Quickly wear her as a sickly white lotus

Chapter 210
The girl under that month was different from what he had imagined.

Or it was more difficult to control than he imagined.

He thought she was just a simple little girl.

It's just that her reactions most of the time exceeded his expectations.

And Murong Sheng couldn't help paying more and more attention to her.

Bai Fu is a quick learner.

Murong Sheng was a little more appreciative.

Finally, Bai Fu was given a small silencer gun.

This thing is not big, but it is convenient to pack.

In the afternoon of the second day, Bai Fu stopped practicing.

"As promised, I'm going to listen to the opera, and I don't want to practice now." The excitement is over.

The snow in the commander's mansion has melted, and the last drop of snow falls on the eaves. The weather is just right, and the light falling on the bare branches has a different kind of beauty.

These days, the stage in the commander's mansion has been set up.

Just waiting for someone to come on stage and sing.

Because Bai Fu didn't want to practice, Murong Sheng was also busy, so he left in a hurry without eating lunch.

The troupe from Baizhuyuan is here.

many people.

It sang West Wing.

Bai Fu sat down and drank tea, living a very leisurely life.

Not to mention those next to the commander's mansion, this tea is excellent.

Murong Sheng loves tea, and many people come to give good tea.

Bai Fu took a sip and frowned.

Well, it's a pity.

You can't drink milk tea here.

The singer who sang Hua Dan was a man, Bai Fu only remembered that he looked handsome, put on makeup and stood on the stage, he was an absolutely gorgeous beauty.

Her eyes fell on the boy in the corner.

The young man was holding a suona, and when it came to him, he would blow it. He was obviously a novice, flustered and a little dazed.

The young man Shumo on the stage also saw the white woman who was looking at him, her lips were raised, she still had two dimples, she smiled delicately and cutely, and when he arrived, she hurriedly picked up the suona.

Bai Fu thought of Gu Shaoyan.

Gu Shaoyan played the suona very seriously.

It can be seen that he likes it very much. Gu Shaoyan never copes with Suona, what he blows is that flavor, it is a story.

The eyebrows of the two are somewhat similar.

Bai Fu took a few more glances.

Waiting for the curtain to end.

The troupe was also packing up, and Bai Fu saw Shumo.

The young man was still wearing his stage attire, and his pale pink stage attire didn't look feminine, on the contrary, he was a bit cute.

The boy looks good.

There is nothing else.

"Ma'am, this is the halva made by my mother herself. It's so sweet."

Shumo opened the oil-paper bag and handed it to Bai Fu.

The teenager obviously rarely does this kind of thing, his cheeks are powdered.

Bai Fu smiled lightly.

She stretched out her hand to pinch a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, her beautiful eyes lit up.

"So sweet."

"Do you like it?" The boy shyly avoided his gaze.

"I like it, hiss—" she whispered.

Shumo looked at Baifu in a panic.

"what happened to you?"

Bai Fu covered her lips with one hand.

The eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It sticks to the teeth."

Shumo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Baifu apologetically.

"Sorry sorry, I forgot to tell you."

"This candy is sticky to the teeth. Everyone eats it for fun. You should not be used to it."

Bai Fu nodded.

Teeth are still stuck.

Facing the boy's apologetic gaze, Bai Fu quickly stuffed another piece into the boy's mouth.

"Then, now you're stuck too, well, we're even."

There is no such thing as evenness.

Shu Mo was dumbfounded, and the sweetness in his mouth spread.

Teenagers are simple minded.

It was the first time he met such a girl, they were about the same age.

If you don't move, it's fake.

Shu Mo returned to the team in a daze, and when he turned around, he could still see Bai Fu waving at him.

The corner of his mouth raised involuntarily.

Turning around, he looked at his brothers and masters appreciatively.

Chaos outside.

At this time, few people have the leisure to go to the opera.

That is Bai Fu.

She seemed to like Baizhuyuan's drama very much, and she also met a friend called Shumo.

It's almost spring time.

Bai Fu gave Shumo a new pair of clothes, the light blue robe, which brought out the youthful scholarly spirit.

Shumo was a little nervous about dressing.

He tugged at his sleeves and asked Bai Fu.

"Does it look good?"

"Good-looking, very good-looking."

She seems to have forgotten.

She hasn't seen Gu Shaoyan for a long time since Gu Shaoyan asked her to leave last time.

(End of this chapter)