With the last trace of afterglow falling on the horizon, Cheng Yangyang and Nanfeng finally finished collecting the bees and moved the beehives to a new position, and the two went back with the bucket.

"I didn't expect seven or eight beehives to have four buckets full of honey, which is not bad!"

Cheng Yangyang carried two buckets, Nanfeng carried two buckets, a total of more than 200 catties of honey, the first time she took honey, she was quite satisfied.

But it's really heavier, she can't lift it before she walks out of the flower field, and when Nanfeng sees this, he shouts at the air that his secret guard is also his only guard now.

"Chang Ning!"

After a while, Chang Ning hurried over, and when he saw the two buckets of honey beside Nan Fengyan, he naturally helped him carry it and flew back with light power.

Cheng Yangyang saw that Chang Ning only helped Nanfeng wantonly, and her father's emotion of not loving her mother just now came up again, "I'll be fine, the flowers are still fragrant, time keeps going, memories are so beautiful......"

She glanced at Nanfeng, pretended to be self-pitying and watched him sing softly, and picked a rose that was about to wither, and tore it off one by one, full of drama.

But Nan Feng was indifferent, he just looked at Cheng Yangyang and laughed silently, waiting for her to beg him.

Cheng Yangyang sang these sad songs back and forth several times, but Nanfeng still didn't react at all, and it was almost dark.

"Forget it, women should be self-reliant, I don't believe I can't get it back!" she rolled up her sleeves angrily, deliberately revealing her "unicorn arm" to let him know that she was also powerful!

Cheng Yangyang bent his knees slightly, grabbed a bucket handle in one hand, took a deep breath, and lifted it hard!

"Drink!" she shouted, and the bucket was lifted, but the man could not move.

Nanfeng looked at her with a big knife tone, and couldn't help but snicker, "Miss Yangyang, as long as you are willing to ask this king, this king is duty-bound!"

"Cut!" Cheng Yangyang glanced at him and said disdainfully, "You want me to beg you for this little thing, you dream!"

"I can walk on my own!" she stubbornly carried two buckets of honey, gritted her teeth and walked a few steps, her neck was suffocated, and she refused to beg him.

Nanfeng saw her leave, but he still moved, standing in place, looking at her with his hands on his chest.

Cheng Yangyang stopped after walking ten steps, she put down the bee bucket, shook her two arms vigorously, she looked back at Nan Fengyan angrily, hesitating something.

The little woman can stretch and contract, isn't it just to say a few words against her will, there is no need to get along with herself, besides, these two buckets, she really can't go back.

Cheng Yangyang turned around vigorously and looked at Nanfeng angrily, and in the next second, her face changed.

"Lord Wang~" she shouted delicately.

"What do you call this king?" Nanfeng knew that she couldn't pretend anymore, so he was open.

"If you don't call the prince, then call it ......" Cheng Yangyang's head turned quickly, "Brother Nanfeng?"

"Huh?" was a bit of a surprise to him, he thought she would call him by his own name.

His tone was just to express his surprise, but he didn't expect Cheng Yangyang to mistakenly think that she was dissatisfied with the title, so she changed her name again.

"Oh no, Brother Yan!" Cheng Yangyang confirmed the title, she pretended to run to him, came to his side, pulled his sleeve, and shook it.

"Brother Huh, people can't lift it, you can help others!"

She lowered her head and took his hand and shook it back and forth, her body twisting with it.

This action and tone were so disgusting that Cheng Yangyang almost couldn't help but curse directly, but for the sake of her career, she had to sacrifice her temperament.

"Brother Huh, other people's hands are so painful, they are all red, look at you!" she spread her hands in front of him, looking pitiful, and blew the palms of her hands that were not red.

Wanton, wanton brother?

Nanfeng Fan hadn't recovered from her sudden nickname, this "Brother Yan" almost made his bones crisp, he looked at Cheng Yangyang who was coquettish at him with a stupid face, this feeling was really amazing.

"Brother Hu, you can help others bring it back, okay, huh?"

Cheng Yangyang lowered his head and hooked his little finger with his index finger, and the last "um" made Nanfeng's heart melt.

"Leave it to this king!" The vanity of the man was greatly satisfied, and he felt that he was suddenly full of strength.

He strode towards the two barrels of honey, grabbed it with his big hand, and walked up the ridge with great momentum, striding high and full of spirit, trying his best to show Cheng Yangyang his masculine charm.

"......" Cheng Yangyang, who was behind him, saw this, and his face couldn't help but show a trace of disgust, how did he get the image of his boss in the past? Why does he look like a sand sculpture now?

Cheng Yangyang shook his head and reluctantly followed him.

After returning home, Nanfeng went to take a shower in a good mood, he thought that he had finally been adored by Cheng Yangyang, and he couldn't help humming a song in his mouth all night.

When Chang Ning saw this, he felt like he had seen a ghost, this was not his usual prince!

Cheng Yangyang put four buckets of honey in the ventilation of the kitchen, ready to process the honey tomorrow, she covered the honey and went to take a shower.

When I came back, I saw Nan Fengfang sitting on the sofa, looking at her with an aggrieved face.

She suddenly had a foreboding feeling, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"This king was stung in the neck", Nanfeng was so carried away just now that he forgot that his neck was stung, and now the stung place has been planted as big as an egg.

He touched the stung spot, and the bee needle inside was not pulled out.

"You were stung?" Cheng Yangyang heard this, and hurried over to help him check, "Where?"

She looked left and right, but she didn't see any wounds on his face.

"Here", Nanfeng looked up slightly, pointing to his injured neck.

"It's good if you don't hurt your face", Cheng Yangyang thought it was a big deal, just this one place.

"Miss Yangyang is so ruthless, this king hasn't pulled out the bee needle yet", hearing her ruthless words, Nanfeng couldn't help but complain about her, a complaining woman's tone.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you pull out the needle, and then I'll give you a medicine, okay!"

His tone made Cheng Yangyang goosebumps, she lost to him, okay!

Cheng Yangyang went back to the house to bring the medicine box, and used the candle flame to disinfect the silver needle, she held the candlestick in one hand and the silver needle in the other, and slowly approached him.

"You, you can't do it!" Nanfeng looked at the candlestick and silver needle that kept dripping wax in her hand, why did he feel a little unreliable?

"I can't see if I don't hold the fire, your wound is the size of a needle's eye", Cheng Yangyang explained to him, "I promise that my hands will not tremble, and I will not drip yours!"