Chapter Twenty-Seven: Salt the Wound

"Cough, cough, cough......" Wolf Mochen's coughing voice echoed in the huge room, interrupting Yang Yunan's words in time. Apparently he understood what it meant.

The housekeeper who had been standing quietly on the side skillfully handed over a glass of water. When he touched Wolf Mochen's hand, he obviously felt that he was a little stiff, and Young Master Wolf was a little nervous, and his face was slightly dyed crimson.

Steward Feng watched Wolf Mochen grow up, and saw his joys and sorrows, but he had never seen him shy. Steward Feng seemed to see something, Young Master Wolf had grown up, and he suddenly felt very relieved, showing an old fatherly smile.

Wolf Mochen naturally sensed Steward Feng's emotions, his eyes leaned over coldly, and Steward Feng looked calm for a second, and respectfully stepped aside.

Yang Yunan is very professional, when it comes to professionalism, he forgets everything, and he doesn't notice that there is anything abnormal in Wolf Mochen, and still crackles and says: "As long as that girl vents the poison of the fire, you can eradicate the monthly old diseases, and you don't have to endure the pain of boiling blood in the whole body and wanting to explode." I'm 90 percent sure of the old man, Young Master Wolf, you can't miss this opportunity, you must have a ...... with that girl as soon as possible."

"Old Yang!" Wolf Mochen stopped him again in time, and his tone was as calm as water, "I know." ”

Yang Yunan was a little confused, it was really the emperor who was not in a hurry to be a eunuch, he had been sick for so many years, and he finally got the opportunity to be cured, why was Young Master Wolf so inappropriate?

The room suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was somewhat difficult to describe. Yang Yunan was a little confused, everything was ready, only the east wind was owed, what was Wolf Mochen worried about? He suddenly realized: "That, Young Master Wolf, are you afraid that the girl won't like you?" ”

Wolf Mochen's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the boxer rubbing his eyebrows tightened slightly, and suddenly remembered a delicate and lovely little face, and shouted angrily: Even if all the men in the world die, I won't like you!

He was inexplicably a little depressed, and his eyes shot coldly at Yang Yunan, this old man's words were like sprinkling salt on a wound.

Yang Yunan noticed the subtle changes in Wolf Mochen, thinking that he was in the middle of it, and persuaded bitterly: "If you are afraid of this, Young Master Wolf is simply too worried!" There is a saying that the old man knows not to say, but in order to reflect your charm, I will let it go. If I were a young girl, I would give you a hug! ”

Wolf Mochen couldn't help but glance at him, his brows twisted secretly, listening to Old Man Yang say this, he seemed to understand his overwhelming charm.

"yes, I see." Wolf Mochen didn't say much, and he couldn't hear any emotion. He pulled the quilt and lay down. An irrefutable voice came from the bed, "I'm sleepy, I'll talk about this later." ”

Yang Yunan's old face suddenly collapsed, and after saying so much, Young Master Wolf didn't understand the key point. Can this matter be delayed any longer? Maybe one day the bloodline will collapse......

Yang Yunan looked at the other person in the room as if asking for help, he was clear about the status of the housekeeper, and hoped that he could persuade the young master wolf to deal with the girl's affairs as soon as possible.

Steward Feng understood, nodded to him, and then made a gesture of please: "Professor Yang, it's not too early, I'll arrange for someone to send you back." ”。

Yang Yunan thought as he walked out of Wolf Mochen's room, Young Master Wolf wouldn't be a "friendship" with Yang Gongchong, right? That girl can't give it to others, even if it's his own grandson, he must get rid of the third party when he goes back!