Xiao Yu's heart was inexplicably sour and painful.

"Little fish fry, pay attention to the name, call Brother Nangong, don't be big or small."

Nangong Fengyi didn't have the heart to pity Xiangxiang and cherish the jade, in the face of Dongxiao Yumiao, Nangong Fengyi had long been accustomed to spending money in four or two, not only ignoring Xiao Yumiao's accusations, but also shifting the focus of the topic to the point he cared about. "It's such a hot world, you are not in the school, and you are not at home to take a nap, why do you want to run away to harm the pink lotus in my back garden?"

As soon as she heard the word pink lotus, Xiao Yumiao didn't care about the big bag that had just been knocked out of her head, and her hands and feet didn't hurt anymore, and she quickly picked up the lotus flowers and lotus canopies that had fallen to the ground. The sycophant didn't cost anything, so he opened his mouth and pinched it: "The weather is too hot, I heard that the porridge made with the powder lotus and the lotus seeds it grows can especially relieve the heat, Yu Miao thought that Brother Nangong must like it." ”

"Xiao Yuyu wants to make porridge for Brother Nangong to drink?" It's hard to believe that this is true, but my heart has an inexplicable trace of anticipation.

"yes." You want to be beautiful.

Of course, Nangong Fengyi wouldn't believe what Xiao Yumiao said, but looking at the little person in front of him who was more delicate and tender than the pink lotus in his hand, Nangong Fengyi suddenly wanted to drink a bowl of lotus seed porridge that he had made with his own hands.

"Is it really to make porridge for Brother Nangong?"

"Of course, but I don't want to do it now." Never thought about it.

Hearing Xiao Yumiao say that she didn't want to make porridge for herself, Nangong Fengyi's heart ached slightly, she was very dissatisfied, and asked, "Why?" ”

Xiao Yumiao opened her mouth and just wanted to say that you treat me like this, and you still want me to make porridge for you? I don't dream less, but I don't want to have a big hand on my face, this is Nangong Fengyi's hand.

Xiao Yumiao's heartbeat began to speed up, her face was slightly dyed a light pink, and then the color slowly deepened, and she raised her hand to pat Nangong Fengyi's big hand that was carefully rubbing her face, but she didn't succeed.

"Nangong Fengyi, I'm a man."

"Hmm."

"Uh-huh, knowing that I'm a man or = touching = my face? Nangong Fengyi, do you like men? Xiao Yumiao's tone was not good.

"Huh? How can the little fry even know this? Could it be that small fish fry also like men? Nangong Fengyi had his signature ruffian smile on his face, which made people unable to see half of his true thoughts in his heart.

Nonsense, aunt and grandmother, of course I like men, Xiao Yumiao retorted fiercely in her heart, but she said duplicitously: "Hehe, what are you kidding, all Xiangcheng people know that I Xiao Yumiao likes women, but is still a beautiful and gentle woman like a pearl." ”

Nangong Fengyi's big hand has rubbed from Xiao Yumiao's face to his delicate snow-white and silky neck, carefully caressing the Adam's apple that represents Xiao Yumiao is a man, how good it would be if it was smooth, I really wanted to pinch this ...... hard, I don't know if the smooth and tender neck felt too good, or because of something else, Nangong Fengyi's big hand did not exert force, but pulled Xiao Yumiao's whole person into his arms, but he didn't want to be hit by the big back basket that Xiao Yumiao was carrying, and he was in a bad mood, so he threw it away.

"Yu Miao likes pearls very much? So what's so good about pearls? Nangong Fengyi was a little angry and in a bad mood.

Xiao Yumiao, who was thrown off and almost fell to the ground, didn't care how ugly Nangong Fengyi's face was, and said loudly: "I just like pearls......"

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