Only then did Cheng Xue react, crying and hugging Zhou Yan: "Master..."

Zhuang Dashang knelt in front of Ling Luoyu with a "puff" and knocked his head three times.

"Miss Ling, it was me just now, I was not a thing, I didn't trust you, I was rude to you, whether you beat or punish you, it's up to you..."

"Punish?" Ling Luoyu and Zhou Yan glanced at each other.

The latter understood and pushed Cheng Xue away.

Ling Luoyu thought about it very seriously: "What about a person like you? Life and death are probably a matter of exclusion, money... Maybe it's not much. Knocking your head, if you don't seem sincere enough, so let's punish you for holding Miss Cheng Xue !"

Cheng Xue was still weeping, she was startled when she heard the words, and raised her head in shock, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

Zhuang Dashang did not respond, "...what...what?"

Did he hear it wrong?

Or is it really interesting? !

"What? What? Didn't you hear what Miss Ling said?" Feng Chenglin fanned the flames on one side and took a bite of garlic: "Let you hug Miss Cheng Xue... Third Master, how do I feel that you are punishing others? Where's Miss Cheng Xue?"

is not that right?

Cheng Xue's face is almost black!

However, the master had said so, and she couldn't say goodbye anymore, so she could only grit her teeth and stand there, but she was full of reluctance.

Zhuang Dashang froze for a while, then glanced at Zhou Yan before slowly getting up.

"the host?"

Still a little uncertain.

Zhou Yan turned her head: "Did you not hear Miss Ling's words?"

Zhuang Dashang twitched his mouth and touched Cheng Xue.

This time, instead of the spikes, it was embarrassing.

He opened his arms and hesitated for a while, and finally held her in his arms symbolically.

It's just that the arm is stiff, and the void circled.

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows: "Have you never hugged a woman?"

"Is this the way women hold?

"Fatty, try it!"

Feng Chenglin stood up, still holding the bowl in one hand, and suddenly stretched out his right arm.

As if shocked, Zhuang Dashang tightened his arms abruptly, hugged Cheng Xue for a half circle, and avoided Feng Chenglin's clutches.

Feng Chenglin fell to nothing, but he laughed: "Look, this is a man's instinct! We are born to know how to do some things!"

He smiled, he sat back proudly and continued to eat noodles.

As for Zhuang Dashang, he seemed to have discovered a new world, holding Cheng Xue tightly with his arms.

What about Cheng Xue?

There are also initial bodies that are stiff and soft, and not so resistant.

Even the look in his eyes is not so blunt.

"Ling...Miss Ling, I...when shall I let go?"

Zhuang Dashang's face was red, and his words were not as tyrannical as before, and he squatted.

"Fatty, what are you eating? I'm a little hungry too..."

Ling Luoyu seemed to have not heard him, and went straight to Fengchenglin.

"Noodles, would you like a bowl?"

Ling Luoyu held his nose arrogantly, with a look of disgust: "Why did you eat garlic?"

Feng Chenglin looked innocent: "...I don't hold a woman, so why can't I eat garlic?"

"Zhou Yan, are you hungry? Let's find something to eat too..."

Rubbing his lower abdomen, Ling Luoyu walked out of the hall.

Zhuang Dashang and Cheng Xue stared at the same time:

"Miss Ling?"

"We..."

What do you mean?

Just left?

Helpless, the two aimed at Zhou Yan.

"the host?"

"the host"