At the moment, Zhang Xiaofan put down the goblet in his hand, and the expression on his face also became very strange at this time.
"Luo Yurou, for the first time, I found that your imagination is really hard to measure with normal people's thinking..."
Zhang Xiaofan said that he shrugged his shoulder blades helplessly, and immediately the front of the conversation turned and he said.
"I really don't understand. What are you thinking about all day long, you cerebellar pouch melon
"Your brain circuit is too wonderful, isn't it?"
"I'm Master Zhang's dry son? How can you say such shocking words
At present, Zhang Xiaofan denies that Luo Yurou's previous conjecture is obvious. He is not the son of "Master Zhang".
After hearing this, it also made Guo Meimei, Xuanyuan Yunqing and Zhao Tianxiang feel relieved.
To be reasonable, they really don't want Zhang Xiaofan to have anything to do with Master Zhang, who is a separatist and dominating Jiangnan.
To be sure, Zhang Xiaofan in the eyes of the three of them is only in terms of personal ability and personal means, which is far more than their peers.
But if, from the perspective of family background, Zhang Xiaofan is just an ordinary rural teenager in happy village of Beihe Province, it is obvious that there is nothing remarkable about his identity.
Even, if we want to simply talk about Zhang Xiaofan's family background, it completely belongs to a "mass goods" that will disappear in the next second after being thrown into the sea of people. It is not worth mentioning at all.
But if Zhang Xiaofan can jump to the dragon's gate and become the son of "Master Zhang", there is no doubt that it is the horrible existence of the whole Jiangnan prince.
It has to be said that the huge contrast between the former and the latter made them feel unbearable for a while.
In this regard, Guo Meimei also secretly shook her head, the heart just felt a sense of inexplicable joy.
If Zhang Xiaofan is really the son of Master Zhang, he will not be told.
That oneself can't restrain the small excitement in the heart for a long time, directly turn head to come back to chase.
No, it should be a "lick dog" to kneel and lick Zhang Xiaofan's smelly feet, OK?!
Will again and again, everywhere see Zhang Xiaofan nose is not a nose, eyes are not eyes, all kinds of not pleasing to the eye?!
However, just when Guo Meimei, Xuanyuan Yunqing and other three people were calculating their own small plans, Luo Yurou didn't think so much as they did.
Obviously, she did not accept the previous answer with Zhang Xiaofan, and Luo Yurou did not choose to give up.
She leaned forward slightly, once again, almost face to face, face to face, and looked into Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, opposite his four eyes.
"Did you just lie to me? I know, things are up to now. Don't you want to tell me the truth? "
The fragrance of virginity from Luo Yurou's body seems to have wings, and it goes into Zhang Xiaofan's nose. A kind of restlessness that only emerges in adolescence makes Zhang Xiaofan lean backward