Princess too Young, Prince too Old

However, this pride often disappeared in front of Zhao Jingting.

Like one's words. It will be impossible for your eyes to leave him for a moment, so Liao Chongwu's eyes are all from Xie Lun, from Cullen to Qinghai. In today's Tubo Plateau, his eyes can only see Shelen. So he also knew it clearly. Who can enter Shelen's eyes, and who can enter Shelen's heart.

He could not help but feel a little bit sad.

"Xie Lun, why is he?" Liao Chongwu's eyes followed Xie Lun's eyes. Falling on Zhao Jingting among the noisy crowd in the distance.

Zhao Jingting drank too much at this time, with a slight ruddy glow on the bronze cheek. He was wrestling with a young vice-president. It should be deadlocked for a long time. The young lieutenant was already red-faced and red-eared, with blue muscles on his forehead violently, and blood vessels on the neck of the yin-yin bulging. At this time, the young man with clear eyebrows gritted his teeth and stared at the wrists held by the two. In contrast, Zhao Jingting looked relaxed. He was still joking with the soldiers who were roaring around. I wondered what was being coaxed by the gangsters. In the jokes of the generals, Zhao Jingting took a bowl of wine and drank it around his neck. The liquor slid down his chin, flowing through his sliding throat, and finally rolled into his placket.

"Snapped!"

After one drink. Zhao Jingting slammed the white porcelain bowl to the ground, and at the same time, he mixed the wrist of the vice general to the bottom, and then everyone howled.

"You can't care," Xie Lun stared at the man in his house with narrow eyes, looked at Zhao Jingting's bright lips, looked at the lines of Zhao Jingting's eyes, and looked at his sturdy arms, itchy heart, warm body He felt that the waist seemed to be softer. He cursed an old * in his heart, while holding a white porcelain bowl, he drank half a bowl of wine slowly, and when he put the bowl back, he saw that Liao Chongwu actually returned. Sitting in front of him, Xie Lun frowned wryly. "What are you doing here sitting blindly?"

"Xie Lun ..." Liao Chongwu looked at Xie Lun's wary and disgusted face, his heart twitched, but he gave birth to a lot of unwillingness, "If, if you meet me first, will I have a chance? ? "

Xie Lun frowned even more, and did not hide his disgust with Liao Chongwu: "Why do you think you will have a chance? Is it because of your insignificant appearance? Or your measure of not being able to hold two or two wines?"

"But he's getting old, he's almost fifty!" Liao Chongwu stared at scarlet eyes, shouting in a low voice, puzzled with excitement, "Xie Lun, how old are you? You give your best years He is, but he can stay with you for a few years? He is old! Or it wo n’t work! Are you still thinking about keeping him alive ?! "

"bump!"

The next second, Liao Chongwu stumbled to the door two feet away, and a slum of mud was lying on the cold brick floor. He spewed two blood, and then fainted to death.

The two guards at the door were too busy to look at Liao Chongwu, but heard Xie Lun scream in the back: "No one is allowed to help him! Let him lie down like this!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes focused on Xie Lun, Xie Lun could not hide his indignation, kicked the ten-pound wine jar to the ground, and the liquor waded all the way. He Standing up stunned, stepping on a place of drinking water, straight out of the hall, passing Liao Chongwu, still kicking his feet with anger, and then entered the backyard in angrily.