Under the osmanthus tree, the white clothes are like snow, and the beloved person is like jade.

Shu Ange waved his hand to stop the pothos and looked at the people under the tree from a distance.

The person in the painting? Immortals in the picture?

Feng Yunyu's gestures are elegant, like a light ink landscape painting, Shu Ange has to admit that some people are born different.

"Oriental girl, you are not well ill, so you should not go out."

Feng Yunyu put down the wine glass, his head slightly tilted in the direction of Shu Ange, the sunlight poured down from the branches and leaves of the laurel tree, he was bathed in the sun, as elegant as a fairy.

"Push me over."

Several people in Luluo have long been shocked by Feng Yunyu's elegance, and they are afraid that they will surprise this legendary miracle doctor.

After pushing Shu Ange over, several maids retreated understandingly.

When they were seven or eight years old, they began to work as maids by the young lady's side, and as long as Dongfang Chuqing looked at her, they knew what she meant.

Since Doctor Feng came to the house, the young lady has been much more cheerful than before, and often mentions Doctor Feng in front of them.

A few smart and delicate girls have already guessed their young lady's thoughts, so they silently fulfill them.

But the young lady has not yet left the cabinet, and if it spreads, it will inevitably hinder her reputation, so the pothos and their sisters have been careful to hide this matter.

Even if the young lady doesn't have to speak, they will keep watch outside, so as not to be seen by idle people and other people, and bad news will be heard.

Shu Ange's wheelchair was opposite Feng Yunyu, and a shallow smile rose on his lips, like a clear spring.

"Mr. Feng, can I drink?"

She put her hands on her knees and asked softly, for some reason, when facing Feng Yunyu, Shu Ange would always subconsciously calm down.

Perhaps, this is the unique charm of Feng Yunyu, he has the unique compassion and compassion of a doctor, which makes people respect.

Feng Yunyu put down the wine glass in his hand and smiled at Shu Ange: "Thank you Miss Dongfang for your concern, it's just a few glasses of sake, it's okay." Cassia, add another pair of chopsticks. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cassia answered out of nowhere and obeyed, and in a short time he brought new dishes and chopsticks and cups, as well as a small wine jug.

Blue and white porcelain bowls, pale cyan bamboo chopsticks, and delicate white jade cups.

Singer Shu An stretched out her slender pale fingers, rubbed the edge of the cup, and did not rush to pick up the chopsticks.

The fine osmanthus flowers fell with the wind, just falling on a plate of crystal clear snacks, and the scattered flowers were very beautiful.

Shu Ange picked up the chopsticks, pinched the petals on the spot, and then raised his hand to put a piece of dim sum on Feng Yunyu's plate.

"Drinking on an empty stomach hurts your body, Mr. Feng might as well try dim sum."

This is what Hongying is best at, Shu Ange recognized it at a glance, Feng Yunyu was also willing to eat the dim sum sent from Ruyan Xiaozhu, she was happy in her heart.

Although, Fengyunyu may not mean anything else.

"Thank you."

Feng Yunyu has always been faint, even if he can't see with his eyes, he has nothing to do in front of people.

Appreciating that a beautiful man eats is a pleasure, Shu Ange didn't keep staring at Feng Yunyu, he could only watch him bite the snack and eat elegantly with his spare eyes.

Without dropping a little crumb, without any sound, Shu Ange looked at the snacks on the table, and suddenly didn't dare to move the chopsticks.

Shu Ange thinks that he is not a rough person, but he will never be able to do it like Feng Yunyu, even eating snacks can become a performance art.

After eating a piece of dim sum, Feng Yunyu turned her face slightly: "Why didn't the Oriental girl delay moving her chopsticks, is it because she has a bad appetite recently?" ”

Shu Ange's heart suddenly changed, why did she have the illusion that Feng Yunyu was treating her.

"Huh."

She smiled dryly, picked up a piece of osmanthus crisp with chopsticks, but before putting it to her lips, Shu Ange finally asked that sentence after several hesitations.

(Come and guess, what did An Ge ask, lalala, young readers~)