Next, Song Yihuan, under the leadership of Long San and the others, walked towards Chu Shuolan's room step by step.

She was holding the red ball silk alone, listening to the tips of Long San and the others.

"Madame, watch your step."

"Ma'am, it's time to go up the steps."

After going up the steps, Song Yihuan saw a pair of black-edged boots appear in front of her, which were a pair of men's feet, the other party was wearing a red shirt, and she saw a skirt embroidered with delicate lines.

"Madam, I've been waiting for my husband for a long time."

He laughed, and his voice was as mellow as wine.

It was Chu Shuolan, Song Yihuan raised his head and "looked" at the person in front of him through the red hijab.

She couldn't see Chu Shuolan's appearance, but she knew that the other party was standing in front of her.

The red ball silk in his hand was pulled up, and the other end was gently pulled by Chu Shuolan.

He raised his feet and walked into the house, and Song Yihuan immediately followed under the pull of the silk and stepped into the room.

After Chu Shuolan stopped, Song Yihuan followed.

Just when Song Yihuan lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, the red hijab in front of him was lifted.

Song Yihuan raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Chu Shuolan, whose eyebrows were picturesque and Zhilan was like jade.

The other party was wearing a red brocade robe, embroidered with elegant patterns, and the trimmed waist was tied with a gold silk trimmed jade belt, lining him with a noble nature.

Chu Shuolan in front of him is undoubtedly amazing.

Full of grace and luxurious aura, the little boy is so dazzling, as if he is indifferent and elegant no matter what he does, it is extremely eye-catching, whether it is appearance or temperament, it is the beautiful existence pursued by women in the world.

It's not just Song Yihuan who saw Chu Shuolan lose his mind.

Even Chu Shuolan, when he saw Song Yihuan who was lifted in front of him, his calm eyes lost his mind for a moment.

He always knew that Song Yihuan was good-looking and beautiful.

It's not as good as the dress in front of you, and the makeup is more impactful.

Under the slender black eyebrows are a pair of seductive eyes, and the glass-like beautiful eyes are glowing with a bit of distraction.

At this moment, Song Yihuan has a charming and boneless charm, but she also has a pure temperament, which is simply a contradiction.

The calmness in Chu Shuolan's eyes gradually returned, the tails of his eyes curled up in a gentle arc, the whole person looked very kind, and the corners of his mouth were always pouting with a gentle smile.

A voice as mellow as wine sounded: "Huanhuan, we are here to worship." ”

Hearing the other party's voice, Song Yihuan pulled back the emotion of losing his soul.

She was puzzled: "Didn't you worship outside?" ”

Chu Shuolan smiled in a low voice, tenderness flashed between his eyebrows, but he didn't explain out loud.

He lowered his eyes and opened the wooden box in his hand, took out a delicately crafted fan from it, turned around and handed it to Long San behind him.

"Put it on the table."

"Yes!"

Long San respectfully took the fan with both hands and put it in front of the main table, his attitude was respectful as if he were treating something fragile, and his eyes were full of respect.

The fan on the table was the congratulatory gift given by an old man surnamed Chu that Xue Yongjun said before in the Xitang.

Chu Shuolan had just taken the fan in his hand, and he also looked at the inscription on the fan.

Seeing that the fan was placed on the table, Chu Shuolan glanced at Qi Shu, who was standing not far away, and glanced at him.

Following his gaze, Song Yihuan discovered the existence of Qi Shu in the house, as well as the honest big Baylor squatting at his feet, as well as Mingen, and the little maid he saw last time.

Qi Shu received Chu Shuolan's eyes and took a few steps forward.