Because of Nangong Fengyi's various performances.

Xiao Yumiao even thinks that men like to eat in the bowl and look at the pot.

It's almost all about seeing one, loving one.

As for the one percent of that particular existence.

Hmph, of course good men won't become extinct, but the rare ones are about to become extinct.

The same is true of good women.

In this moment of time.

Xiao Yumiao believes that there are only one percent of the good men and women in this world.

Just for the existence of grandfather and uncle and the rest of the uncle.

As for the good woman?

Xiao Yumiao's first thought of the candidate was her, a unique little fish that is unique in the world.

Just when Xiao Yumiao sighed, good men were old.

When she was embarrassed by this good woman who was still very young.

Completely different from Xiao Yumiao's whimsical ideas is Nangong Fengyi.

He wanted to open his mouth to explain, for the first time in his life, he was cowardly in front of Xiao Yumiao, so he only said, "Little fry." ”

Xiao Yumiao, who came back to her senses, smiled, a heartfelt smile of gratitude, although there was still a faint sadness in her heart, but she was more grateful to God.

The man in front of him, who once wanted to bind his father and mother to himself for the rest of his life, has finally become two parallel lines with himself.

"Well, congratulations to Young Master Nangong and Miss Lou for having a lover and finally becoming a family, when he is happy on the day, if this son gets the letter, he will definitely give a generous gift."

Nangong Fengyi looked at Xiao Yumiao, who was smiling with her eyebrows and eyes, and her demeanor was gentle and polite, the person in front of her was so beautiful and strange and distant.

If you don't have anything you have, you won't feel how precious it is when you lose it.

But for Nangong Fengyi, although he never really owned his little fry, his little fry never abandoned him as far away as he is now.

The ears are still echoing, "Nangong Fengyi, next time, next time, I Xiao Yumiao will definitely want you to look good." ”

This sentence that Xiao Yumiao has been shouting at Nangong Fengyi for more than ten years has never been realized, but this time it has become a prophecy.

Nangong Fengyi's face was almost transparent, and his trembling lips couldn't say a word.

Xiao Yumiao acted as if she hadn't seen it, took up Linghu Tianhai's hand next to her, and prepared to leave.

"Xiao Yumiao, you stop me, why, why did you knock out the child in my belly?"

Facing Lou Yuhuan's scream, Xiao Yumiao glanced at Lou Yuhuan sideways, and chuckled: "Really? ”

"Of course it is, several people on the streets of Kyoto saw you Xiao Yumiao beating me that day, and then Yuhuan's child who was only a month old in her belly was not protected." Lou Yuhuan said it to the core.

"Oh? Is that really the case? When Xiao Yumiao said this, the corners of her mouth were full of mocking sneers, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

"Could it be that my Lou Yuhuan will use his own child to frame you Xiao Yumiao out of thin air?"

"Why not? You know, since you were a child, one of your favorite things Lou Yuhuan did was to frame this son. There is one more thing, just remind me once, remember it, the three words Xiao Yumiao are not something that a lowly inferior person like you Lou Yuhuan can call. For the sake of you, a lowly person, who just miscarried and lost a child, and got the retribution from God, I will spare you this time. If you commit it again, if you dare to call the name of this son, you will be slapped three times, called twice, dumb for a year, called three times, and let you Lou Yuhuan be dumb for the rest of your life. ”

Looking at Lou Yuhuan's fire-breathing eyes glaring at him viciously, Xiao Yumiao seemed to be in a good mood and chuckled.