Chapter 269: A Small World Through Books (10)

The old bustard's palms were sweaty, and Xia Ling's hand was pulled, which also made Xia Ling very uncomfortable.

She frowned and sat down beside the round table.

When she sat down, the man's gaze was locked on Xia Ling's body, and the old bustard got up with a smile.

"Okay, Master Fan, Miss Qinghe is here now, you can listen to the piano or the music, it's up to you, just do what you want ~ without us Miss Qinghe can't do it!"

She smiled at the man first.

Afterwards, he told Xia Ling, "Qing He, our Master Fan is a well-known jade-faced young master in the capital, you have to treat him to me, don't neglect him, understand?"

The old bustard's tone was not polite, Xia Ling's eyes turned cold, and he didn't give her any face.

He glanced at her lightly, then lowered his eyes.

"You..." The bustard felt a little ashamed, wanted to get angry, but could only bear it.

She glanced at the room, that young master Fan's eyes seemed to be glued to the girl.

There was a twinkle in the old bustard's inverted triangle eyes.

She quietly exited the room, closed the door of the room, and spat.

Very dissatisfied with Xia Ling's face-shaking just now.

Listen to the small movements and sounds of the bustard outside the room.

Xia Ling cleaned her hands and burned incense, then sat behind the guqin again, and gently plucked the strings a few times.

"Young Master Fan, what do you want to hear?"

Her voice was cold.

Glancing at Mr. Fan, his expression was also indifferent, and he didn't give him any good looks.

But Mr. Fan seems to like Xia Ling's cold face.

The more she was like this, the excitement in his eyes became more eager as he watched her.

"I want to listen to "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", Qing He, would you play it for me?" He asked affectionately.

That day, he was sitting in Room No. 1 of Tianzi, watching the girl play "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to Qin Lang so affectionately, that ice-snow affectionate appearance, until now, still often surfaced in Fan Yu's heart.

He read all over the flowers, just like this kind of unique taste.

In the beginning, he was Qinghe's benefactor, and he wanted this ice beauty to show him the most special side.

However, Fan Yu never expected that this ice flower would be snapped off first.

But it doesn't matter, if you can't get something, you will be more happy if you destroy it...

"Don't play." Xia Ling didn't even look at him, and stroked the strings lightly, "I will only play that piece for one person."

Fan Yu smiled: "Is that Qin Lang?"

He has a handsome appearance, and looks like he is dressed like a rich man.

In this room, under the candlelight, his vain face can already show that he is too much.

"Well, it's him." Xia Ling glanced at Fan Yu's smiling face.

Very fake, like a poisonous snake...

The smile on Fan Yu's face subsided a little bit, and he solemnly said to Xia Ling:

"Okay, Qinghe, I respect you. Although I've liked you for so long, as long as you feel happy, I don't care about anything."

Glancing at him, Xia Ling said indifferently, "Young Master Fan, you bought me for an hour just to chat with me like this? That's fine, then I don't have to play the piano anymore, just to save some energy."

Xia Ling is an oiran, and he only receives one guest a day.

Qingguan, showmanship is not selling body.

An hour, chatting and singing, can pass quickly.

At the beginning, the incense that Xia Ling lit next to the piano was also used for timing. As long as the incense is burned out, it means that the time has come.

Fan Yu, who was pouring out his heart, was suddenly interrupted by Xia Ling, his expression was a little stiff.

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