At the door of the farmer's house, a table of farmer's food was set up, when Huang Fuchen appeared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Two less!"

"Two less!" Adjutant Chen and the driver Xiaobing both stood up and saluted respectfully.

The title of Huangfu Ershao is said in advance before going out, so as not to make the young marshal too public.

Huang Fuchen made a gesture to stop, and fell in a deep voice, "Disguise yourself, no need to be informal, sit down and have lunch together!" ”

"Yes!" Adjutant Chen and the driver Xiaobing both sat down, and Huang Fuchen sat down.

It was the first time for the driver to sit and dine with the young marshal, and the whole person was very restrained.

At this time, Ye Yanran's face was flushed, and she walked towards the farmer's house from a distance, just stepped into the front yard of the farmer's house, and saw the people eating around a table, her eyes fell on Huang Fuchen, who was moving chopsticks, her eyes fell slightly, her little hands were clenched, and she wanted to step forward, but she stopped hesitantly and froze in place.

Huang Fuchen glanced at it, his eyes crossed a smug light, and he paused slightly in the action of picking up vegetables, and fell to the ground in a deep voice, "Come and eat, don't stand stupidly!" ”

Ye Yanran listened, her heartstrings fluttered, her hands clenched tightly, and she looked at the man who was not shocked, as if she was nothing, and her chest was angry.

Ye Yanran sat down angrily, and the only remaining seat was leaning on Huang Fuchen.

Ye Yanran was uncomfortable, just now this man made that kind of light move to himself, and now how do you want her to get along with him calmly, she let go of her hands stiffly and picked up a bowl of rice on the table.

"Serve me a bowl of soup!" Huang Fuchen's voice fell faintly.

Ye Yanran listened, raised her eyes slightly, and saw that Adjutant Chen and the driver Xiaobing were looking at her, and the whole person understood at once.

Ye Yanran touched an empty bowl on the side with her hand, held back her anger and picked up the spoon and filled a bowl of soup, but she was very angry in her heart, what did this man think of himself? Servant girl? His concubine? Why? Why do you repeatedly instruct yourself and do such excessive things to yourself?

The bowl of soup was just about to fall, and a palm suddenly came horizontally, and Huang Fuchen held her hand with a deep evil smile on the corner of his lips, and took the bowl of soup.

Huang Fuchen stared sharply at the woman's face of forbearance, and the pair of slightly drooping eyes revealed a trace of strength, as if he was forbearing, but just now in the haystack, this woman's stubborn resistance has made him very interested, and his consistent obedience has made him tired, and suddenly there is a woman who can resist herself like this, which seems to be much more interesting than before!

Huang Fuchen sometimes thinks that if she is really not Ah Zhuo's girlfriend, maybe she will not be so slow with her, he Huang Fuchen wants a woman, it should be easy, he likes to see the feeling of conquest, he likes to see this woman will be impressed by his ambition, willing to become his own place.

Ye Yanran looked at Emperor Fuchen's dark rolling eyes, her heart trembled, and she wanted to speak.

"There's still straw on my head, I haven't cleaned it!" Huang Fuchen's voice fell without being salty.

Ye Yanran trembled, and her heart tightened, only to find that Adjutant Chen and the driver Xiaobing, who were sitting opposite, were looking at her with strange eyes, and when they saw their gaze, they suddenly lowered their heads in avoidance.

Ye Yanran hurriedly touched her hair with both hands, touched it a little panickedly, and tore off two straws from her hair.

Huang Fuchen turned his head sideways, and the pair of deep and cold eagle eyes stared sharply at the woman whose red clouds had not faded, raised his palm, and stretched it to the woman's hair.

Ye Yanran was startled, and was about to skim her cheeks.

"Don't move!! There's another straw here! Huang Fuchen's stern voice fell, and his palm fell on the woman's hair, gently pulling off a straw between her hair, and shaking it in front of her eyes.