Fang Yuchen understood that he had misunderstood, and secretly laughed in his heart, he would actually think that Yan Taixiu smiled and claimed to be his little maid or something, he was a little confused.

It is not surprising that the wind reminds him to get up, if his housekeeper in charge of foreign affairs in the past few years is Fang Yuhan, it is this wind that can understand his meaning and be submissive to him in every way.

Fang Yuchen's work and rest, especially in eating and sleeping, as well as the need to plan early, will strictly follow the matters that are decided. In his past life, there would be occasional times when he went to bed late or woke up late, and the wind would remind him again and again. In matters of life, as long as the wind is not conducive to his physical health, he will explain and mention it. It is also because of this that the wind can be said to have won the trust and love of Fang Yuchen's mother, Yan Zisha.

But the wind is not persistent, and her attitude towards the other party's ministers will always be very accurate. Neither will he be afraid of Fang Yuchen's insistence, nor will he stubbornly provoke his displeasure. Of course, if she was keenly aware of what Imperial Minister Fang must insist on, she would also act obediently. At this point, she never caused Fang Yuchen to be bored with her.

Covered with a soft and comfortable cotton blanket and smelling the refreshing fragrance of gardenias, the courtiers felt extremely heavy on their eyelids this morning.

Maybe there were too many things that made him unhappy yesterday, the one who disturbed his game mood called the night attack, and the Yantai show that seemed to be a little weird and incomprehensible, Fang Yuhan and her actually played a trick between each other to frame each other so that people couldn't distinguish clearly, and the snow-haired girl still had the attitude that made him extremely angry.

Fang Yuchen wrapped himself in a blanket and turned over lazily on the bed, yawning weakly and said, "I'll sleep a little longer." ”

I don't know if it's the subconscious that has been formed in the past four years or the anger that is still at work in my heart, as long as I think of that snow-haired girl, he is extremely angry, and my heart is like holding a mouthful of blood.

In front of that snow-haired girl before, he only had that kind of loving and caring love for her, and he couldn't wait to tie her firmly to his side every day, even she was afraid of choking when she drank saliva, and even every bite of the food she ate thought about whether the temperature was suitable or not, and the taste was not delicious. This kind of relationship is even more like a father and daughter, rather than any relationship between men and women.

But now he only has a haze in his heart for the snow-haired girl, like anxiety, anger, and depression, as long as he faces her, he sees her soft and weak and even bloodless appearance, he is both distressed and at the same time has an incomparably strong sadistic pleasure rising.

Why would she do it? Why didn't she say anything? Why does she always use these attitudes to anger herself?

As long as he thought about it, he only had a rough sadistic intention towards her. This kind of revenge-like pleasure always made him feel extremely comfortable in his heart at the time, but when he saw her slender and delicate limbs covered with bruises and red swelling afterwards, it often made his heart ache uncontrollably, as if it was more uncomfortable than hurting him.

His relationship with the snow-haired girl seems to have been maintained in such a strange way over the years.

She often used those attitudes and words to tone him repeatedly, and he repeated the past in the hope that she would change her mind, and then he would always be angry in his heart because of a certain sentence from the girl, and he would abuse her again, and after the anger subsided for a while, he hugged her and whispered something, and then left the ice and snow world.

Once, Fang Yuchen fell asleep tired afterwards. But when he woke up again on the bed in the cabin, the snow-haired girl still had her eyes closed, her hands clenched into fists on his chest, and she leaned peacefully on his arms.

Since the incident of the assassination that night, Fang Yuchen felt that the snow-haired girl had no chance of killing him, if she wanted to do it, she could still have many chances in such a two-person world, she could have another duel with the sober him, and she could easily attack him who was unsuspecting and sleeping.

Fang Yuchen once saw this as an opportunity for the relationship between the two to warm up, and he naively thought that it was his sincerity that finally moved the snow-haired girl.

But in fact, apart from no longer working with him, the snow-haired girl's attitude towards him has not even changed.

She still kept talking as if it had nothing to do with her about how she had brutally murdered the little ferret they had raised, how she had leaked the layout of his First Fort to the remnants of the "Light of Salvation", and how she had planned to assassinate him unsuspectingly that night in the pretense of entering his room and talking to him intimately.

And last night, Fang Yuchen dreamed of these things again. I dreamed of how he had doted on the snow-haired girl before, how she had beaten him all over his body that night in the battle with him, and how indifferent she had become to his scars.

If it had been before, she would have become uncomfortable just because he had suffered some grievances elsewhere. If he was injured, he would feel as distressed as if he couldn't breathe.

Fang Yuchen still remembers that on the way back with the snow-haired girl, his fleet was attacked by a large number of "Salvation Light" personnel.

This attack was definitely called the "light of salvation", and the main elite who were nearby at that time poured out. Fang Yuchen had been to the turbulent Southern Star Domain twice, and this time he hadn't traveled with his mother Yan Zisha once.

But he traveled to the Southern Star Domain, and he still had a large number of "Backlight Guards" under the command of his father Fang Yun to protect him.

Among the leaders of this group of backlight guards, there is a husband and wife, the female is an SSS-level ability, and the man is a demigod-level powerhouse, and he is basically an unhindered existence in this world.

At the end of the attack, the Light of Salvation was powerless to resist, and the remnants released a large number of half-finished test subjects of the "Divine Mercy Project" as they lay dying.

These half-finished test subjects were only brutally murdered the remnants of the Savior Light that released them the moment they were released.

But they were furious and had an endless desire to kill, and after this short baptism of blood, they stretched out their bloodthirsty minions to the personnel of the Fang Imperial Minister's fleet on the opposite side.

And in this battle with these large number of half-finished test subjects, the husband and wife died to cover Fang Yuchen, which made his father Fang Yunlai furious.

This was the most angry time in Fang Yuchen's life when he saw his father, and he had not been to the Southern Star Domain since then.

In that battle, Fang Yuchen, who was still a teenager, was also injured in many places, and on the way back in a heavy atmosphere, even the snow-haired girl, who had just met for less than a month at that time, was worried and scared on his little face when he saw him injured in the ship.

She's only so young, and she's suffering from the turmoil of the Southern Star Domain, right? At that time, the young Fang Yuchen thought in his heart.

Unlike a stinking and submissive little girl when they first met, he showed a soft smile.

This little girl with long snow-white hair, a little ignorant but calm and quiet, although her white dress is a little tattered, there is no unpleasant smell. When they first met, he had a very good feeling for her, and this feeling quickly extended into affection in the short days of the rear cruiser.

What a little angel-like girl God gave him.

But one day, this little angel who had been glued to him and obedient to him, who would feel sorry for all the injuries he had suffered since then, and who would be even more unhappy if he was a little unhappy for him, also became indifferent to the wounds on his body, and even these wounds were created by her own hands.

Why? Why?

In his dreams, he repeatedly questioned the snow-haired girl, but all he got was her soft, but indifferent smile.

He was annoyed in his heart, stretched out his hand and roughly tore open the girl's thin pleated skirt like water, and a bright snow-white delicate skin on his slender long legs appeared in front of him, and he was about to reach out to let this gentleness clearly feel the anger in his heart, and let her put away her past as if it was none of her business, but the scene in front of her suddenly changed.