"Here she comes, she's in!"

Kong Zhou swallowed his saliva and felt a little unable to breathe.

The woman who walked beside the gentle young man with a smile and turned her head to talk to him, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle. The skirt flutters in the wind and snow, plain and elegant cyan, clean and simple style. But she wore a fairy-like temperament, and her steps were brisk, as if she was stepping on the wind.

Closer, closer and closer—

The hearts of the teenagers are like drums, and the poems that they have learned in the past that describe peerless beauties seem to have answers and substance in an instant.

The state is thick and true, and the texture is delicate and even.

The beauty is drunk, and the face is drunk-

"This、This is what you call a black girl? Ugly? The young men looked at Kong Zhou with a look of surprise, "Young Master Kong, the beauty in your mind is afraid that she is worthy of it if she descends from the heavens, right?" ”

"No, I-"

Kong Zhou wanted to cry without tears, and he was almost stunned.

If it weren't for the fact that the woman's eyebrows and eyes hadn't changed much, he would almost have been unable to recognize that this white snow-like woman was really the chic and wanton black girl he had seen riding on a horse?

It's changed too much, isn't it?

Before she finished speaking, the woman had already walked in and naturally sat next to Kong Zhou.

A faint medicinal fragrance slowly melted into the air.

Kong Zhou's face instantly turned red, like sitting on pins and needles. Writhing in place, not sitting, not sitting.

However—

Wen Yanqing didn't notice his discomfort, but frowned unhappily and said coldly, "You get up." ”

Kong Zhou bounced up from his seat and stood up obediently.

A group of well-behaved teenagers on weekdays, one by one at this time, are even more well-behaved than when Mr. was there.

Su Yan took the food out of the food box, it was cold, and her food box was specially made. There is a heated thing underneath, and until now, the food is still slightly hot.

"It's cold, so I'll make some soup for you to warm up. When you have nothing to do, you can make some soup dumplings that you can share with your friends. ”

When the teenagers heard this, their eyes lit up.

One by one, they craned their necks and looked into the food box. Su Yan's craftsmanship, they have heard a lot, and if they are lucky, they have tasted it once or twice. But there are also those poor people who are tortured by delicious food every day, but they don't catch a mouthful.

Wen Yanqing listened obediently, nodding from time to time.

Blushing and dripping blood, "Good." ”

"Are you—are you tired?"

He asked dryly, his eyes shy. Even if you miss it, you can't say it.

Su Yan glanced at him with a smile, and saw him squeezing his hand stiffly, the whole person was pitiful, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Not tired. My little boy just needs to work hard to gain fame and do what he wants to do, and as for the rest, I can do it. ”

It is not limited to washing hands and making soup, or killing people and setting fires.

Truth be told, she's good at both.

At that time, she didn't say all these words, but just turned around in her heart and took them back. If you say it, it won't be good to scare the little boy again.

Boom –

Wen Yanqing's already red face, the flush, spread all the way to the bottom of her neck.

His mouth opened, but he didn't refute.

The rest of the teenagers, all of them were red-faced, and they had never seen that woman, who would announce these warm words to the public, and said them so naturally, as if they could drip water.

Far from being annoying, it makes them feel envious.