The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Pei Yan had drunk flower tea before, but he had never smelled such fragrant flower tea.

Sitting on an Empty Rattan Chair, Pei Yan was self-sufficient. He took a teacup from under the Rattan Table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Just like how he loved tea, one look at the transparent teapot was enough to tell that Xia duoduo didn't do much when she brewed such fragrant tea. She only brewed it with simple boiling water... ...

Pei Yan took a sip of the tea. The taste was sweet. As soon as it entered his mouth, the fragrance of the tea seemed to rush up from the depths of his soul.

After a long while, Pei Yan could not say a word.

He drank half a cup and silently filled it up for himself.

"Isn't it good? I brought it from the mountains. It must have been hundreds of years old. I also brought the tea from the mountains. Do you like it? "

The woman's smiling voice sounded.

Pei Yan raised his eyes and met Xia duoduo's smiling eyes.

Her smile was even more beautiful. It was like a wild orchid blooming under the breeze. It was elegant and straightforward, and the corners of her lips were curved.

"If you like it, I'll give you some of this tea. However, the water isn't good. I only brought this one cup of tea. I made all of it here. There's no more. "

"No... Alright, if you still have some tea, give me some. "

Before tasting the tea, Pei Yan had wanted to reject it.

But now, even though he looked as steady as a dog on the surface, his heart had already been conquered by the flower tea.

This was the real-life version of the true fragrance.

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The biluochun that Pei Yan had treated Xia Ling to before was of the highest quality, costing more than a hundred thousand yuan for a plate.

However, a hundred thousand yuan of tea was not as fragrant as the nameless flower tea that Xia duoduo brewed. Moreover, the tea set used to brew the tea was not good.

Pei Yan was really looking forward to him using the soft water from the INN to make a pot of tea for himself. Once the technique was in place, how would the tea taste... ...

"Sure, the flower tea is in the small box below. You can bring it with you when you leave later. "

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes. She raised her hand to block her head, her snow-white wrist smooth and soft.

She leaned against the Rattan Chair and casually lowered her hand to press a button.

With a Bang, a semi-automatic parasol appeared above her head.

She didn't have to worry about the glare while basking in the sun... ...

Xia duoduo's life was so comfortable that Pei Yan was jealous!

Thinking back to yesterday, she was so hungry that she didn't even have food money. She even asked him for the card to spend the money.

Today, she treated him to tea that couldn't even be compared to a hundred thousand yuan.

Secretly poking and poking, Pei Yan was really dazzled by Xia Duoduo.

Ever since he was young, he had never tasted the feeling of being jealous of others. But now, seeing that Xia duoduo was living a more comfortable and carefree life than him while spending his money, Pei Yan was truly jealous.

With a calm expression on his face, Pei Yan curled his lips and spoke.

"Mm, you can stay here for a few days. When my parents come back from their trip, I'll talk to them about our marriage. "

Xia Ling: "marriage? Oh... okay, no rush, no rush. "

Who was the one who said he wanted to marry him Why was he so happy now that he forgot about the things they had discussed previously!

"enjoy it slowly. I'll be leaving first. " Pei Yan finished his tea and looked at his watch.

At eight o'clock, he was already late.

This was probably the first time he was late in the past six months?

"I'll see myself out. Come again next time. "

His long tone was smiling, very similar to a certain professional.

Pei Yan stumbled. His left foot tripped over his right, and he almost fell down the stairs.

As he went all the way down to the car, Pei Yan could still feel Xia duoduo's gaze on him. This gaze was not burning hot, but it always followed him.