Jing Ling once found a rose in her garden. This rose was very touching and considerate. It treated people gently but quietly stretched out its sharp thorns. It treated him rudely but hid the sharp thorns, revealing soft thorns that were bluffing.
He hates hypocrisy between people, and there are very few people who can get close to him. Little Rose is an exception. Her approach does not disgust him. This seems unexpected but reasonable.
"Jingjing, I am the most favored youngest daughter of the Mei family. What do you want to propose to me with the rose of the Mei family?" Mei Qiyi's eyes flashed, and her tone seemed a little worried, but her smirk couldn't be ignored.
"Then what should I do? I have no choice but to reveal that the matchmaker is marrying her, and there will be a lot of betrothal gifts. How about that?" Jing Ling looked at her fondly and continued talking.
Mei Qiyi smiled softly: "Jingjing, don't spoil me too much. I will be arrogant and arrogant."
"It's okay, I'm willing to do it." Jing Ling smiled easily, her tone firm and yet infinitely gentle.
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