GBP Chapter 127 Great Figure
Chapter 127 Great Figure
"I may have been coaxing you, but I never lied to you." She was still captivated by her new look, twirling left and right, until she stepped on the hem of her skirt and accidentally stumbled, leaning against Fang Yuerong's chest. Their bright eyes met.
Wu Ziyan thought it was an illusion. She actually saw a trace of love in Fang Yuerong's eyes. This shouldn't be the case. The man in front of her should only have money in his eyes.
But her hands were still restless, touching his chest twice. However, his hands were weak, and Fang Yuerong felt as if they were gently stroking his chest, somewhat like a teasing touch.
Wu Ziyan pouted and smiled. She hadn't expected Fang Yurong to be such a muscular man. His chest muscles were still hard. She poked him with her index finger, and he really was quite strong.
Do you usually lift weights?
Fang Yuerong: ?
"I'm asking how you usually keep fit. You seem to be in pretty good health."
His usually eloquent speech faltered, "I, I, I usually need to ask Mr. Wu to teach me some martial arts when I'm doing business. Otherwise, how can I protect myself when I'm so beautiful?"
"Heh, may I take a look?" Wu Ziyan gently pulled open his shirt, revealing a slit, and stood on tiptoe, trying to see his chest muscles.
"Miss Ziyan, if you keep doing this, I'll never be able to get married."
"I think you shouldn't call me Miss Ziyan. You should call me the big boss, the master."
"So it feels like I'm your subordinate."
"From now on, you'll be relying on me for your livelihood. Call me 'Big Boss,' so what? Call me that, call me that!"
He couldn't resist Wu Ziyan's coquettish tone and longing eyes. Moreover, when she left, she lingered on his chest, her fingers secretly moving inside.
The short man in front of me sometimes acts quite absurdly, but now he has a strange fondness for this absurdity.
He lowered his head to Wu Ziyan's ear: "So, boss, how much money are you planning to offer for this?"
Wu Ziyan felt a tickle in her ear and clutched his collar, seemingly still deep in thought about the matter, until her hand touched his skin. Her hand was icy cold, while his chest was burning hot.
"Oh dear, let's go, Yue Rong. We're going out too late; all the stalls outside have closed up."
She quickly withdrew her hand, her heart pounding, because when her hand touched his skin, she could feel his heart pounding so hard it seemed about to leap out of his chest.
She blushed, perhaps because she was more sensitive during this period. She looked a bit like a quail, tugging at Fang Yuerong's sleeve, her brows revealing a hint of grievance. Fang Yuerong smiled. If he wasn't mistaken, it was he who had just been taken advantage of.
Why did she still look so aggrieved? He took her hand and said, "There are a lot of people outside, boss, you'd better keep a close eye on me."
When Yue'er saw Fang Yuerong leading Wu Ziyan out, he smiled like an aunt, his eyes full of relief. He could tell that his young master was genuinely showing his feelings.
He followed them furtively, but when he went outside, he found there were too many people. He was at a boy's house, so he decided not to wander around. It would be bad if he got kidnapped.
The outside is covered with a variety of lanterns, and because the oil paper used to cover them is different colors, they can even show through various colors.
But this was far smaller than the Lantern Festival in the capital. I walked through the town on the border of the two countries, and it looked like a peaceful and prosperous time.
Wu Ziyan held Fang Yuerong's hand tightly, not letting go. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, and she felt quite at ease by Fang Yuerong's side. He had a big brother vibe to her; he wouldn't get jealous, wouldn't act spoiled, and would even give her money to spend.
"Yuerong, what kind of candy is that? Buy it for me; this lamp is pretty too; there are riddles over there, they must have been made by the Wu Dynasty people, haha."
Fang Yuerong walked up to a sugar figurine stall. He only bought one sugar figurine, not because he didn't have money, but because he had a selfish reason.
"Wow, Yue Rong, this is so sweet, you should try some too." Wu Ziyan's eyes revealed genuine sweetness as he handed the half-eaten sugar figurine to Fang Yue Rong. He knew Wu Ziyan would do this.
He took a small bite, unsure whether the sugar was sweeter or the person in front of him. Wu Ziyan looked on expectantly and said, "How is it? It smells like malt, haha."
“There are some hawthorn balls over there, do you want some?” Fang Yuerong pointed to the hawthorn balls covered in snow-white frosting on the other side.
"Let's just have one serving. One serving is enough for the two of us. Any more would be a waste, since we need to save room for other things."
Her words were exactly what he wanted.
Holding the candy, one for you, one for me, Wu Ziyan ate two in a row, her cheeks puffed out, looking just like a little hamster.
Fang Yuerong poked her cheek; it was hard as a rock. She pouted, chewed, and slowly swallowed it, finding it too sweet, so sweet that she frowned.
"Is there anywhere that sells drinks? This stuff is cloyingly sweet."
"Yes, there is a tea shop."
When Wu Ziyan approached, she didn't smell the aroma of tea, but rather a smell similar to cooking spices, like scallions, ginger, and star anise. She looked at Fang Yuerong incredulously, her face full of questions.
"What's wrong? The tea here is brewed quite well."
"Huh? So you guys drink brine?"
Fang Yuerong was now puzzled. What kind of brine? Wu Ziyan pursed her lips: "I want to drink that kind of water, the kind where you just steep tea leaves in it. I don't want to drink this kind of boiled tea."
"I forgot, I forgot. You usually drink Gongcha tea, you rarely drink this kind of boiled tea."
Then it dawned on them that the tea they had drunk at the tea stall last time was also brewed with tea stems, so it seemed that tea was a luxury item.
"Then let's have some milk or something. This is the border of Northern Mexico, there should be plenty of places that sell milk drinks here."
"Okay, I know a salty milk tea shop."
Wu Ziyan's eyes were filled with doubt. Why did this person eat things that were different from ordinary people? But this salty milk tea was worth a try.
When she arrived at the teahouse, she only ordered one bowl. The owner secretly complained that Wu Ziyan was stingy, saying that she wouldn't even buy a bowl for the man next to her.
Wu Ziyan was afraid that she wouldn't be used to the taste and that it would be a waste. She took a sip herself and thought it tasted pretty good. I didn't expect that a bowl would be a tasting bowl, as big as her face.
"The things made on the border are so bold and unrestrained. I thought they were only the size of a teacup."
To be honest, Fang Yuerong didn't expect that after taking a couple of sips, she would push the bowl to him. Fang Yuerong looked at the rim of the bowl, where there were still water stains, which was where Wu Ziyan had drunk from.
He also picked up the glass and took a sip. It was salty with a sweet aftertaste. He stared at her eyes with a smile. At this moment, Wu Ziyan pressed her other hand against her abdomen, which was aching slightly again.
Fang Yuerong also noticed that he hadn't brought a hot water bottle with him, so she had to place her hand on her abdomen. A man's hand is always warmer than a woman's, and with his large hand covering her abdomen, she felt much more comfortable.
After they had almost finished their tea, they headed to another street, which was full of entertainment options, such as archery, target shooting, pony riding, beanbag tossing, and riddle guessing.