman asks you to tell the truth with a sincere look on her face.

The words of a person who is determined to draw a clear line with straight men.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, and Xie Lingjiang didn't hesitate. As expected, women's moods are fickle and they quickly ignored the topic.

Ouyang Rong thought of something and asked, "Why did someone change his name again?"

Xie Lingjiang said sheepishly: "I'm used to calling you, and I always find it easy to pronounce. How about I depend on the situation? If I'm shy in front of others, I won't call me Tanlang."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly and asked again: "Why didn't you change your words when you were in the yard next door just now?"

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face was serious: "If you shout like this, it will sound more intimate to an outsider."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at her twice, as if asking, is it necessary?

"Then I also call you Junior Sister?"

"No, just call Wanwan."

Before Ouyang Rong could ask why, Xie Lingjiang said confidently: "I'm not young."

"Senior brother, am I older?"

"Get lost."

While the two were flirting, they returned to the boudoir next door where orchids were planted.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't wait and opened the three new umbrellas one by one.

The beautiful figure in fox white fur stands in the courtyard, holding an umbrella under the moonlight, with her head slightly raised, and she reads the three love words on the umbrella.

Ouyang Rong looked sideways.

I saw the pretty woman looking up, her eyebrows wide open with a smile, her cheeks were smiling, and there were rays of light rippling across her cheeks.

Far better than the moon in the sky.

Ouyang Rong was lost in thought.

Xie Lingjiang held up a new umbrella. Every time she read the love words on the umbrella, the next moment she nervously closed the ribs.

Holding the umbrella in her arms, she bowed her head slightly and was shy and silent.

Each of the three umbrellas is like this.

After reading them all, Xie Ling Jiang Furong's face turned red and she stared at the toes of her embroidered shoes.

Ouyang Rong asked directly: "Which sentence do you like?"

"Don't tell you."

Ouyang Rong looked at her miser-like figure, tightly holding three love umbrellas, and shook his head:

"There's no one to compete with you, so I'll continue to do it for you."

Xie Ling Jiang Dan smiled widely: "It's all mine anyway, you take care of me."

After a pause, she raised her eyebrows and complained softly:

"Elder brother, remember to send it to the courtyard from now on. Don't leave it at the door casually. Write these shameful poems to others, and people see them. It's so embarrassing.

"and this."

Xie Lingjiang took the small bundle containing light clothes from Ouyang Rong, hid his red face in his arms, and gave him an angry look.

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he forgot to appreciate the beauty's shameful face for a moment and asked curiously:

"But didn't His Highness next door just say that he hadn't opened it and looked at it?"

"Do you believe what she says?"

Xie Lingjiang shook his head with certainty:

"Sister Guo'er must have seen it, and maybe she's still laughing now. Senior brother, from now on, you can only believe half of what she says, do you understand?"

She nodded and concluded: "Believe half of it, it's always right."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but sweat dripping from his forehead:

"Wanwan, didn't you have a good relationship with each other when you were chatting just now? Why are there so many twists and turns..."

In the middle of his words, he couldn't help but pause, because Xie Lingjiang in front of him was looking at him with slightly bony eyes.

Her little expression seems to be saying, man, I advise you not to ask too many questions. Why do you want to find out so many things between best friends? You are rebelling.

Ouyang Rong immediately started practicing closed-mouth meditation.

After a while, Ouyang Rong took a look at the later sky, went to the kitchen, and went down in person.

Xie Lingjiang returned to the boudoir happily holding her love umbrella and small bundle.

Half an hour later, in the flower hall on the first floor, Ouyang Rong came from the kitchen, brought a bowl of noodles and fed it to the junior sister.

But Xie Lingjiang was seen sitting on the stool. The new umbrella in his arms was missing, but he was still holding the small bundle.

Seeing him come in, she immediately raised her head and asked in a low voice:

"Tan Lang, have these two little clothes been washed?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I sent it after cleaning it."

"oh."

Xie Lingjiang nodded slightly, and the next moment, she pointed to the small baggage on her lap and asked:

"There are long hairs on the clothes here."

Ouyang Rong shook his hand and almost dropped the bowl.

"Ah, is this the case?"

He walked over and put down the bowl with a dazed expression on his face, and immediately thought of Li Guo'er.

Good guy, have you tried it on yet?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but complain.

While he was thinking hard about how to explain, Xie Lingjiang nodded calmly:

"Well, there are two of them."

He asked seriously: "Aren't these two hairs from Wanwan?"

Xie Lingjiang shook his head: "The colors are wrong."

It's over, my life is over... No, why are you women so careful?
To be continued...