Feng Hao frowned, held her hand in the palm of his hand, and said in a dumb voice: "Maybe, I won't want you, a hundred years later!

Xia Yucheng heard the meaning of his words, and he was quite happy in his heart, but he felt that he couldn't take it seriously. She smiled silently, took his big palm in the palm of her hand with her backhand, and looked down.

His palms, which were a lot larger than hers, were well-cut and extremely neatly trimmed. If you don't look closely, you will only think that his fingers are slender and elegant, and with his lofty temperament, you will think that they are a pair of well-maintained and pampered hands.

But in fact, if you look at his palm, you can see some hard calluses, which are a little rough to the touch.

"Are these calluses left over from practicing swordsmanship?" she used her little finger to play with his hard cocoons.

Feng Hao slightly bows his head, indicating default. As the new generation of the Feng family head and the successor of the Phantom Alliance, the training he has to receive is more than just swordsmanship.

He was subjected to all kinds of rigorous training at a very young age, and his peers' toys and games were not related to him. What he wants to learn is how to be a leader who is invisible, and who is resolute in his decision.

And his uncle is the best of them, so he admires his uncle Feng He and dreams of being a man like him. So, all the hard work and diligence were shortcuts for him to get closer to his uncle.

Now, he feels that he has done it, but alas......

His most adored uncle is no longer visible!

Thinking about it, Feng Hao let out a long sigh.

"What are you thinking?" Xia Yucheng tilted his head to look at his solemn face.

"Nothing, just remembering my uncle. There was a hint of sadness in his deep eyes, fleeting. His face was restored to his usual indifference.

"Uncle?"

"Yes, I adore him, he is almost omnipotent in my eyes. Feng Hao's mind conjured up the image of his uncle Feng He, as if he had seen him wielding a warrior's long knife in the cherry blossom courtyard again.

He is handsome and mighty, and his movements are like flowing water.

"Hao, that photo in your study belongs to your uncle?" Xia Yucheng recalled the photo, she had always thought it was Fenghao's father.

"Well, my uncle, Fenghyuk!"

"You look alike, if you don't look closely, you will think that the one in the photo is you!Who took the photo? Take it well, your uncle's expression looks so happy?" Xia Yucheng was a little curious, she didn't know why Feng Hao had fatherly feelings for her uncle, she wanted to understand, 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 picture was taken by a woman whom my uncle loved so much, so only she could capture that expression. Feng Hao said with emotion.

That kind of happiness and satisfaction is only available when a man is facing a beloved woman.

"Is that photo your treasure?" Xia Yucheng asked intentionally or unintentionally, looking up at the moon. Her treasures, but they were torn apart.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Feng Hao frowned slightly, and when he talked about the photo, he naturally remembered his coercion of Xia Yucheng last night.

Collection?

Both photographs could be described as treasured, but he was sure that the meaning was absolutely different.

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