In the evening, it's time for dinner.

Feng Yu received a call from the queen and asked him to go back to the palace to dine together.

Feng Yu did not agree.

After hanging up the phone, he looked through the partition wall and looked at Lian Zhenzhen who was eating in the distance.

She had a great time chatting with the bodyguards.

Excluding the abacus-like pockmarks on the face, the scene may be a little more harmonious.

He doesn't dine with others, so he sits alone in an empty dining room, a little lonely.

But his eyes couldn't help but look at Lian Zhenzhen, and suddenly felt that he and her seemed to be in two worlds.

Her world is as bright as ever, while his world is cold and silent.

He lost his appetite for a moment, put down his knife and fork, and stood by the window, looking into the distance.

The eyes are bright and dark, revealing a faint depression.

Seeing this, Gu Ci immediately stepped forward and asked, "Your Excellency, is the dinner unappetizing?" ”

Feng Yu tugged at the collar and said succinctly, "No." ”

Gu Ci stopped talking.

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After Lian Zhenzhen finished eating, he saw the mysterious man coming out of the bathroom.

He had just finished taking a shower, but his face was still under a mask, and only his gaze was painted.

A short black hair, meekly leaning back, a little drop of water falling from the ends of the hair, along the elegant neck, into the black pajamas.

When the long figure approached Lian Zhenzhen, it seemed to be wrapped in a low air current, which made Lian Zhenzhen feel a sense of oppression unconsciously.

She swallowed her throat, lowered her head, and muttered to herself, why is she so unproductive?

As soon as he approached her, she was timid.

Feng Yu glanced at Lian Zhenzhen and sat down on the sofa.

Spread out the latest current affairs news report and look down.

The knuckles of the fingers are distinct, and the action of turning the newspaper is elegant and noble, which makes people can't help but look at it a few more times.

Even if you can't see his face, you can feel that he is outstanding because of his innate noble temperament.

Lian Zhenzhen looked at Gu Ci and asked Gu Ci silently with his eyes.

What's next for her?

The scene in front of me didn't seem to need her.

Gu Ci made a silent gesture and motioned for her to stay quiet.

Feng Yu is quiet and hates noise the most, so Gu Ci and a group of bodyguards, after he did things, they all held their voices to reduce their sense of existence.

Lian Zhenzhen scratched his head, like a puppet, sitting on the sofa, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, thinking about the gossip and scandals in the entertainment industry.

Just as he was thinking seriously, he heard Gu Ci's voice sound.

"Miss Zhenzhen......"

Lian Zhenzhen immediately looked up and saw that Feng Yu had put down the newspaper in his hand, his body relaxed, and he leaned comfortably on the sofa.

The lower jaw is slightly raised, as if resting with the eyes closed.

Lian Zhenzhen realized that it was time for him to perform.

She spread out the joke book, coughed lightly, learned Donald Duck's voice, pinched her throat and asked the cold joke, "Do you know who Xitian's wife is?" ”

Gu Ci and the bodyguards raised their eyes to look at Lian Zhenzhen.

Lian Zhenzhen smiled mysteriously, rattled a few times, and said to himself, "It's a scripture." Because the West Heaven takes (marries) the scriptures. ”

"......" excuses.

"......" the bodyguards.

This is a cold joke, it's really cold.

However, Feng Yu opened his eyes, curled his lips and smiled. His fingers tapped lightly on the sofa, and he seemed to be in a happy mood.

Seeing this, Gu Ci hooked his lips.

Even the real cold jokes can probably only be cold to them, but they can laugh at Feng Yu.

Lian Zhenzhen told a lot of jokes in one go, with exaggerated gestures, which made people laugh.

Feng Yu didn't look at her, his thoughts followed her voice, and recalled that when he was a child, his father Feng Kan pretended to be Donald Duck to make him happy.

The boring and boring childhood became interesting because of the closure of Kan.

Only later......

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, shook his hand, and stood up.

Seeing this, Lian Zhenzhen immediately held his voice and stared at his back fixedly.