Feng Hao frowned, held her hand in the palm of his hand, and said hoarsely: "Maybe, I will not want you, a hundred years later! At that time, the King of Hell was going, so there was no way to ask for you!"
Xia Yucheng heard his meaning and felt quite happy, but she felt that she could not take this seriously. She smiled silently, held his big palm in the palm of her hand, and looked down with her head down.
His palms have clear joints and are extremely neatly trimmed. According to his identity, his hands should only be properly maintained, slender and elegant.
But in fact, when he looked over his beautiful palms, he could see some hard calluses, which felt a bit rough to the touch.
"Did these cocoons be left when practicing swordsmanship?" She rubbed the cocoons with her fingertips.
Feng Hao's slightly jaw head indicates his default. As the new generation of Feng family and the successor of the Fantasy Alliance, the training he had to receive was more than just swordsmanship.
Every person who is good at playing guns, no matter men or women, will more or less leave such a mark, commonly known as the gun cocoon.
He was receiving all kinds of rigorous training at a young age, and his peers' toys and games were not related to him. What he wanted to learn was how to be a leader who did not show his emotions and was determined to be rude.
His uncle is the best among them, so he admires his uncle Feng He and dreams of becoming a man like him. Therefore, all the hard work and hard work are shortcuts for him to get closer to his uncle.
Now, he feels that he has done it, but it's a pity...
The uncle he admires the most can no longer see it!
Thinking of this, Feng Hao sighed long.
"What a pity, the beautiful hands are flawed..." Xia Yucheng tilted her head and looked at his solemn face. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she asked again, "What are you thinking?"
"It's nothing, I just remembered my uncle." A trace of sadness was hidden in his deep eyes, which was fleeting. His face returned to his usual indifference.
"uncle?"
"Yes, I admire him very much. He is almost omnipotent in my eyes." Feng Hao's uncle Feng He appeared in his mind, as if he saw him waving the warrior's sword in the courtyard where cherry blossoms were flying.
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He is handsome and mighty, and his movements are like flowing clouds and water.
"Hao, is the photo in your study your uncle's?" Xia Yucheng recalled the photo. She always thought it was Feng Hao's father.
"Yeah! My uncle, Feng He!"
"You look like you, if you don't look closely, you will think that the one in the photo is you! Who took the photo? It was taken well, your uncle's expression looks so happy?" Xia Yucheng was a little curious, not knowing the wind
Why did Hao have a fatherly emotion towards her uncle? She really wanted to know, but after looking at Feng Hao's expression, she stopped making a sound.
Unexpectedly, a man like Feng Hao actually has his own idol.
"That photo was taken by a woman my uncle loved deeply, so only she could take that expression." Feng Hao said with emotion.
That kind of happiness and satisfaction is only achieved when a man faces his beloved woman.
"That photo is your treasure?" Xia Yucheng looked up at the moon and asked intentionally or unintentionally. Her treasure was torn apart.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Feng Hao frowned slightly. When talking about the photos, he naturally remembered his coercion against Xia Yucheng last night.
collection?
Both photos can be said to be treasured, but he is sure that the meaning is absolutely different.