The two sat in the small courtyard, less than a foot apart, Ling Shenyuan took the knife to make a delicate pattern at the hairpin moment, Su Xun handed him a bead, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The sun gradually rose overhead, and Ling Shenyuan thought that the stupid woman should be hungry, so he looked sideways at Su Xun, and then was slightly stunned.

When did the stupid woman fall asleep?

I saw the beautiful woman half-lying on the rattan chair, the sun was shining down, her delicate face was glowing with a faint warm light, and her light brown eyelashes were like butterflies about to fly, as if the world was still when she fanned gently.

From Ling Shenyuan's angle, you can see the fine fluff on her cheeks, which is different from the usual cold and indifferent, and the whole person adds a touch of sweetness and tranquility.

When Ling Shenyuan came back to his senses, he found that there was only less than an inch left between him and Murong Qingsheng, and the woman's shallow breath sprinkled on his face, with a faint scent of snow lotus.

Ling Shenyuan's red eyes darkened, and hot magma surged out, scorching the last shred of his sanity.

The next moment, he lowered his head and gently kissed the woman's lips.

With a bang, countless fireworks exploded in Ling Shenyuan's mind.

The woman's lips were soft, like a fine pastry, with a glutinous aroma, not as cold as hers, as if they were about to burn out.

The kiss was just a touch, Ling Shenyuan retreated, and seeing that Su Xun was still asleep, his eyebrows lowered and he laughed silently.

If they hadn't encountered spatial turbulence, I am afraid that at this time, Murong Qingmian would still be a cold fairy who would not move mortal hearts, and he was still a little handyman beside her, how could he touch Murong Qingmian like this?

Thinking like this, I saw Su Xun's eyelashes tremble, just like in the light sleep peak, the woman squinted her eyes and stayed for a long time before slowly regaining her clarity.

Ling Shenyuan asked softly, "What do you want to eat at noon?" ”

Su Xun slowly spit out two words, "Roast." ”

Ling Shenyuan couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, "Okay, then how about roasting some chicken and venison for Senior Sister, and sprinkling Senior Sister's favorite cumin?" ”

There were dots of satisfaction in his cold eyes, and Su Xun nodded, "Hmm." ”

Such a greedy and well-behaved appearance, simply and straightforwardly hit Ling Shenyuan's heart, Ling Shenyuan resisted the urge to touch her face, got up and went to the kitchen.

On the second day, the hairpin shop for the two opened.

However, in half a day, every household in Yucheng knew that a hairpin shop had opened on West Street.

The boss's Fengshen is handsome and looks like Pan An, and has a pair of jewel-like red eyes, and the proprietress likes to wear white clothes, just like the Xuannu of the Nine Heavens, and even her breath is with a fairy spirit.

This shop only sells 20 hairpins a day, from the materials to the style, it is better than the steps worn by the lady in the palace.

The magic of this hairpin is that it seems to be alive, if it is fated with it, it will emit a faint silver light, as long as two pennies, if it is not fate, it is the highest price.

Because of this speciality, the girls in the whole Yucheng are crazy, and the poor family is lined up here before dawn, and the housekeepers and ladies are eager to bring their whole net worth, for fear of missing out on this hairpin, and even many sons and daughters are specially coming to see the boss.

Lord Mozun is not angry, the more people, the more well-behaved the stupid woman will be.

From time to time, I touched my little hands, hugged my waist, and the smile on my lips never fell.

Su Xun's reputation spread across the ten miles and eight towns, which inevitably attracted the coveting of some gentlemen.

On this day, Su Xun and the others were flipping through the account books in the shop, and they heard shouting from outside in the distance.