Huang Fuchen turned his back to Ye Yanran, sat on a horizontal stool, eating his meal, and could hear the sound of drinking soup. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Yanran was stunned, stood for a long time without moving her footsteps, thinking about something in her heart.

In the room, Adjutant Chen's afterglow glanced at Ye Yanran, who was standing at the door, there was no squeak, there were some things, let the eighth aunt take a look at it herself, and she could understand a little bit in her heart.

Huang Fuchen concentrated on eating, and did not notice the movement behind him.

Ye Yanran saw it, lowered her eyes and thought deeply, took a step, and walked inside.

At this time, Huang Fuchen turned his back to the light, suddenly raised his head, his ears moved, turned his head, and glanced at the woman.

Huang Fuchen was stunned for a moment, reached out and took the wet brocade cloth on the side, wiped the corners of his lips, and quickly said naturally, "Yan'er, are you relieved?" ”

Ye Yanran nodded slightly, her eyes swept over the food on the table, and it was already swept away.

"Are you hungry?" Ye Yanran said softly and tentatively.

Huang Fuchen subconsciously glanced at the empty plates on the table, and said in a deep voice, "I'm a little hungry." ”

The light overhead, the color of lemon yellow, sprinkled on the two of them, plated with a layer of fine luster, and the eyes of the two of them, one high and one low, looked at each other for a moment.

"You... Haven't eaten in a long time? Ye Yanran's voice fell softly, and when she raised her head, her thoughtful eyes crashed into the man's pupils.

Adjutant Chen, who was on the side, listened and quietly retreated.

Huang Fuchen's sword eyebrows flashed slightly, his dark eyes flashed a little cramped, pondered for a moment, and hooked his lips and smiled a little uncomfortably.

"Yan'er, why do you ask that? Of course, it won't be a long time without eating, three meals a day, and Ben Shuai can't miss a meal. ”

After speaking, Ye Yanran looked at the man's eyebrows for the first time, the black and blue color under the eye sockets, and the red bloodshot of the whites of the eyes could still be seen under the lemon yellow light.

"The young marshal doesn't look like he's resting well?" Ye Yanran asked in a low voice, she just wanted to confirm what Adjutant Chen said.

When Huang Fuchen heard this, his expression crossed a trace of panic, and he smiled a little jerky, and his voice was dull, "Yan'er, you are looking for death, can Ben Shuai sleep well?" ”

Huang Fuchen put his long arms around the woman's shoulders and hugged her out of the ward, and the man's voice was a little higher, as if he was justifying something.

"Yan'er, you are looking for death, but you can worry about Ben Shuai to death, and if you really die, who will be born in this Shuai's sons."

When Ye Yanran heard this, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she glanced sideways at the man above her head, and when she heard this, her heart was a little unhappy.

Adjutant Chen, who was standing in the corridor, also heard what his young marshal said, and his brows furrowed.

Ye Yanran looked at Adjutant Chen, the two glanced at each other, Adjutant Chen shook his head slightly towards Ye Yanran, and gestured a little anxiously.

Ye Yanran lowered her eyes, thinking thoughtfully about something.

On his side, Huang Fuchen hooked the woman's shoulder, glanced at the sky outside, and saw that it was almost dawn.

"Yan'er, it's almost dawn, rest for a while, Dr. Ruth will examine you again and take you home."

A moment later, in the ward, Ye Yanran rested on the hospital bed, and the temporarily moved couch was set aside on the side.

The man on the couch slept soundly, and the sound of heavy snoring fell around the room.

Such a heavy snoring can be heard in the deep tiredness of the breath.

Ye Yanran drank a glass of water, got out of the hospital bed, and moved her feet slightly towards Huang Fuchen on the couch.

Ye Yanran stood, with a thin and tall figure, standing beside the couch, bowing her head, looking at the man on the couch with deep phoenix eyes.

The lemon yellow wall lamp outlines a clear outline, the bridge of the nose, and then down, the thin lips that are tightly pursed, and the chin that is like a knife.

Heavy snoring rises and falls, precipitating the tiredness that has not slept for a long time.

Ye Yanran looked at the man deeply for a long time, bent down slightly, and squatted beside the man.

"Huang Fuchen, I found out for the first time. I can't read you. Ye Yanran muttered a word, got up again, and fell back to the bed.

。。。。。。

At noon, downstairs in the medical hall.

Huang Fuchen hugged Ye Yanran and got out of the car.

The car drove towards the area of the moat.

Ye Yanran looked at the passing scenery outside the car window, and said slightly, "Young marshal, where is this going?" Doesn't it look like going back to the Shuaifu? ”

Huang Fuchen hooked his lips meaningfully, lowered his head and kissed the woman's earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Yan'er, take you somewhere, I believe you will like it." ”

Ye Yanran glanced sideways at the man, and when she turned her head, she inadvertently collided with Huang Fuchen's eyes.

Close distance...

Lips are about to touch lips.

"Yan'er." Huang Fuchen called out in a low voice, and his dark red thin lips took the woman's delicate and white lips in one mouth.

A deep kiss, the tip of the tongue around the woman's teeth, licking each teeth, Huang Fuchen's palm wrapped around the woman's thin waist, and held the woman's face with one palm.

Tossing and kissing the woman's lips.

Ye Yanran's breath was slightly held, she was already weak, she didn't refuse, she just closed her eyes, she felt the man's heavy breath, with gentle strength.

。。。。

Moments later, the car stopped in front of the mansion terrace along the moat.

The moat, with thin ice on the surface of the river, is already a sparkling river with green shoots of golden weeping willows.

Around the mansion, rows of ginkgo trees surround rows of Western-style houses, with green buds on the branches, fresh after the rain, and a few sparrows are beating and pecking on the branches.

The car stopped.

The lips of the sect were loosened, and Huang Fuchen put his arms around the woman's shoulders, hugged them in his arms, crossed his heads, and landed on their backs.

The man bent over and said in a low voice, "Yan'er, will you still seek death?" ”

Ye Yanran was kissed out of a little blood-colored lip, moved slightly, and slowly shook her head, "No, I've died once." ”

"Get out of the car."

Huang Fuchen pulled Ye Yanran out of the car, and then got out of the car, and not far away, a blonde and blue-eyed foreigner waved at Huang Fuchen and shouted excitedly, "Young marshal!" Young marshal! ”

Adjutant Chen looked over and immediately motioned to Huang Fuchen, "Young Marshal, it's Mr. John." ”

Mr. John ran over and ran to Huang Fuchen, and immediately gave a thumbs up and praised excitedly, "good!good!that'sverykindofyoutodance. ”

Mr. John chattered, Huang Fuchen frowned, and looked at Adjutant Chen, "What are you talking about?" ”

Adjutant Chen laughed dryly, "Young marshal, my subordinates don't understand, Translator Li will come over in a while, or ask him." ”

Ye Yanran, who was on the side, listened to Mr. John's words, her eyes slightly glowed a little incredible, and she looked at Huang Fuchen beside her.

"Young marshal!" Ye Yanran spoke calmly, "This gentleman praised you for dancing so well that night!" ”

Huang Fuchen came back to his senses all of a sudden and looked at Ye Yanran, "You didn't go to the east to stay in the ocean, how can you still understand Western literature?" ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyes and looked at the man's dark eyes and dark brown pupils.

"Young marshal, I once stayed in the missionary's church, and I also went out with the nuns there to distribute righteous bread, so naturally I know some Western."

“good!learnsofast!” Mr. John chattered on the side.

The more Ye Yanran listened to what Mr. John said, the more she frowned, and her eyes fell on Huang Fuchen a little darker.

Huang Fuchen looked at Ye Yanran's strange look, "Yan'er, what's wrong?" What else does this hairy man say? ”

Ye Yanran stared at the man's eyes and moved her lips slightly, "He said. He said that you learn to dance so fast, just a few days of hard work. ”

Before Ye Yanran's words fell, Huang Fuchen's entire face darkened, and he was a little red with anger.

Huang Fuchen quickly turned around, crossed with an iron arm, grabbed Mr. John's collar, and dragged him out.

"oh~~no!what'shappened?oh~~no~" Mr. John wailed, and his whole body was dragged to the moat by Huang Fuchen.

Ye Yanran looked at everything that happened in front of her in dismay, and Adjutant Chen on the side couldn't help but smile secretly.

Ye Yanran heard Adjutant Chen's laughter behind her, and turned her head, "Adjutant Chen, when did the young marshal learn to dance?" ”

Adjutant Chen stopped laughing all of a sudden, and his voice fell, "Eighth aunt, the young marshal is just before the banquet, I learned it in those days, the young marshal took you to the banquet just to dance with you." ”

Ye Yanran listened and answered softly, "Oh~~"

Seeing Ye Yanran's faint reaction, Adjutant Chen paused, and then spoke again, "Eighth aunt, in fact, the young marshal never participates in the banquets held by these foreigners, these foreigners are all purposefully approaching the young marshal, and they want to obtain more benefits from the development of the five western provinces, but the young marshal has always rejected them. ”

"If you are excluded, then why do you want to participate?" Ye Yanran didn't understand very much.

Adjutant Chen raised his hand and adjusted the military hat on his head, and paused, "Eighth aunt, young marshal, that's because of you." ”

Ye Yanran listened, a little displeased and disdainful, "Adjutant Chen, what did you say, what does it have to do with me whether the young marshal goes to the banquet or not?" ”

"Aunt Eight, don't believe it!" Adjutant Chen anxiously explained, "After you came back from Jianzhou, the young marshal collected a lot of foreigners' gadgets, and the young marshal probably thought that the eighth aunt should like these when you returned from staying abroad." ”

"Therefore, in those days, the young marshal learned to dance the ballroom dance of foreigners." Adjutant Chen observed Ye Yanran's reaction and continued.

Ye Yanran's eyes fell in the distance, and Huang Fuchen had already turned back in great strides, dressed in a newly changed military uniform, tall and strong, and walked majestically.

Ye Yanran thought about it, in those days, the man's abnormal reaction crossed his heart.

Seeing this, Adjutant Chen hurriedly lowered his voice, "Eighth aunt, my subordinates are talking too much today, please forgive me." ”

Ye Yanran calmly fell back, "It's okay, Adjutant Chen, don't worry, I won't say it." ”

"Yan'er!" Huang Fuchen strode up to Ye Yanran, hooked the woman's shoulders with his horizontal hand, and looked a little uncomfortable.

"Yan'er, those foreign hairy children like to talk nonsense, don't listen to him, go! Ben Shuai will take you to see the new house! ”

In front of a splendid mansion building, the front yard is surrounded by white picket fences.

Huang Fuchen hugged the woman's thin waist, and waved his other iron arm as if he was slashing, his voice was loud and magnificent, "Yan'er!" Look! This mansion Ben Shuai bought it and gave it to you, see if you like it or not? ”

Ye Yanran listened to the man's triumphant tone, and remembered what Adjutant Chen had said earlier, and was silent.

Seeing that the woman did not respond, Huang Fuchen turned his head sideways in doubt, holding Ye Yanran's shoulders with both hands, and staring at it with deep understanding.

"Yan'er, what's wrong? Like it or not? Why not answer? Huang Fuchen asked again.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, looked at the man, and crashed into the pair of dark brown pupils, she saw the man's expectation, this was the first time she found it seriously.

Ye Yanran lowered her head and fell back lightly, "Well, it's good." I like it. ”

"Hahaha~~" Huang Fuchen heard this, the luster under his eyes deepened a little, he laughed loudly, and put his long arm around the woman's shoulder, "Yan'er, if you like it!" Listening to you say that you like it, it's harder than climbing to the sky! It's rare that you are willing to say you like it! ”

Ye Yanran listened to the man's hearty laughter, looked at the fine lines that were slightly raised at the corners of the man's eyes, and the deepest part of her heart was like a pool of spring river water gently rippling.

"Let's go! Look at the new house to go! Huang Fuchen bent down, picked up the woman on the ground, and strode towards the mansion.

There were two rows of servants standing at the door of the mansion, all arranged in advance.

"Hello young marshal! Aunt Eight is so good! All the servants fell in unison.

Huang Fuchen strode into the mansion with the woman in his arms.

At this time, a housekeeper in a long robe stepped forward and said respectfully, "Young marshal, eighth aunt, Western food is ready." ”

-End of Chapter-