1049. Chapter 1049 Extra Story: The Dumb Eagle Is Really Good for the Young Madam
"Why, did the Bulky Eagle offend you somewhere else?"
Sitting down next to him, Mo Xiaoran spoke straight to the point.
When Qianye Feng, who was drinking, heard Mo Xiaoran's question, his expression froze slightly.
The wine glass in his hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of wine spilled on his hand.
He turned his head unnaturally and looked at Mo Xiaoran. He looked at Mo Xiaoran with a forced smile and said:
"Young Master, shouldn't you go and accompany the young madam now?"
Hearing this, Mo Xiaoran smiled somewhat nonchalantly.
He casually took the wine glass in front of him, poured himself a glass of wine, and then said casually:
"Ran'er was talking to the buzzard and drove me out."
He deliberately mentioned Black Eagle and saw some extremely subtle changes in Qianye Feng's expression.
A slight smile flashed in his eyes.
This subordinate of his has lived with him since childhood, and his understanding of him is even better than that of his elderly master.
No matter how indifferent he seemed at this time, he could see the small changes in his eyes at a glance.
"Well, the buzzard is indeed loyal to the young lady."
Qianye Feng seemed to respond casually, but with a somewhat concealed look, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank casually.
But I still feel a little disappointed!
Although he had clearly planned not to worry about that damned hawk, he still felt a little disappointed.
His beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, and what was reflected in the wine was his extremely beautiful but bitter face.
When Mo Xiaoran heard what he said, she was secretly amused.
That loyal and loyal bully eagle really made this monster Feng very happy.
Even speaking is sour.
If he hadn't known that Bulkhead liked him, his subordinate, even he would have been jealous!
He would not allow men other than him to be so kind to his wife.
"Feng, what's wrong with you and Bulkhead? Why do I see him keeping a straight face all day long, looking like the murderer of his father and his enemy when he meets everyone?"
Hearing him ask this question, Qianye Feng's eyes once again flashed with an unnatural look.
Looking up at Mo Xiaoran's confused expression, he replied indifferently:
"What's going on between me and the Bulk Eagle? He's him and I'm me. What does it have to do with him having a straight face?"