Chapter 52

"Well, I'll go down and deal with the mess you drank tonight. By the way, I'll sort out the bill for them."

Aunt Lin patted Jiang Lin's shoulder, who was still sitting on the stool thinking, winked at the dancing butterfly and left quietly. By the way, she strengthened the sound insulation effect of "isolation and discovery array".

"Young master Jiang?"

Looking at the way Jiang Lin kept touching his chin and thinking, the dancing butterfly shouted softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm absorbed in some thinking..." Jiang Lin returned to his senses, stood up and bowed his hands. "Today I'm disturbing the butterfly dance girl. I heard that the butterfly dance girl likes music and dance. I'll send a recording crystal another day, which contains a complete set of blissful pure land."

After that, Jiang Lin can't stay in other people's room. He has to go to the bedside and pull up the curtain to pick up Niannian and leave.

But before Jiang Lin took a step, the slender hand of butterfly dance held Jiang Lin's clothes.

"Huh?"

Jiang Lin turned his head and found that the dancing butterfly lowered his head, as if he were drunk, and his small face turned red.

Why is the butterfly girl so red?

Is she

Have a fever?

"Young master Jiang, this time, because of young master Jiang, the spirit stone in the hands of dancing butterflies has turned a hundred times. I want to thank young master Jiang..."

“......”

Jiang Lin frowned.

what the fuck! The dancing butterfly forgot to mention herself.

She put all her wealth on herself, and Mrs. Chen, the odds of harm fell by 20 points

But make complaints about Tucao, they believe in themselves, and win money by their own skills. And think of someone who will make complaints about themselves. Jiang Lin thinks there are still some fun.

"Wu die girl doesn't have to thank me. It's Wu die girl. I believe she deserves the money."

Jiang Lin pulled his clothes and wanted to take it back, but the girl just grabbed it tightly. For a moment, Jiang Lin was a little confused

Is she

Can't I dance with an immortal?

No, you're a rich woman now. There's no need for immortals to jump me, right?

But at the thought of aunt Lin with her virtue

It seems really possible

"Young master Jiang."

"Well! Yes! "

Jiang Linhu was shocked by the girl's soft Nuo's cry, with a cold sweat on his forehead. He looked around the room for fear that four or five big men would jump out at the next moment.

"Wu die was lucky to hear the song" bow your head and think of your hometown "written by childe Jiang last year. Can Mr. Jiang write a poem for dancing butterflies? "

"Oh, poetry, why is it so difficult? I like to sing a good poem. "

Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looked directly at the dancing butterfly, and smiled like a flower picker.

"But... Butterfly dancing girl, I want to pay..."

Looking at Jiang Linxie's smile, for a moment, the dance butterfly's heart beat faster. The slender hand tightly held the skirt, lowered his red face and whispered: "as long as it is what childe Jiang wants, the dance butterfly can..."

"That's easy to say." Jiang Lin suddenly smiled into a erha, "one of the 10 inferior Lingshi, buy ten and get one free, but I don't know what kind of poetry the butterfly dancing girl likes?"

"Ha?"

The dancing butterfly didn't react for a moment. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Lin blankly.

"Does the butterfly dance girl dislike being too expensive?" Jiang Lin thought, "well, for the sake of dancing butterfly girl's beauty, give dancing butterfly girl a 20% discount. It can't be less."

Looking at the fool in front of him, Wu die took a deep breath, pressed the impulse to fill him with "spring breeze without trace", took out a medium-grade spirit stone and put it into Jiang Lin's arms: "one is good. Wu die wants to listen to love poems."

"Love poetry? It's easy to say... "

"Read to me!"

"No problem!"

"Be emotional!"

"Don't worry, the customer is God, and the butterfly girl is satisfied!"

Although I don't know why Wu die suddenly asks so much, after all, I heard that Wu die girl loves those dog blood novels written by novelists and those lingering poems of poets.

So the butterfly dancing girl may want to find the feeling of talent and beauty in herself.

I can't help it. Who can sing poetry and look handsome.

Jiang Lin touched his chin and thought, then adjusted his mood, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Lin looked affectionately at the eyes of dancing butterflies.

It doesn't look good. At first glance, the butterfly feels as if she is going to be dehydrated... The deer in her heart is constantly bumping.

"A foot deep is better than Qu dust. Old things are not as good as new."

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows and continued to read.

"The Hehuan peach pit can be hated at last. There is no one else in Xuyuan."

With another blink, Chek continued:

"Light a lamp at the bottom of the well and burn a candle. Gonglang will go for a long time. Don't go."

In the last sentence, Jiang Lin seemed to think of his first girlfriend, Kato Hui, and his tone suddenly rose:

"Linglong dice, an Hongdou, falling in love... Do you know..."

"Young master Jiang..."

"Butterfly dancing girl..."

"What a 'Linglong dice an Hongdou'," Acacia at the bone knows I don't know... "

Just after Jiang Lin finished reading, he heard applause and female voices from the window

Turning around, Jiang Lin was stunned: "Miss Chen?"

Looking at the girl wearing elegant light lotus palace clothes, long hair and light rouge, Jiang Lin didn't recognize it for a while.

"It's okay. Don't care about me. Continue?"

Chen married with a sweet smile, but the flowing fist meaning has let her betray her mood. In particular, the system's "notorious value from the protagonist Chen's marriage: + 40 + 50 + 60 + 40..." kept increasing, which made Jiang Lin a little flustered.

But it's not right. I sing poems to butterflies. Why is Chen married angry? And why did she come to the butterfly dancing girl's room at night?

Recalling that Chen has always claimed that she is a man and dancing butterflies want to listen to her singing love poems.

Do you?

Jiang Lin suddenly realized: "it turns out that both butterfly dancing girl and Miss Chen like lilies!"

"Miss Chen, when did you come?"

"When? When you watch dancing butterflies read poetry! "

"Miss Chen! You misunderstood me. In fact, I have nothing to do with the dancing butterfly girl... "Jiang Lin continued to explain, looking at the dancing butterfly aside," right, dancing butterfly girl? "

"Huh? Well... "

The dancing butterfly lowered its head, blushed, and nodded

"Jiang Lin! You flower picker! Do you really want to step on the adult ladder?! Hooligans! Pervert! Animals! Color, magic! Jiang Lin! "

Jumped out of the window and entered the room. Chen married scolded every step she approached.

Looking at the dancing butterflies around Jiang Lin, she looked down and couldn't see her toes.

Chen got married and straightened up again. He looked down at his own. As a result, he saw the whole little foot without hindrance

"Jiang Lin! You die! "

Chen's idea of marriage was clear and his fist intention reached the peak in an instant. He hit Jiang Lin's chest with a fist