"Do you like it?" Yu Jingdu asked rhetorically.

"It's okay, they are all cousins' friends, it would be nice to play with me." Rong Zhuo said.

Hearing this, Yu Jingdu looked at Rong Zhuo with some scrutiny, "Don't you have any friends yourself?"

"Do you count?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

Yu Jingdu was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "I have no friends."

Rong Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly and said helplessly: "Then I really don't have any friends, only my cousin and my little servant."

Yu Jingdu was a little surprised when he heard the words. He thought to himself that this little dude was beautiful, good-natured, and had good grades in the national school. How could he have no friends?

"Be careful!" Rong Zhuo saw the polo flying towards Yu Jingdu out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly got up as if trying to push him away.

But when he came, he remembered that the other party didn't like to let him touch him, so he wanted to stop, but his body was not flexible enough, and the person slammed directly on the small table, which made him take a deep breath.

What's even more irritating is that the polo momentum stopped about a foot or two away from Yu Jingdu, and it fell to the ground without any danger, without hitting anyone. Yu Jingdu frowned and glanced in the direction of the polo field, confirming that the ball just now was hit by the purple-robed youth earlier.

But at the moment, he didn't pay much attention to the other party, but quickly turned his attention to Rong Zhuo.

"Hi..." Rong Zhuo covered his arms, his eyes red from the pain.

Just now, it happened that he accidentally bumped into the wound he was beaten by Rong's father.

"I'll take a look." Yu Jingdu stepped forward and slowly grabbed his wrist. Then, while noticing his expression, he carefully squeezed from his wrist all the way up, as if to confirm whether there was any bone in him. Chill.

"Ah!" Rong Zhuo cried out in pain when he pinched the wound.

Yu Jingdu frowned and looked at him, and said, "There is nothing wrong with the bones, so it hurts?"

"Of course it hurts!" Rong Zhuo was already in severe pain, and he was so aggrieved when he heard his tone, he looked like he was about to cry.

Yu Jingdu had never called him that when he was stabbed by a knife, so he naturally couldn't understand how Rong Zhuo could be in such pain.

But after he thought about it, Xiao Wan looked at the tender skin and tender meat, and it seemed reasonable to be afraid of pain.

"Take off your clothes and let me see for you." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo was wearing a strong suit with narrow sleeves today, and the sleeves could not be turned up. If he wanted to see the injury, he could only take off the outer robe on his upper body.

"It's okay, I'll take it easy." Rong Zhuo sat down with his arms crossed, raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

It was really painful to hit the bump just now, but this dull pain came and went quickly, so the delay was not so unbearable.

Seeing him like this, Yu Jingdu didn't force it any more, he just couldn't help but keep looking at him.

Especially when he noticed that the other party's long eyelashes were slightly wet, his mood was even more complicated.

His Highness the Third Prince grew up so big, and it was the first time that he saw a man cry in pain.

But for some reason, this happened to Rong Zhuo in front of him, and he didn't find it so difficult to accept.

Compared with Yu Jingdu, Duan Zheng's reaction was much better.

He heard the boy who picked up the polo say that Rong Zhuo was injured, and he didn't even care about playing the polo, so he ran over.

Rong Zhuo's eyelashes hadn't dried out yet, and Duan Zheng came up when he saw the anger.

Without saying a word, he went straight back and grabbed the purple-robed youth.

Everyone rushed forward to persuade them, but Rong Zhuo heard a few words during the quarrel.

It seemed that the purple-robed youth wanted to tease Yu Jingdu and hit the ball on purpose.

"He doesn't know you, why is he teasing you?" Rong Zhuo said puzzled.

"Probably because you brought me here, it would be interesting for him to let me make a fool of myself in front of you." Yu Jingdu explained to Rongzhuo after a rare patience.

Rong Zhuo understood after hearing what he said. The young man in purple robe must have some kind of secondary illness and likes to tease people. But Rong Zhuo had Duan Zheng's backing, so he didn't dare to make fun of Rong Zhuo, so he could only play Yu Jingdu's idea.

"It's naive!" Rong Zhuo got up and walked to the polo field, holding Duan Zheng, who was still showing his teeth and claws.

Duan Zheng didn't know how his arm was injured, so he didn't dare to struggle any more, so he could only stop honestly.

"Cousin, it's all a misunderstanding, don't hurt the peace." Rong Zhuo said.

Everyone didn't expect Duan Zheng, his little cousin, to know so much, so they turned to look at him.

"My arm was injured by my father's family method, and I just accidentally knocked it." Rong Zhuo said.

"Really?" Duan Zheng asked worriedly.

"It's all right, cousin, don't be angry." Rong Zhuo pulled his sleeve with one hand, as if he was afraid that his brother would be unhappy.

It's not that Rong Zhuo is afraid, but his plan right now is to have a good relationship with these gangsters. If Duan Zheng turned his face with these people because of himself, things might change if it gets out. If it is said that "Rong Zhuo persuaded Duan Zheng to change his ways and break up with the dudes", it would be troublesome.

Therefore, Rong Zhuo still hopes that the trivial matter can be turned into a trivial matter at this moment, and he will not have to compete with a middle-2 sick dude.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, the atmosphere immediately eased a lot.

The purple-robed youth was also sensible, and took the initiative to apologize to Rong Zhuo and Duan Zheng.

Everyone was tired from playing at the moment, so they all ran to the shed and sat down, intending to rest for a while.

Rong Zhuo walked over to Yu Jingdu and sat down, and said in a moderate voice, "Brother Song was just joking, he didn't mean it."

His words were equivalent to apologizing for the purple-robed youth to Yu Jingdu, after all, the other party intended to make fun of Yu Jingdu.

The dude named Song Mingan also gave Rong Zhuo face, smiled at Yu Jingdu, and said, "I'm sorry."

In this way, the small friction just now was completely cleared up.

Yu Jingdu looked at Rong Zhuo in surprise, as if he didn't expect this little scoundrel to behave like a human being, so he could be quite a bit sloppy.

It's just that he wasn't the sophistication and smoothness that Yu Jingdu was used to seeing. It was more like a certain trait that this young man was born with, which could make people unconsciously want to relax their vigilance when facing him, and wait for a reaction. After that, he was already mixed up with him.