Feng Xiaoyu walked into the study and closed the door casually.

The man was alarmed by her movements, raised his eyes to look at her, Feng Xiaoyu had already walked up to him, put down the rock sugar pear soup, walked around the table, walked to him, and looked down.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Although Feng Xiao Yulian's handwriting is not outstanding, it can be vaguely seen that the few words that Shen Jiacheng is writing are all ......

Chapter 215 of "The Spring Breeze Passing by the Willow Waist" The rose is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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