Qiao Lan and Yuxi returned to their original inn and were led to the private room on the first floor by Feng Eryi.

Feng Qixiang, who couldn't sleep and couldn't eat in Feng Er's mouth, was eating breakfast in the wing, and there was a lot of food in front of him, from xiaolongbao to crystal pastries. Seeing Qiao Lan come in, he only teased his eyelids and said lightly the word "sit".

Qiao Lan guessed that these things were not refined enough to enter the mouth of Young Master Feng, so he showed a lack of interest.

She was in a rather complicated mood, and she didn't know what face to take to face Feng Qixiang, but she found that Feng Qixiang could see the outside of the inn next door from the window by moving her position slightly, that is to say, her embarrassment had been fully seen by him.

Qiao Lan was slightly annoyed, and suddenly she was not polite, put Yuxi on the chair next to her, and sat down herself, acting as boldly as when she was in men's clothing. Since they criticized me as a jealous woman and an evil woman, how could I not cooperate with the point, wouldn't I live up to Feng Er's hard work.

She first broke the big bun on the table, made sure that it was a meat bun, then took the whole plate and put it on the ground for Xiao Wolf and Xiao Dog to eat, and then gave Yuxi a bowl of minced meat porridge before eating it herself, as for whether Feng Qixiang on the opposite side was round or flat, happy or angry, she didn't care.

Feng Qixiang didn't think about how to treat Qiao Lan, it was obviously impossible to continue to call him a brother, but if he wanted him to "pity the jade" of Brother Qiao, how awkward he was, Brother Qiao was never the delicate flower.

Although he didn't know what to do with Qiao Lan, there was one thing that Feng Qixiang was very sure of, that is, she must not be let go. He had to keep people under his nose until he made up his mind what to do to her.

Now, seeing that although Qiao Lan has recovered as a daughter, her temperament has not changed, and she is still so heroic, which makes him breathe a sigh of relief. If it was the woman next to her, no matter how pretentious she was, it would not be too pretentious, but it would not work on Qiao Lan, as if she was born to be so straightforward.

Whether it is to love the house and Wu, or to say that it is empathy, Feng Qixiang's gaze at Qiao Lan is much softer, but his gaze towards Yuxi is not very friendly. When Brother Qiao was still Brother Qiao, Yuxi was already an eyesore to him, just because his Brother Qiao was too good to Yuxi, so good that he was envious and jealous, and now Brother Qiao was not his Brother Qiao, and he looked at Yuxi even more unpleasantly.

Yuxi was still very obedient to scoop minced porridge to eat, as the supreme treasure god lotus seed in the sky, of course he would not eat like a two-year-old child, so even if it was a bowl of minced porridge, he had to eat cleanly, neatly, and decently. Seeing the unfriendly eyes thrown by Feng Qixiang on the other side, Yuxi pulled Qiao Lan next to him and asked her to take care of the other side, otherwise he would have to drink a dyspepsia when he drank porridge.

Qiao Lan had already eaten ten crystal glue and was eating the eleventh, looking down and seeing Yuxi pulling herself, she thought Yuxi wanted to eat dumplings, so she fed the dumplings to his mouth, and instinctively said "Ah!" to make Yuxi open her mouth wide.

Yuxi never did such a hypocritical thing, but when he caught a glimpse of the opposite side, Feng Qixiang's suddenly ugly face, he was as good as a stream, opened his mouth and took a big bite of the dumplings, chirp, chirp, swallowed in three or two bites, and then indicated that he wanted to eat xiaolongbao. In Qiao Lan's eyes, Yuxi is a slightly special two-year-old child, as long as he doesn't make trouble, she has nothing to do, so she clips a xiaolongbao and feeds it to him......

Feng Qixiang watched the intimate interaction between Qiao Lan and Yuxi, not to mention that the two also shared a pair of chopsticks, which really pierced his eyes. He was a little annoyed that Qiao Lan didn't know the general situation, and thought to himself, you have the name of my mother, and kiss me and me with other men in front of my eyes, is there any courtesy, righteousness and shame. He forgot that Yuxi was just a little milk baby, and he still had his son's name, and his mother fed his son, which was not a matter of course.

"Feng Si, come and wait for the little master to eat. Let the young lady have a good breakfast. Feng Qixiang said, the word "young lady", he said it extremely smoothly, more real than the truth. Qiao Lan's body stiffened, and she smiled dryly, "Don't be busy, I'm already full." She hugged Yuxi over again and put it on her lap, intending to feed him well, but she didn't want to be even more embarrassed.

I am happy to see that you are in a bad mood. Yuxi sat on Qiao Lan's lap and made a grimace at Feng Qixiang, hum, no man or woman, really think that he is a Korean Oba, dare Xiao miss my family Lan'er, go to the side.

Here, Feng Qixiang's face was long, of course he didn't admit that he was eating the vinegar of a little milk baby, he just felt that the child was very bad.

Eat and drink enough, it's time to get to the point.

Qiao Lan asked Feng Qixiang again what he wanted from last night's question. Feng Qixiang got up coolly, walked out directly, and when he passed by her, without saying a word, he hugged Yuxi in her arms...... Qiao Lan was stunned, and hurriedly got up and chased out, "Wait, give him back to me." Where are you going to take him......"

"Beijing!" Feng Qixiang replied as he walked, and at the same time had to grab Yuxi's little paw so as not to be scratched by him.

"If you have something to say, don't do it without saying a word. Give me back Yuxi first. Qiao Lan's legs were much shorter than Feng Qixiang's, and she couldn't run away Feng Qixiang strode forward.

Outside the inn, the carriage is ready to go, just wait for the master to get on the car, and then set off.

Feng Qixiang's meaning couldn't be clearer, he wanted Qiao Lan to go to the capital with him, and he also wanted to pretend to be husband and wife. Whether it was with Feng Qixiang or pretending to be husband and wife with him, Qiao Lan refused at first, she thought that it would be more convenient to act alone, but when she saw the ice basin in the carriage, which was faintly emitting cool air, she agreed very unprincipledly.

This weather, it gets hot day by day, especially at noon, it's so hot that it can roast people, if there is an ice basin, if there is an ice basin, if there is an ice basin......

In the carriage, Feng Qixiang was sitting in a precarious position, holding a volume of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his hand and studying it carefully. Originally, he was supposed to ride a horse, but Yuxi's little milk baby was clamoring to take the carriage, and he didn't want Qiao Lan and Yuxi to be alone, so he also came to the carriage.

The heat was rolling outside, and the coolness was blowing in the carriage, Qiao Lan leaned on the cushion beside her ironing, and rolled up a sweet and sour preserved fruit. Although the taste under the fence is not pleasant, the taste of rushing under the scorching sun is even more uncomfortable, and the lesser of two evils.

Yuxi despised Qiao Lan who was deceived into the car by two pots of ice, and he unceremoniously criticized Qiao Lan for being unprincipled, unstanceless, and spineless.

"Shut up!" Qiao Lan glared at him viciously, thinking, you are not a person, of course you are not afraid of the heat, I didn't see that I have been scorched on the outside and tender on the inside in the past few days, and if I continue to be exposed like this, it will be a small matter to become a black charcoal, and it will not be good to delay the plan to go home.

"It's just two pots of ice, and you're too cheap. ”

"Don't underestimate two pots of ice, put it aside in this era, but you can't get it with silver for luxury enjoyment. "At least I can't.

Qiao Lan and Yuxi bit their ears, Feng Qixiang saw it in his eyes, causing the book in his hand to not turn a page for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and coughed, "Lady, make a pot of tea for your husband." (To be continued.) )