How could Dong Solstice not understand what Meng Zhiyi meant, and hurriedly said, "I'm going to ask my uncle to come over? It's a little cold now, and it's not warm just by using the stove and bed."

Her expression was somewhat teasing, and Meng Zhiyi's face suddenly darkened, "You go, I'm going to rest."

Winter Solstice pursed her lips and smiled, "The girl is still shy."

"Who's shy?" Meng Zhiyi's eyebrows furrowed.

The winter solstice tucked the corners of her clothes and held back a smile.

Following.

Meng Zhiyi glanced at the sky outside after washing, and didn't want to go out.

Just as he was about to tell the winter solstice to bring breakfast to the room, he saw Ah Chun coming over.

"Miss, breakfast is ready."

"Huh?"

Seeing that Meng Zhiyi was puzzled, Ah Chun hurriedly said, "In the study, my uncle is waiting."

Meng Zhiyi: "........."

Who is the master?

"I'm going to eat in my room." Meng Zhiyi said.

Ah Chun nodded, turned around and walked out.

Not long after, breakfast was brought over, along with Lu Nanfeng.

Meng Zhi looked at him, inexplicably a little embarrassed, but this man was as cold and aloof as before.

Meng Zhiyi thought that she must order the winter solstice later, and let Lu Nanfeng have breakfast alone, and she will not go out to the door of the room if there is no need in the future.

She was afraid of the cold, and she used to shrink into the room like this.

"Did you wake up early?" Meng Zhiyi asked.

"Hmm."

Meng Zhiyi hurriedly said, "Then my husband doesn't have to wait for me, just let the kitchen prepare breakfast for you first, I usually get up late."

Lu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, scooped up the polenta and put it in front of Meng Zhiyi, and said coldly, "Who is waiting for you, I get up early and eat late."

So you can still eat together?

Meng Zhiyi took a sip of corn porridge and quietly looked at Lu Nanfeng.

He has a better demeanor than himself, chews slowly, and does everything slowly, very elegantly.

Following the food without saying a word, the two of them finished breakfast quietly, but Lu Nanfeng did not leave in a hurry.

After a while, Zhang Huwei came over, first glanced at Lu Nanfeng who was sitting in the room, and then saluted Meng Zhiyi with his fists.

Meng Zhiyi thought that there must be news, and hurriedly walked outside.

"It's cold outside."

Lu Nanfeng glanced at Escort Zhang, "Escort Zhang, come in and say."

The appearance of this vice-master, not to mention Meng Zhiyi, even Zhang Escort felt strange.

In the past, Lu Nanfeng never asked about the affairs of the house, and he was simply a transparent person, but now he seems to be in charge of the eldest lady.

Zhang Huwei looked at Meng Zhiyi and asked for her opinion.

Meng Zhiyi also hesitated, it seemed that there was some wind outside, and after thinking about it, people like Lu Nanfeng probably knew more than her, so the news that Zhang Huwei sent back was not worried that he would leak anything.

"Escort Zhang, come in."

Meng Zhiyi sat back again.

Escort Zhang came in at this time, "Cousin Yuan saw a person last night, and that person is Master Gu's steward."

"Is there a situation in Bei'an County?"

"No, the lord also went to Bei'an County, and after some investigation, he didn't find any clues, but the county order of Bei'an County promised to give the lord an explanation, and the lord will come back tomorrow."

It's also hard for his father, knowing that the food was hidden by his daughter, but he has been running to find food for the past few days, and he can't be at peace.

"Protect my dad and don't have any more accidents."

"Don't worry, the eldest lady has brought many people with the master."

Meng Zhiyi glanced at Zhang Huwei, then at Lu Nanfeng, and said, "What is the movement of that woman from the scorpion?"

Guard Zhang hesitated, "She's dead. Because she has been staying at home, she doesn't know any other information, and she died a miserable death, so I don't

Tell the eldest lady."

"Forget it." Meng Zhiyi didn't have any hope of catching the handle of the Xu family for the two of them, "When Xu Guang sees Gu Wai in private, shake out the matter in your hand."

"Yes."

Zhang escorted away, and Meng Zhiyi held his chin and looked at Lu Nanfeng.

"Husband, I'm thirsty."

Lu Nanfeng stood up, poured hot tea and handed it to her.

Meng Zhi didn't answer, just held his chin and looked at him, "Doesn't the husband have to carve now?"

Isn't it embarrassing for him to sit in his room?

"Master Meng asked me to help you more, I'll take a look at the account book."

"Ah, I just listened to my father." Meng Zhiyi's tone was a little disappointed.

Seeing her like this, Lu Nanfeng couldn't help but add, "You're not afraid of the cold, the account book is cold."

How cold can a page be? There is no need to add such an excuse, Meng Zhiyi is not so pretentious.

"Then it's hard work."

"Drink." Lu Nanfeng said indifferently.

Meng Zhiyi took the cup, and brushed her fingertips along the fingers that Lu Nanfeng was pinching the cup, and the warm temperature was in stark contrast to her fingers.

Lu Nanfeng held Meng Zhiyi's hand with his backhand, twisted his eyebrows and said, "Why is it so cold?"

"It's not cold, it's your hands that are too hot."

Meng Zhiyi's temperature has always been like this, but Lu Nanfeng's body temperature is too high, like a furnace.

She couldn't help but think, holding such a person in winter, she shouldn't have to dry the quilt in advance, right?

Lu Nanfeng wrapped Meng Zhiyi's hands in the palm of her hand with her other hand, her hands were slender and soft, and she could be easily wrapped in the palm of her hand by Lu Nanfeng's big hands.

Lu Nanfeng brought the cup to Meng Zhiyi's lips and said, "Is my hand hotter than a cup?"

Meng Zhiyi nodded obediently and drank tea, "Husband is really like a stove."

"Then you won't need another stove in the winter."

Well?

Meng Zhiyi blinked, did she understand this meaning?

Lu Nanfeng didn't explain, let her take another sip, then picked up the account books piled up on the side, moved a round stool and sat next to Meng Zhiyi's soft couch, and began to read.

His voice is already magnetic, low and deep, and it is a real pleasure to speak it like this.

Meng Zhiyi leaned on the soft couch, and his eyes kept looking at Lu Nanfeng.

This man, how can she look more and more pleasing to the eye?

There is a feeling hidden in his heart, so that Meng Zhiyi can't look at it directly. She doesn't know when she began to covet his temperature, enjoy his company, and look forward to his existence.

Is this a favorite in the book?

Meng Zhiyi didn't know, but she knew that her feeling was not as good as what was written in the book, and she couldn't wait to pack up her belongings and elope with him.

She's fairly sober.

"Meng Zhiyi, don't look at me like this."

Lu Nanfeng suddenly put down the ledger and raised her deep eyes to imprint her delicate little face.

Meng Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, realizing that his eyes were too unscrupulous, and he seemed to have exposed everything he had just thought in his heart.

She is actually a cheerful and bold person in her bones, and she has realized the emotions somewhere in her heart, and she has also let go a lot. In short, the two of them also have a skin-to-skin relationship, and it is not her nature to twist it.

"Husband, my feet are a little numb after sitting for a long time." Meng Zhiyi said aggrievedly, and added, "It's cold and numb."

"You should be active."

"I don't want to."

Lu Nanfeng was helpless, put down the account book, came to Meng Zhiyi's side, and spread his palm at her, "Let me rub it for you?"

Meng Zhiyi moved, and did not take his feet out from under the blanket, but just patted the position beside him, "Husband, sit here."

Lu Nanfeng did not move, as if he was thinking about it.

"How hard your round stool sits,

I'm comfortable sitting on this couch." Meng Zhiyi's warm invitation.

Lu Nanfeng's eyes flashed, and as soon as he sat down, Meng Zhiyi leaned over, hugged his arm with both hands, and stuffed his hand into his palm. Z.br>

"My husband is so warm." Meng Zhiyi said with a smile.

Lu Nanfeng lowered his eyes, and his voice was very low, "This soft couch is not very soft."

"Why, there are so many layers of blankets."

Lu Nanfeng moved, pulled his hand out of Meng Zhiyi's arm, approached, reached in and grabbed her feet curled on the soft couch.

The breath that belonged to the man was approaching, and the steaming heat came over, making Meng Zhiyi's eyes shine, and the whole person became much more energetic.

Lu Nanfeng pinched her feet under the blanket and leaned his face over.

Meng Zhiyi subconsciously leaned back, and the back of his head rested on the back of the soft couch.

There was a distance of two inches between the two people, and the tips of their noses were about to come together, and their breaths were entangled in an instant.

Lu Nanfeng gently spit out the words, "Your feet are softer."

Meng Zhiyi blinked quickly, and his tone was a little arrogant, "Does the husband like it?"

Lu Nanfeng didn't answer directly, but said, "It's just a little cold, and you need to be warm."

"I ........"

Meng Zhiyi was about to speak, but he didn't expect Lu Nanfeng to suddenly approach, and all the hot breath was transferred to Meng Zhiyi.

Meng Zhiyi's eyes widened, looking at the slightly closed eyes that were close at hand, and the gentleness between her eyebrows was like water and she drowned without hesitation.

She felt Lu Nanfeng's other hand holding her hand, as if playing, kneading patiently with the movements of the corners of his lips.

Meng Zhiyi slowly closed his eyes and let himself be pressed on the soft couch.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Nanfeng finally let go of her, but the tip of his nose was still pressing her breath.

His voice was hoarse and seductive, "Warm?"

Meng Zhiyi licked the corners of his lips, like a naughty child who couldn't get enough of stealing candy, "Not yet."

"Hmm....... Very good."

Lu Nanfeng leaned over again, swirling around the corners of her lips, but there was no strong domineering of Fang Cai, as if tossing and turning.

Meng Zhiyi was a little anxious, opened his mouth lightly, and stretched out his small and soft tip to hook it.

Lu Nanfeng's movements paused, and his dark eyes were fixed in front of her eyes.

Meng Zhiyi moved uneasily, changed to a comfortable position and leaned on, and called coquettishly, "Husband, ........"

A silent invitation.

Lu Nanfeng immediately couldn't see this gap, and sacrificed himself to seal it tightly, and an abrasive syllable overflowed from the churning gap, "In."

At this time, Meng Zhiyi, she was like a playful and curious goblin who had the courage to explore, guiding Lu Nanfeng step by step, and as if she was willingly led by him.