"Brother Huang, is that the crown prince of Hua Dye? Who is that man next to him? A smart and pleasant voice sounded, and Qing Yuyan asked.

"What's the matter? didn't Yan'er take a fancy to it?" Qing Muli replied jokingly, the brother and sister had just gone out for a walk, and after the wind and ink dyed them, they also returned to the inn, so they saw the scene of Xi Yanyan hugging the wind and ink dyeing from the sky from a distance.

"No, I just think that person is not easy to provoke, so I asked. Qing Yuyan pouted and said, Brother Huang is really, where did he think of it.

"Yan'er's intuition is not wrong, since he is not in the picture, there is no need to know who he is, just remember not to provoke easily. The big hand touched Qing Yuyan's head with a lot of doting, there are some things that Qing Muli won't say, I don't want Qing Yuyan to contact too much is one of them, as for the second, to be honest, if it's not a special situation, he doesn't really want to have anything to do with that person, after all, the other party seems to see that he is not very pleasing to the eye, and most of the contact is also a secret competition with each other, and he is not happy......

"Lechuan, I think, my behavior doesn't seem to be very excessive, but the boss said that punishment is indispensable, what do you think he will do to me?" Huangfu Yanchen touched his chin with his hand, frowned slightly, and looked very worried, and asked Lechuan beside him, Huangfu Yanchen at this time played the role of a hidden guard under Xi Yanyan, and was hidden in the dark with Lechuan.

"......" is as cold as Lechuan, how can he easily return to him? The master doesn't want to see the people he wants, he naturally doesn't want to see either, not to mention the virtue of Huangfu Yanchen, even if it is punished, he deserves it!

Seeing that I didn't get any response to my words. Huangfu Yanchen touched his nose, and the rare acquaintance was no longer boring and didn't talk nonsense, but he felt that his future was very worrying......

"Xi Yanyan, do you think it's really good for you to treat your master like this?" Wind and ink dyeing simply admit it. Frowning, she shrunk her arms and legs, and sat up very domineeringly in mid-air. With one hand on her head and the other on her lap, if she wasn't in a suspended state of being carried by someone right now, this posture would be quite cool.

"The deity never talks much nonsense. "Implication. There is time to speak to you, and it is a waste of time to ask for permission. It's better to act directly, to be able to do it, and try not to squeak as much as possible! Xi Yanyan took a few big strides, and soon came to the newly wanted room. What he wanted was a double room, and as soon as Xi Yanyan stretched out his big hand to push open the door, he habitually wanted to throw the wind ink dye directly into it. It was only before the action was about to be sent that he stopped it again. Because he suddenly thought of that speculation, if Feng Mo Ran is a woman, it seems a little inappropriate to treat her like this, Xi Yanyan has not had much contact with women, so he can't measure his emotional intelligence well, and he doesn't know what to do with women, at least there is no woman who can make him want to be treated gently, and he can make him think about so many people, only Feng Mo Ran.

Xi Yanyan decided, although he was not very clear about emotional matters, but before determining the true gender of Feng Mo Ran, he decided not to treat her as "brutally" as before, and he couldn't drop her a few times at every turn, the big deal was to drop what he owed back after confirming her gender, of course, under the premise that she was a man.

Carrying the wind and ink dye, Xi Yan Yan strode into the room, and closed the door casually, and when he arrived in the house, he put the wind and ink dye firmly on the ground, this series of very humane actions made Feng Mo Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, Xi Yan Yan didn't even throw her in directly, the action was so considerate, shit, this bastard shouldn't have a bad brain, right? Or has the big pit inside eroded his entire head? Feng Mo swallowed her saliva, always feeling that something must have happened if Xi Yanyan was so abnormal, she pretended to be calm and walked to the table and sat down, no longer moved, and quietly in front of a beautiful man.

"Do you want to drink some wine?" Although it was a question, at the same time as Xi Yanyan spoke, he had already taken out a jar of wine from the cabinet next to the bed, as well as two wine glasses, walked to Feng Mo Dye, opened the jar, and put it on the table, the aroma of wine instantly overflowed, the taste was so sweet, and the saliva of Feng Mo Dye was about to flow down when he smelled it!

Xi Yanyan sat on the chair next to her, poured two glasses of wine, and then put them in front of her, and didn't give a glass to Feng Mo Dye, the corners of her mouth twitched, she knew that this slut would not let herself take advantage of it in vain, but she couldn't help the temptation of this jar of wine, it is estimated that its age is much older than the kind of flower wine that Qing Muli gave her to drink, and the material is definitely above it, this wine, Feng Mo Dye is definitely drunk! If Xi Yanyan doesn't give it, she will bite him to death!

"Want to drink?" Xi Yanyan picked up a wine glass, raised it in front of Feng Mo Ran's eyes, and shook it twice, Feng Mo Yan's eyes were straight, although she was not addicted to alcohol, but she was a complete alcoholic, such a priceless good wine, if she missed it, she would lose a lot of money! So as soon as Xi Yan Yan's words came out, she drooled at the same time, and immediately nodded fiercely.

"If you want to drink, you can, after drinking, the deity will ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them truthfully, okay?" Feng Mo dyed now that his heart was hanging on the jar of wine, so he didn't care too much, just ask, she answered truthfully if she could answer, and she couldn't make up reasons if she couldn't, so wouldn't it be good to pretend not to understand?

Xi Yanyan hooked the corners of his lips, with his IQ, how could he not expect the little abacus in Fengmoran's heart, he just didn't like to expose it, his big hand handed it to Fengmo's lips, and put the edge of the wine glass on her small mouth, signaling Fengmoran to drink the wine, let her taste it first. If it were usual, she would probably feel a little awkward and not easy to accept if she fed her with wind and ink like this, but now she doesn't care about that at all, and she even can't wait for Xi Yanyan to directly feed her the whole jar of wine!

"How's it taste?" Xi Yanyan's bewitching and enchanting voice sounded, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked a bewildering arc, the words were asked, but he already had the answer in his heart, looking at the dog eating meat in the wind and ink, and I couldn't wait to lick the wine glass clean, I knew that the taste of this wine must be super good, but it was raw, and Xi Yanyan liked to tease Feng Mo Dye with nothing to do, and look at her stupid virtue, but there was no lack of cuteness......

Feng Mo Dye chirped her lips, did not hesitate, nodded fiercely, now she even felt that Xi Yan Yan, who would only make cheap mistakes on weekdays, was the best silver in the world, for no other reason, Feng Mo Dye had been blinded by fine wine.

"Do you want to drink it anymore?" "Xi Yan Yan narrowed his demon pupils evilly, and continued to ask seductively, Feng Mo Dye nodded almost without thinking about it.

"Isn't it time for the deity to ask you a question?" asked with a bright smile on his face, and Feng Mo Ran paused for two seconds, raised his eyebrows, and nodded again.

"The deity wants a son, Dye Er gives birth to a deity, okay?" The charm on the face, the smile on it, the lethality became more and more intense, fortunately, before the wind and ink dyeed by the West Flame left a lot of psychological shadows, at this time she will not be easily confused by it, and instantly became alert, the wind and ink dye grinned a little bitterly, how inexplicably, back to the issue of giving birth to a son? (To be continued)