-- Fake change, don't buy it first, wait for it to be changed---

――――This chapter feels a little lily for Mao――――

"Xiaoyi, why did you come back so late? Eh, this girl is the one who fell into the water a few days ago, it's really good-looking. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The woman carried the little tiger again, "My kid won't come home after dark, I'll take it back, my family is still waiting at home......"

After speaking, the woman took the little tiger and left, Ying Zheng just took a good look, only to see the little tiger's eyes gurgling, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I didn't say anything, but my expression was a little helpless.

Thinking about Fang Zi, Ying Zheng was about to send Feng Jian back to the main house, but when he walked into the courtyard, he heard a rapid cough.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Ying Zheng looked for the sound, Li Qianchen was wearing a Taoist robe, standing in front of the door of his own room, one hand on the door, his eyes fell on her, to be precise, it was on her hand holding Feng Jian.

The hand on the doorrail tightened, and Li Qianchen said from afar: "You're back?"

"Hmm. Ying Zhengying continued to send Feng Jian back to the room.

Someone's face darkened behind him.

Ying Zheng took two steps, and then heard the sound of stumbling footsteps behind her, she took two more steps, and one arm was horizontal in front of her, Ying Zheng finally looked at him: "Don't get in the way." ”

Li Qianchen has been blacklisted, and Ying Zheng feels that he can endure it and not do it, which is quite merciful.

thought that when she said this, Li Qianchen would still be stalked, but the horizontal hands were suddenly retracted, and Li Qianchen looked at her with a smile, and there seemed to be two deep flames in his eyes, and he was so cold that he was frightened.

"Zhengyi, this master almost forgot, your heart is cold......"

After saying this, Li Qianchen turned around and walked towards his room, making it clear that every step seemed to be using the greatest strength, but he walked very firmly, not dragging mud and water.

Ying Zheng took off Feng Jian's hand, and the temperature on his hand seemed to dissipate suddenly.

Feng Jian saw that something was wrong with Ying Zheng, so he only glanced at Li Qianchen's back again, and entered the house alone.

"Come in. ”

Ying Zheng didn't move when she heard this, she just watched the figure enter the room, her eyes were dark, and she vaguely felt that what Li Qianchen wanted to say just now was not 'your heart is cold', but it shouldn't be too different.

Feng Jian lit the candlestick in the house, took out the pen and ink, took out a piece of rice paper, and wrote down the recipe with his hands.

Ying Zheng walked to the table, a piece of rice paper had already written a third, it was a waste of paper typesetting, the words were too large, and there were a lot of spaces around the words, but the writing was very regular, like a specific writing format.

On handwriting, Feng Zheng writes better than Ying Zheng, the brushstrokes are long, it seems to contain some kind of different feelings, Ying Zheng's writing is more masculine, and the brushstrokes are a little scattered, not into a frame.

People are beautiful, and their handwriting is good, and there is no reason.

Ying Zheng waited for a while, and Feng Jian stopped his pen, threw it aside, and spread out the whole piece of rice paper to dry.

Ying Zheng stood over to look, suddenly there was more weight on her shoulders, her head was facing the fluttering eyes of the phoenix note, she leaned on her shoulders with both hands, and rested her chin on her shoulders, which was very familiar with the movements.

Ying Zheng looks at her, and she looks at her.

As if everything was logical and natural.

Ying Zheng doesn't like other people's touches very much, unless she takes the initiative to touch others, she only feels itchy on her shoulders at this time, and she can't help but want to touch the person hanging on her shoulder.

In fact, she did the same, and controlled the force.

It's just that as soon as she got it down, Feng Jian picked it up again, and looked at her innocently: "I just finished writing, I'm so tired, borrow me to lean on." ”

With that, she buried her face in her shoulder and rubbed it hard.