Qingyan knew that Congfeng was innocent, but his chest hurt so much at that moment.

When you see his face, you will think that you were kicked in the chest by a man, how aggrieved this is.

Thinking that she was a dignified Immortal Great Elder, the only female elder in the entire continent, she was kicked by a little demon king, and she was kicked to that kind of place, she was also very embarrassed.

"I don't dislike you, don't I feel ashamed, can't you be considerate and considerate of my thin skin?" Qingyan tugged at the hem of his shirt and muttered.

She usually can't say this, if she hadn't been able to, she wouldn't have said such a shameful thing again.

"Do you like me, then?" Congfeng lowered his eyes and stared at the delicate curves in front of her, resisting the urge to reach out and hug her thin waist.

Qingyan glanced at him and fiddled with the small gold beads on his belt.

This man was very cautious, gave her the gold bead spar bracelet, coaxed her to promise to take him as an apprentice, and when everyone saw her bracelet, he stole the small beads on her bracelet and hung it on himself, making it clear that he wanted people to find out that they had a great relationship.

She hadn't agreed yet, how could he have the face to do this!

Seeing her silently from the wind, her heart hung up and down.

The first time she was drugged, she let him do whatever he wanted, feasted on it, and then she was half-pushed and half-done, and he wasn't sure what her true intentions were.

She is always partial to Lan Shen on weekdays, and she once said in public that she likes Lan Shen, could it be that the person she likes in her heart is not herself?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, a feeling of suffocation and impending death came over him, enveloping him and making him extremely painful.

From the wind, she suddenly thought of her seamless murderous plan.

The man's eyes were dark, his scarlet eyes were fierce, and his killing intent flashed, and he was quickly restrained.

Three years in the same door, he didn't want to go that far.

"I don't want you to like people!" He paused word by word, and his tone was thick with warning.

"You have to take care of what I eat, what I wear, and who I like? Are you a Master or am I a Master? Qingyan chuckled and pushed him away, and walked slowly towards the East Kitchen.

He did it very secretly, and never mentioned it, but Qingyan had long known that all the new clothes in her cabinet were prepared by him in private.

All of them are the styles and colors he likes, and he has never asked her opinion, but fortunately, she has no requirements for clothing, just look good and be comfortable.

She had known for a long time, but she had never dismantled it, nor did she refuse to wear the clothes he had prepared, whether it meant that she did not resist her overtures.

From the wind silently followed her.

Green smoke swept the path through a forest, and the light gauze-like belt was hooked by small branches, and the longer it went.

From the wind, he stared at her nepotism, helpless and worried.

The little woman is careless, but don't trip over.

When they arrived at the East Kitchen, there was still a candle flame in the small stove.

The great elder who was beautiful and kind-hearted did not come to dinner, and the cook was very anxious, afraid that she would not eat if she was hungry, so she kept watch in the stove, and the stove was still warm with nourishing duck soup.

"Great Elder?" The cook hurriedly greeted her, "It's cold, why don't you wear more clothes?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Congfeng, and his eyes seemed to complain that he, a little disciple, didn't take good care of the Great Elder.

If the Great Elder blows until the cold wind freezes, it won't hurt everyone's hearts.

Qingyan snickered, she didn't know that the eldest lady was so bold.

He is arrogant and noble, and has a temperament, and most people don't like to take care of him, even Zhuang Lao and several other teachers have a little pestle for him, but he didn't expect that the eldest lady was not only not afraid, but also dared to blame him with her eyes.

Sure enough, they are small temporary talents, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"I'm not cold." Qingyan said with a smile.

"How can it not be cold, it is windy in the middle of the night, so let's finish the soup first and go to the cold." The cook served her a bowl of soup and began to serve the dishes hot, without asking if she had eaten it from the wind.

Qingyan drank half a bowl of soup, her stomach was warm, and she smashed her mouth comfortably, she raised the spoon and looked at Congfeng, "Taste?" ”

When the big dish is served, she doesn't want to drink the soup.

The man glanced at the spoon, stared at her, and leaned over slowly.

He was obviously just going to bow his head and drink the soup, but there was an innegligible desire in his eyes, as if it was not the soup that was fed into his mouth, but her.

Qingyan's hand shook and he almost spilled the soup.

The wind took her wrist and took her spoon, and drank the rest of the soup one by one.

Qingyan originally wanted him to help solve the leftover soup, so as not to waste it, but now he can't pull it out, so he can only be forced to feed him.

When half a bowl of soup was drunk, he had no reason to hold on to her, and Qingyan ate happily.

As soon as he was about to sit down, he was suddenly pushed by someone, and the force was so great that he was caught off guard.

Falling to the ground from the wind, she looked at the fat woman with a black face who occupied a bench.

Qingyan was only half a beat slower to react, and her domineering mother-in-law and sweeping old man had already eaten it in a hurry.

The cook was holding the pot of stewed meat, and when she turned around, she saw an old man licking the plate.

When the cook saw that the bowl of white rice did not move the eldest elder, she immediately understood, picked up the broom he threw on the ground and whipped him.

"Why are you again! How always you! Elder Bodhisattva heart, pity you old and helpless, spend two silver to invite you to sprinkle and sweep, for you to eat and live, you know to eat all day long! Are you worthy of our Great Elder? ”

She said a word of smacking and smacking the old man to drop the plate and jump up and down.

The fat woman laughed, "That's right! It's time to fight! It's time to fight! ”

Qingyan was in no mood to eat, she looked at the fat woman, and then at Congfeng, her brain was spinning rapidly.

When I saw the portrait from the library of the Qin Painting Academy, I was stimulated to think of my own background, and the woman on the painting was somewhat similar to him between her eyebrows and eyes, and nine times out of ten it was his mother.

His mother is so slender, as slender and delicate as a fairy, completely different from the domineering mother-in-law in front of him.

But why did she always have a feeling as if they knew each other?

Otherwise, Congfeng never asked about the origin of the domineering mother-in-law, and the domineering mother-in-law was not angry that she was in the same room with Congfeng.

Didn't ancient times pay much attention to fame and reputation?

If she and someone other than her son are talking to me and me, the domineering mother-in-law will stay out of the matter and don't care at all?

This is so unreasonable.

The only possibility is that these two people are mother and son at all.

Qingyan squinted at the fat woman, and suddenly reached out to touch her face while she was unprepared.

"Huh?" The fat woman took a mouthful of oil and looked at her suspiciously.

Qingyan said bluntly, "Your face can't be fake, right?" ”

From the smile on his lips, he knew that his little woman was smart.

The fat woman was stunned for a moment, and turned her face over, "Really, really, I don't believe you touch it!" ”

She was so close that she almost collided, and Qingyan leaned back sharply, her center of gravity unstable, and she almost fell over.

The wind protected her from behind, and then she never backed away.

After Qingyan sat down, he rubbed the fat woman's jaw and pinched her cheeks, which were delicate and soft, very real, not at all like a human skin mask.

Then I took her white hand and pinched it from my fingers all the way to my arm, it was soft and tender like tofu, and it felt very good, so I really don't want to be real.