Dong Wenfeng rested in the villa for three days after the battle of Dong's Hotel, and Shen Bingyan still did not want to entangle with Dong Wenfeng's other women as usual, so he followed Baimei Taoist back to Huangpizi Taoist Temple.

Sun Tanghua and Dong Wenfeng fought together, but their bodies were also damaged, and then they also slipped away, but Shen Bingyan couldn't avenge this feud.

And the saddest thing is that the cultivation of a hundred remnants of the Taoist for decades was angry to death in the Dong Hotel, in the final analysis, it was his most beloved little disciple who actually abandoned himself halfway and ran away, and he had his last breath and died directly.

Dong Wenfeng stretched his waist leisurely, but there was a rapid but melodious crisp female voice behind him.

Dong Wenfeng looked back and saw Song Xiaoyun's girl running gracefully towards him. Because the running was too violent, the pair of small and white rabbits on the chest also shook non-stop, convex, and moved one after another, which made Dong Wenfeng's mouth dry and irritable, and his whole body was hot.

Since this little girl learned to dress up with Murong and Tong Wan'er, her appearance has become more and more beautiful and moving. The frosty snow skin was shining faintly under the sun, coupled with this little girl's natural perfect figure, it was really fascinating! Dong Wenfeng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Song Xiaoyun came to Dong Wenfeng, panting, her white and white forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her plump chest was also trembling, which was very tempting.

Dong Wenfeng took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully helped Song Xiaoyun Xiao Nizi wipe the fragrant sweat off her face, and asked with a kind smile: "Sister Yun'er, what are you looking for me?"

Song Xiaoyun had already moved to Dong Wenfeng's villa manor at this time, and even Lao Song was fortunate enough to move in.

At this moment, he can no longer be called Lao Song, he already has another identity, that is, Manager Song, the person in charge of Hechuan Dong's Hotel. Qu Jianghai's scum has been expelled, and Lao Song is the only one who bears the brunt of the crisis, so Dong Wenfeng has always been grateful for this credit. If he hadn't been there, he was afraid that the loss of Dong's Hotel would basically be equivalent to hundreds of millions, so Dong Wenfeng used his "private power" to give Lao Song this position.

Dong Wenfeng's considerate but somewhat intimate actions made Song Xiaoyun's heart sweet, and her pretty face was full of redness. Song Xiaoyun's little head was lowered for a long time before she mustered up the courage to raise her head and said softly: "Brother Wenfeng, thank you for wiping my sweat for me." ”

"Sister Yun'er, it's a trivial matter, why worry about it. Dong Wenfeng responded disappreciably, with a decent and gentlemanly face. It's just that a pair of restless eyes are sliding around the perfect figure of the little girl in front of him.

Song Xiaoyun naturally noticed the young master's red gaze, her face instantly turned red to the root of her ears, her head hung down to her chest, and she was very shy. I was going to tell him everything, but I forgot all about it for a while.

"Sister Yun'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, but the more beautiful it is, I don't know which son is blessed, hehe..." Dong Wenfeng followed Song Xiaoyun to the beach, he was idle, and teased without any words. On his countenance, he had a sanctimonious look, as if such light words did not come from his mouth at all.

Song Xiaoyun snorted, two red glows suddenly flew on her face, her mouth was red with shame, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito humming:

"Brother Wenfeng, you are getting worse and worse, you are so teasing people. ”

Looking up and seeing Song Xiaoyun with her head down, like two red roses on her face, Dong Wenfeng couldn't help but smile and said, "Men are not bad, women are not loved!"

"Brother Wenfeng, there is a person living in my heart, but I am afraid that this person will not agree to me. Song Xiaoyun said softly, and the tiny fingers of those two hands kept pulling at the thin coat outside.

"Oh, it turns out that our sister Yun'er already has a sweetheart, I'll listen to it!" Although Dong Wenfeng's words were a joke, his tone was obviously much heavier.

"My sweetheart is far away in front of me, you can guess it!" After Song Xiaoyun finished speaking, she lowered her head directly, but this sentence was extremely firm.

When Dong Wenfeng heard this, he was frightened, how could this girl be? I just treat her as a little sister, and there is a nine-year difference between the two of us.

Dong Wenfeng gently wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, glanced around, patted his heart that was beating violently, and said with some embarrassment: "Sister Yun'er, you can't be impulsive! You already know my situation, and besides, you are still young, wouldn't it be a delay to follow me." ”

"Brother Wenfeng, are you rejecting me like this?" Song Xiaoyun's beautiful eyes were suddenly covered with a thin layer of mist, and she looked at Dong Wenfeng with resentment, very aggrieved, with a posture of mountain rain coming and the wind full of buildings.

Dong Wenfeng didn't expect this girl to play really! He waved his hand again and again and explained: "Sister Yun'er, don't think nonsense, I absolutely not."

That's what it means, in my heart, you are a model of a lady, a model among women, and the dream lover of countless righteous gentlemen. ”

Dong Wenfeng came to his heart with all the sweet adjectives that came to mind and blurted out, coupled with his slightly flustered and embarrassed appearance, which made Song Xiaoyun burst into laughter.

It's just that those charming eyes contain endless tenderness and sweetness, so thick that they seem to be about to turn into water dripping down, and the delicate red lips are slightly open and whispered: "Brother Wenfeng, don't talk nonsense, I really thank you for your false praise just now, it's a pity that I was born poor, and my father also relied on Brother Wenfeng to pull it up, this kind of family background is naturally not worthy of Brother Wenfeng's nobility, just now it was just a joke I made, don't mind!"

Song Xiaoyun said this, her eyes were full of faint sadness.

Dong Wenfeng naturally already knew Song Xiaoyun's family, so she studied hard since she was a child, but she still couldn't escape a little inferiority. Dong Wenfeng naturally felt Song Xiaoyun's pain, hugged Song Xiaoyun gently and said, "Silly girl, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to look down on you." Since you have moved into my Dong Mansion, you are naturally a member of my Dong family, from now on, let me take care of you, okay?"

Dong Wenfeng's emotional/emotional words made Song Xiaoyun burst into tears, and her hands hugged Dong Wenfeng's body tightly, leaned on his arms, and said in a choked voice: "Well, thank you, Brother Wenfeng." ”

"Silly girl..."Ye Fan affectionately stroked Song Xiaoyun's long black hair like a waterfall, and then faintly admired the morning glow of the villa manor, and a few seagulls flew over from time to time.

With such a pleasant scene, Dong Wenfeng's hugging of a beauty is also a very pleasing thing.