Feng Qingcheng didn't show that meaning for a long time, and the sun was getting west. The girl was a little anxious.

It seems that this Hou Ye is really missing that string. But don't be afraid, they have prepared a follow-up move, and they can always complete the tasks assigned by the county lord.

The girl led Feng Qingcheng to a house to rest.

The house has a great view, with a row of hedges and two old peach trees. Sitting in the courtyard, you can see the farmland in the distance, and a vague line of dai green at the intersection of heaven and earth. Looking out from afar, I only feel open and leisurely.

The group of people who were following behind Feng Qingcheng were arranged to rest in another place. There was only one personal servant standing by the side and waiting.

After setting up refreshments and snacks, the girl used a small white porcelain bowl to serve the freshly boiled sour plum soup to Fengqingcheng.

Feng Qingcheng glanced at it but didn't drink it. He looked at the old peach tree outside the courtyard and said, "That place has a good view, move these over." ”

After saying that, he stepped out of the courtyard and walked under the old peach tree.

Fuxian quickly moved a stool and followed. The corners of the girl's mouth twitched. He had removed the best stool to move, and the table and all the dishes on it had become her job!

She regretted that she had gone too fast with the people, and watched the strings standing under the tree leisurely looking at the scenery, and had no intention of coming back to move the table. The girl couldn't, so she took the dishes down, moved the table out, and then put them in place again.

What she didn't know was that when she was struggling to carry things with her head down, another little guy in Fengqing City ran to the old peach tree and handed a note to Feng Qingcheng.

Feng Qingcheng unfolded it, and there were only three words on it: charming bones.

The corners of his lips curled up in mockery. thought that it would be such a drug, but he didn't expect his good mother to be so willing to spend her blood.

The preciousness of the fragrant bone is not colorless and tasteless, nor is it a domineering medicine. On the contrary, its medicinal properties are as mild as spring rain moisturizing things, and the emotions are natural, so that the user does not realize that he has been infected with such a drug.

Feng Qingcheng tapped his palm with a folding fan, and the old god watched the girl move the table out, and rearranged the dishes several times. Then he opened his mouth and said to the girl, "Go and invite Zhou Zhuangtou to come." ”

The girl was stunned, but she was still quickly blessed, and her footsteps flew to find that thoughtfulness.

Feng Qingcheng picked up the bowl of sour plum soup and looked at it. Such an expensive medicine, how can it be wasted. It was not a waste to reward the head of the village that week.

He casually put the soup back on the table and got up to enjoy the view. This time he looked up, but saw Wan Wan coming towards his side to resist the wind.

Many years ago, Feng Qingcheng had seen Ming Wanwan make light work. At that time, I only felt that her light skills were extremely weird, as fast as lightning and thunder. Looking at it now, the number of roads is still the same number, but there is no such rapid weirdness at all, and it is replaced by a kind of chic and free.

If it weren't for the fact that her official uniform was too symbolic, no one would associate her with the name Ming Wanwan at all.

Wan Wan got closer and closer to the old peach tree, and the smile on her face became more and more open when she looked at the male god under the peach tree.

Good intentions will really be rewarded. Look, isn't this just a chance encounter with a male god who has not been able to "meet" for many days!

After running for most of the day, Wan Wan was very thirsty. I wanted to come here to ask for a bowl of water to drink, but I never thought that I would meet the male god unexpectedly. Now she can drink water again, and she can brush her existence in front of her male god. God couldn't be too nice to her.

As soon as Wan Wan settled under this old peach tree, she saw Feng Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes smiling into a pair of crescent moons, and the meaning of the joke overflowed, "Wan Wan, I heard that you like me." ”

Suddenly, Wan Wan remembered the male god who was a little afraid of her in the past. This is really familiar with her, and her courage is beginning to grow fat. really took her as a brother, and directly took a joke as a greeting.

Wan Wan didn't mind him making such a joke, but he took her serious words as a joke, and she still couldn't settle down in the end.

Catch a glimpse of a bowl of sour plum soup on the table. Wan Wan directly crossed Fengqing City, and drank it cleanly when she picked it up. The speed is fast, Fengqing City can't stop it.

Looking at the frightened appearance of the male god, Wan Wan was very proud, "Yes, that's right." I love you. ”

Then, she shook the empty bowl in her hand, "Your bowl?" It's okay, I don't dislike you. ”

Not to mention not disliking, she did it on purpose. From a distance, she could see clearly that this bowl was originally in the hands of her male god. She regrets not wiping her lipstick and going out now, otherwise it would be more perfect to leave a reverie-inducing lip print on this small white porcelain bowl.

After saying that, Wan Wan saw that the expression of her male god became more and more stunned and panicked. I couldn't help but regret it again, and I desperately wanted an undo button to undo my move.

Finished!

This time it really scared the male god. Why did you let yourself go so carelessly!

Annoyed, Wan Wan immediately made an official shield, "I still have to rush back to write the secret fold, and we will talk about it another day." ”

Before the words fell, the Wanwan people were already a few feet away. Where can Feng Qingcheng let her leave alone.

Even though she is as famous as her, she is still a girl in the end.

Feng Qingcheng's light skills are actually higher than Wan Wan. He quickly caught up, but didn't know how to explain the situation.

yes, she's a girl. Ping Suri joked again, but he really couldn't talk about this situation. If not, it seems that the situation will be even worse.

Just when Feng Qingcheng was entangled, Wan Wan stopped. She looked at Feng Qingcheng, who had something to say on her face, and asked very thoughtfully: "Is there something wrong with Hengzhi?" ”

But he used his small bowl and drank his sour plum soup. It's not like that's how you catch up. The male god of her family is not a stingy person, and it seems that there is something else going on.

Feng Qingcheng opened his mouth, but he still couldn't spit out the reason directly. He looked at the fine beads of sweat on Wan Wan's forehead, and asked the ghost: "You...... Hot or not? ”

The temperature is at its most pleasant at this time. But Wan Wan ran in this pleasant temperature for most of the day, and a large number of activities made her feel that the temperature was a little high. But the male god asks what this is for?

Wan Wan's eyes swept over the folding fan hanging from Feng Qingcheng's waist. Could it be that her male god is kind enough to fan her? But why didn't he move?

Wan Wan couldn't help but glance at the folding fan again. If you don't want to fan her, what does the male god mean?

Feng Qingcheng was swept away by Wan Wan's eyes, and he was directly mistaken. He took off the folding fan around his waist, opened it and shook it gently towards Wanwan.

In this way, the distance between the two people is closer.

With less than an arm's length away, Feng Qingcheng could clearly see that there were a few strands of hair stuck to the thin sweat at the corners of her forehead. Only then did he realize that Wan Wan's skin was very delicate, different from the monotonous fairness of ordinary little ladies, and her skin had a healthy color.

With the wind blowing out of the folding fan, a faint fragrance of roses seemed to come from Wan Wan's body.

Feng Qingcheng's face suddenly turned red.

Wan Wan had not yet received an answer to one question, and the second question came to her mind. - The skill of blushing inexplicably, could it be the inheritance of the male god's family?