The tone of foreigners, friends in the foreign field always love to imitate.

Feng Xiaoyu didn't understand it at first, but he always felt that these were not as good as Wu Nong's soft words, but now, he understands these tones well.

Fire, roses, and orange lamps—

Isn't that good?

Rou Yi put it on the man's wrist bone, and a black muzzle was pressed in front of him, against the thin eyebrows, with so much force that the skin and flesh were red.

Her eyebrows were crooked, and she whispered, "Admiral, someone called me tonight." ”

The little finger is bent, bent, and touched, implicitly shy, and with a woman's charming style.

The ability to hook his heart and lungs, Feng Xiaoyu has learned a lot.

"I don't touch the women of the Wind Moon Field." Wei Heyu said.

Feng Xiao Yu pursed her lips, 'revealing her true feelings' a little grievance, "Admiral Wei, if you don't touch me, they will beat me to death after returning to the sea for the moon." ”

This is both true and false.

On the moonlit side of the sea, there is a song hall. In fact, it is to send 'aunts' to those who are either rich or noble, so as to maneuver, balance the power, and survive the power struggle.

Feng Xiaoyu was not sent out at the beginning of his debut, and it is already a kind of luck to leave the first night until now.

But she didn't get lucky—

Shen Jiashi has already named her to 'enjoy' first, and then send her to the banquet of dignitaries and dignitaries to make the best use of everything.

This way of living is better than dying.

Maybe she can also make a bet and climb the big boat of Captain Ten and Jade to break away from Shen Jiashi.

A hint of resoluteness flashed in his eyes, and his slender eyebrows were full of style, and Xiao Yu lowered his body and pulled the man's shirt.

In the tone of wanting to refuse and welcome, he pinched his weakness: "If I lie to you, you can kill me." ”

At the end, she deliberately touched the back of the man's hand and said, "I just want to choose the object of the first night by myself, Lieutenant Commander, you see, our names are so coincidental, with a jade character......

In fact, the name 'Feng Xiaoyu' was given to her by Shen Jiashi.

Although it was awkward to use, she still insisted on using it, after all, it sounded much better than those little flowers and dog eggs.

Yu Heyu's eyes were faint, "I don't want to get my hands dirty yet." ”

Feng Xiaoyu is beautiful and laughs, and she is even more thrilling.

In the ink painting, the thickest stroke must belong to her, not to mention, there is still a bit of budding green and delicate at the moment.

The dark tide under Yu Heyu's eyes was surging, but Xiao Yu couldn't read it.

Pestering him, hooking him.

Her round earlobes were red, and her loose hair was lined with soft silk, and she seemed to be timid in her voice: "If Admiral wants to check first, you don't have to do it yourself, that's fine." ”

The gaze is vague and straightforward, and it looks extremely contradictory.

Wei and Yu walked in the direction she could see, and it was his hand hanging at his side, and the gun.

In the blink of an eye, he understood Feng Xiaoyu's thoughts.

Men can play, but it's limited to good girls.

On the Fengyue field, he has always been dirty.

As a result, the scale is not large, and it is restricted, usually a little flower, you can have half a life, and a beautiful and clean woman like Xiao Yu just meets her needs.

Wei Heyu nodded rarely, "Then I'll be reluctant to take a look, if not-"

Feng Xiao Yu bent her eyebrows, and her lips said 'bang-'.

Go without saying.

-

After a night of tossing and turning, the knocking on the door grew louder.

Sharp, slammed, and with a little anxious inquiry.

Wei Heyu put on a light gray sheepskin coat and looked down at her, still asleep.

Raising eyebrows, Wei Heyu rarely cut off her anger and let her sleep more.

Turn around and go to open the door alone.

The person who came was Wei Heyu's friend - Zong Wencheng.

His face was full of anxiety, and he looked back, thin and slightly bent, interrupting his path.

Wei Heyu's voice was hoarse: "What are you looking at?" ”

Zong Wencheng scratched his hair and said tightly: "That one last night, did you sleep?" ”

Wei Heyu raised his eyebrows, wiped the nameless liquid between his fingers with a handkerchief, and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”

Although Zong Wencheng wondered about this attitude, he didn't think too much about it.

After all, Wei Heyu has never slept with Fengyue Nu, and if he hadn't taken it with him yesterday, he wouldn't have gone to the Fengyue Institute in Wancheng.

Zong Wencheng subconsciously said: "It's okay if you don't sleep, but I heard that she is Shen Jiashi's little bird, and it's troublesome." ”

"Wen Cheng, help me convey a word to Mr. Shen-" Wei Heyu lifted his eyes and looked over, and his cold and hard tone could not be refused: "His people, I want it." ”