Thinking of the last time he diagnosed Huang Fulin's pulse, at the door of the ancient mansion, Tong Yi handed him a handkerchief and wasted a bottle of good things in Xilouyue, Ye Qinghuan understood why Tong Yi observed so carefully.

It turns out that he is a person with a habit of cleanliness, so it's no wonder he found out.

Ye Qinghuan felt a little speechless, could it be that such a beautiful man in the world who is the same as inside and outside can't escape the word 'cleanliness'?

Anyway, she's not serious, at most she has to wash her hands when she comes into contact with something disgusting, which is just a slight love to clean.

"It's fine." Tong Yi was stunned for a moment, and replied in a very casual tone.

But he quickly glanced at Ye Qinghuan with those beautiful phoenix eyes, and asked, "The little county lord doesn't like it?" ”

Ye Qinghuan hurriedly waved his hand: "That's not it, it's just that my ninth uncle also has this problem." I noticed that there seemed to be all good-looking men, so I asked out of curiosity. ”

Good-looking man......

Tong Yi lifted his lips slightly mockingly, so he had some weight in her heart, right?

At least, good-looking.

"If the little lord is tired, lie down on it for a while." Tong Yi gave way very gentlemanly, stayed by Murong Yafeng's side, and gave Ye Qinghuan the largest place to rest.

Ye Qinghuan smiled: "How can I be tired? You're taking care of Yafeng all the way. ”

As a girl's family, it is indeed inconvenient for her to take care of Murong Yafeng, so Tong Yi did it herself all the way.

It's no wonder it's hard to play for children.,It's obviously a man with a great degree of cleanliness...... turned out to be doing this kind of old mother's work.

"It should." The corners of Tong Yi's mouth faintly hooked up a smile, looking at Ye Qinghuan's eyes, slightly warm, not instantaneous.

This made Ye Qinghuan a little uncomfortable, she felt ...... She'd better rest!

"If you don't say that I don't feel it yet, I will be sleepy when you say it." Ye Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and said, "I'll squint for a while, and Yafeng will ask you." ”

"Okay." Tong Yi looked at Ye Qinghuan for a moment, and suddenly approached Ye Qinghuan, and stretched out his hand to Ye Qinghuan's waist.

The two were so close to each other that Ye Qinghuan could smell the faint smell of sweat on Tong Yi's body, and she wondered how a man could have such a fragrance when he sweated.

But her mouth was already subconsciously protesting: "What are you doing......"

Before the last word came out, she felt a softness behind her waist, as if something had been stuffed in.

"Stuff a lumbar pillow, it will be more comfortable." Tong Yi lowered his eyes, stared at her for a moment, and then retreated with a faint smile and returned to his original position.

Seeing Tong Yi taking care of Murong Yafeng with his eyes down, Ye Qinghuan looked at the sky speechlessly.

So, is she a villain in the belly of a gentleman?

Tong Yi shouldn't laugh at her in his heart, right?

Ye Qinghuan peeked at Tong Yi for a while, and found that this man was indeed somewhat attractive to women, in some ways...... He was even gentler than her ninth uncle.

It's no wonder that Huangfu Yunhua likes Tong Yi so much, and wants to stuff Tong Yi into her again.

What a pity!

She is an unrequited love for a flower, and she is not blessed!

After a while, Ye Qinghuan took a nap against the slightly bumpy carriage wall, although it was not enough to sleep, but at least there was rest.

It was only at this moment that Tong Yi's faint phoenix eyes left Murong Yafeng's body, and slightly cast them on the face of the little girl who was close at hand, and saw the delicate facial features that were already half long.

She slept so hard, her eyebrows frowned slightly, Tong Yi had an impulse to pull her into his arms and lend her his arms.