For a time, Zhao Ziming had mixed feelings.

That sick young child Zhao Qin, what qualifications has such a beautiful beauty to be his maid? !

If I knew it, he had started first.

"Girl... know who I am?"

"Zhao Ziming, the current patriarch of the Zhao family... Patriarch Zhao, am I right?"

The smile made Zhao Ziming's heart numb again.

"Yes, it seems that the girl was thinking a little bit about me, but..."

He turned and looked at the courtyard gate, with a smile.

"The gate of your courtyard is wide open...couldn't you be waiting for me?"

"I'm waiting for a noble person!" Ling Luoyu stood up quietly, flicking his fingertips: "Since Patriarch Zhao is here, he is my noble person, please!"

Zhao Ziming looked around and stepped forward: "I thought it was I who disturbed the girl's banquet."

"Tonight, Patriarch Zhao, you are my guest!"

Ling Luoyu personally set up a chair for Zhao Ziming, smiling brightly.

"Patriarch Zhao, please sit down."

"The girl's hospitality, I'm really flattered!" Zhao Ziming's fourth uncle inadvertently stroked Ling Luoyu's finger and passed it.

Ling Luoyu calmly turned around and sat down, and delivered the poached tea: "Patriarch Zhao, the words flattered seem to be more appropriate for me? After all, this is the boundary of your Zhao family. I can talk about it. It's a veritable guest, and now it's my honor to be looked at by Patriarch Zhao differently."

"Haha..."

Zhao Ziming laughed loudly, unable to hide his complacency.

"Girl, you are the most coaxing beauty I have ever seen!"

Any man likes to listen to flattery.

Especially the stunning beauty like Ling Luoyu.

"But, girl..." Zhao Ziming's laughter stopped abruptly, he was almost lying on the table, and looked at Ling Luoyu who was opposite: "I want to know, what is it for you to wait for me like this. meaning?"

He likes beauties, but in front of women, he can still maintain the most basic instincts.

These things tonight seem to be the banquet presented by this beauty.

How can there be a good feast under the Hongmen Banquet! ?

Ling Luoyu was exposed to the purpose, but he didn't show any panic, still smiling like a flower: "What does Patriarch Zhao want me to mean?"

Zhao Ziming's pupils shrank, and the smile on his lips became even more dizzy.

"I am a man. When I meet a beautiful woman like a girl, I will naturally think of all men in the world. I don't know a girl..."

His fingers walked slowly, towards Ling Luoyu's fingertips.

She curled up lazily into the wicker chair, resting her chin on one hand, and tapping the armrest of the wicker chair with one hand. She smiled and said, "Patriarch Zhao, how I look like...Is it that good for you? Sometimes, think about it. , It will be terrible!"

Zhao Ziming's hand paused, and he moved a little unwillingly: "Girl, I really don't know what you mean! Since it was clearly intentional, why did you say this to me again?"

"Intentional? What's the intention?" Ling Luoyu suddenly smiled: "Patriarch Zhao, what you mean is intentional, not Lang Youxin, concubine deliberately, right?"

"If this is the case, then I really have to say sorry... I apologize for my inappropriate behavior!!" Ling Luoyu really leaned slightly: "However, after this, I still have something to say !"