After a while, he returned to Shenqi and changed his clothes, closed the door and went out.
"Adult!" Under the corridor, Muzi, who had been on duty, hurriedly saluted.
"Muzi, take care of Miss Xia!"
"I know, adult!" Muzi Xiaoxiao opened the door of the inner courtyard.
"Adult!" Seeing him out, everyone bowed immediately.
"Adult, the old lady just came!" Zhu Yan replied in a low voice.
"What about Yan San Shao?" Feng Yan asked.
"Go out, say that you want to buy gifts for the young master of the Yan family."
When Feng Yan heard nothing, he walked in the direction of the kitchen. Seeing this, Zhu Yan immediately followed him.
Nympho
Xia Yu Orange was lazily sitting on the tatami in a thick quilt. She was placed in front of her with a low table with windfall, fried beef, miso soup, vegetables and rice.
It looks simple and light.
"Oh, go to take my suitcase, I change clothes." She shrank her head, the quilt was very warm, and she was a bit reluctant to leave.
But she didn't wear anything, and it was obviously inconvenient to eat.
"I feed you, sit down well." Feng Yan sat down beside her and kissed her cheeks.
"Thank you ... thank you ... big ... people!" She smiled and coquettishly.
The wind laughed, lifted the rice bowl, picked up the spoon, and fed her to eat.
"I want to eat this ... yes, this is this ... I want to eat that ... delicious ... still ..."
Xia Yumei happily commanded the endless gentle and careful man in front of her. The man knew that she was intentional, but she liked it tightly, and indulged her as before.
When she was full of soup, he began to serve her five internal organs.
"Well, you are so nice!"
"Is there a bad time?" As he asked, he asked. He looked very elegant when he ate, and his hands were full of charm unique to mature men.
"Yes! When you're angry." Xia Yu Orange leaned his head on his shoulder, regardless of whether it was not convenient for others to eat.
"When I am angry, it's time for you to be disobedient."
"So you didn't come to pick me up because I was angry? What did I do?" Xia Yu Orange still blurted out what she wanted to ask.
Feng Yan's body was obviously froze, but he stopped talking, but just ate silently.
Without the answer, the smile on Xia Yu Orange's face was also froze, but she still leaned against the wind and was reluctant to separate from him.
After eating, Feng Yan packed the table and brought out. When he came in, he walked into the cloakroom with Xia Yanyan's suitcase.
Xia Yu Orange lay lazily for a while, wrapped in a quilt with a small step in.
In front of the wardrobe, Feng Yan was squatting in front of her suitcase, carefully sorting her clothes for her, and classified it into the closet.
Xia Yu Orange stood against the wall, and there was an inexplicable pain in his heart.
"There are not many clothes, and I will let them prepare some of them for a while." Then, the finishing wind put the suitcase in one of the most relying on the cabinet.
"It's okay, I will leave in a few days!" She said angrily.
Feng Yan stood up, walked towards her, supported her hands on the wall on the side of her ear, and looked down at her: "Come, want to go?"
"You don't want me to come at all!" Xia Yumei wanted to push him away, but it was inconvenient to pinch the quilt. It was inconvenient.