The most important thing is that when he saw him, he didn't grovel and flatter at all because of her status as the county lord.

Well, Ye Zitao admits that there is a little bit of an idea of cultivating him as his future husband.

It's a pity that now because she is a woman, this idea has been stifled in the cradle.

Nan Ji took a step back.

Then, bypass her and walk to the kitchenette.

"I've always been a woman."

After saying this, he disappeared around the corner.

Ye Zitao stood there and sighed again.

If the husband is gone, it's just that.

She's here, how can she not go in and meet her cousin?

But she really didn't want to go in at all.

Ye Zitao took a deep breath and lifted the hem of his skirt.

Walk into the study.

Walk up the blue-tiled stone steps and stand at the door of the study.

Speak carefully

"Cousin, I'm Zitao.

I'm here today to see my cousin. ”

After speaking, Ye Zitao suddenly made up his brain.

If her cousin doesn't want to see her, then she runs away and doesn't bother her cousin here.

The province delayed my cousin's review of family and state affairs.

If my cousin sees her, then go in quickly, and leave after the meeting, absolutely without delay, absolutely not obstructive!

The maidservants behind Ye Zitao could feel the nervousness of their master.

Finally, there was movement inside.

A faint voice

"Come in"

Ye Zitao stretched out his hand and cautiously pushed open the door.

Walk in with small steps.

A smile was already on his face

"Cousin Wan'an."

The lord tried to keep his composure.

Sure enough, my cousin was at his desk to review the folds.

The cousin was dressed in white and was noble and indifferent.

That beautiful face is really beautiful.

Feng Jiusu put down the red pen in his hand.

Look up and look at her.

"Why did you remember to be here today?"

The faint voice is just like the feeling of ordinary people.

Ye Zi Tao knelt down.

Keep your head down

"Cousin, Zitao wants to see if his cousin is injured.

And I haven't said goodbye to my cousin for a long time. ”

Feng Jiusu's voice did not fluctuate

"Oh?"

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up another fold.

The knobby fingers flipped through slowly.

No more words.

Ye Zitao was like a quail, kneeling on the ground all the time.

I don't dare to mention it.

When Nan Ji came in with a wooden food box.

That's what you see.

She opened the wooden food box.

Walk up to the chaise longue.

Place the food box on the small square table in front of it.

The chaise longue is placed in the study room to let the master rest when he is tired.

Nan Ji took out the three stacks of dim sum inside.

Lotus red bean crisp, puff pastry lotus seed cake, barley osmanthus cold cake.

Nan Ji looked at Feng Jiusu who was flipping through the folds over there.

Look at Ye Zitao, who was kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head.

Finally, his gaze turned back to Feng Jiusu's body.

Probably, Nan Ji's vision is too bright.

The corners of Feng Jiusu's lips hooked up a faint smile.

Keep your head up.

He threw the fold on the table.

Click.

The leaves are shrunken more like quails.

He supported his forehead with one hand, and his narrow eyes stared at Nan Ji who was standing next to the chaise longue.

He spoke

"You stared at this king with these eyes, I don't know, I thought you wanted to eat this king."

Hearing what he said, Nan Ji stretched out her hand and picked up a plate of pastries.

Picked up one of them and took a bite.

Lotus red bean cake, a bite down is first the fragrance of lotus flowers, and then the sweet and soft glutinous red beans.

(End of chapter)