After the divorce, my ex-uncle fell in love with me crazily

"En." Duan Feng responded, lowered his head and took another bite of the steamed bun.

He was probably really hungry, he ate a steamed bun soon.

Seeing this, Wan Run handed him the other one in her hand.

Duan Feng was not polite either, and reached out to take it.

When he was eating steamed buns, Wanrun couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

He eats quickly, but he doesn't seem to be ravenous, and his movements are even somewhat graceful.

When the two returned to the living room, Duan Feng had just finished eating the steamed buns.

Wan Run brought him a cup of tea, "Brother Duan, the steamed buns are dry, soothe your throat."

"En." Duan Feng responded, reaching out to take it.

Looking at his long and thick eyelashes drooping while drinking tea, Wan Run was stunned.

She discovered it last time, his eyelashes are very long...

Duan Feng finished drinking tea, raised his head, saw Wan Run staring at him, he paused, and asked: "What's wrong?"

Wan Run came back to her senses, feeling a sense of embarrassment of being caught, she hurriedly shook her head, "It's okay."

Duan Feng didn't think too much when he heard the words, put down his glass, and asked with concern: "Is this village still used to living?"

"Well, I'm used to it." Wan Run nodded.

Speaking of her Zhuangzi, her eyes lit up, and there was a heartfelt smile on her lips, "I like life here very much."

With no disturbance from outsiders, her life is peaceful, and she can freely enjoy the tranquility and beauty of this world.

Seeing her bright eyebrows, Duan Feng's lips curled up, "That's good."

"By the way, if you are free this afternoon, let's go to the back mountain, okay?" Wan Run invited.

Duan Feng nodded mildly, "Okay."

While Wan Run was happy, she thought of something, and her eyes fell on the armor on his body.

It should be inconvenient to go to the mountains and wear such heavy armor.

When she was thinking about it, Die Ye brought in the meals prepared by the cook.

"Brother Duan, you can eat by yourself. I have something to do, so I'll come back later." Wan Run got up and said.

Duan Feng thought she had something urgent, so he didn't ask further, "Okay."

Wanrun came out of the living room, went back to the house, and took out a robe from the cage.

This robe was made by her some time ago, only a few stitches on the cuffs were needed, and it was ready.

She touched the material of the robe with her fingers, took the needle and thread, and sat on the edge of the bed to sew.

Not long after, Die Ye came in, saw her closing her cuffs, and said with a clear face, "The robe that Miss made for Mrs. Duan can be sent out today."

Being teased by her, Wan Run blushed a little, and explained: "I will go to the back mountain with Brother Duan in a while, it is inconvenient for him to wear armor, just this shirt can come in handy."

Die Ye said with a smile: "Master Duan gave you the comb you made by yourself, and you gave you the robe that Master Duan made by yourself. It's very suitable."

Wan Run: "..."

But to be honest, if Duan Feng hadn't given her the comb she made by herself, she would have put this robe on hold.

Because she hopes that the relationship between the two will just go with the flow.

But he gave her a comb, and she suddenly felt that she didn't need to deliberately avoid it, even if it was her who pierced the window paper, it didn't matter.

Coincidentally, this robe can test Duan Feng's attitude towards her.

After cutting off the thread with scissors, she shook her robe and took a look.

Die Ye praised from the side: "My lady is just capable, she is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even needlework is so good.

The clothes made here are even more beautiful than those made by the embroidery lady in the embroidery workshop. "

Wan Run couldn't laugh or cry, "You are the only one who thinks I do a good job."

"Master Duan must also think it looks good." Die Ye said firmly.

Wan Run gave her an angry look and said nothing.

Guessing that Duan Feng had finished eating, she returned to the living room with her robe in her arms.

When she passed by, Duan Feng had already finished eating, and the servants also cleaned up the dishes.

"Is the food to your liking?" Wan Run asked.

"En." Duan Feng responded with a low voice, and his eyes fell on the clothes she held in her hands.

Wan Run paused, and handed over the clothes in her hand, "It's not appropriate to go to the mountains wearing armor. There just happens to be a shirt here, Brother Duan, you can try it on."

Duan Feng reached out to take it, and was about to unfold it to have a look, but Wan Run said: "You try it, I'm going out first."

Then before he could say anything, she had already run out.

Duan Feng was stunned for a moment, and slowly unfolded his robe.

The material of this robe is very new, and it feels very comfortable to the touch. It is obviously newly made.

But in Wanrun's Zhuangzi, there are no men except for a few servants, so why are there men's robes?
He is a smart man, looking at the fine stitches of his robe, he vaguely understood.

This robe... was made for him by Wanrun herself.

Realizing this level, his heart throbbed unbearably.

He is the elder son of his parents, his mother passed away when he was very young, so when he grows up to this age, all the clothes he wears are made by his embroiderer.

Today, a girl personally made a robe for him, and his heart was warm and touched, and those emotions that were suppressed by him suddenly couldn't be suppressed.

Wan Run stood outside the house, a little nervous.

Although she gave the robe to Duan Feng, she suddenly worried that it was inappropriate, or that Duan Feng would not like it.

While feeling anxious, the man's slender figure came out from the hall, and then stood tall and tall on the steps, looking into her black eyes with a smile.

Wan Run was startled, her eyes fell on the royal blue robe on him.

The robe fit him just right, and he wore it very nicely, making his facial features soft, his skin white as jade, and extremely handsome.

"The clothes fit you well." Duan Feng walked down the stairs with a warm and modest voice.

Wan Run came back to her senses, and at the same time she breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and stammered a little: "It just fits, fits."

"I like it very much." Duan Feng paused, and suddenly said in a low voice.

Wan Run was taken aback for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at him, "Just as long as you like it."

"Thank you." Duan Feng said with a smile.

Wan Run shook her head, "It's not hard..." Before she finished speaking, she said in surprise, "You know... I did it?"

"You didn't do it?" Duan Feng asked back.

Wanrun pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, then nodded and admitted, "I did it."

Duan Feng paused, then suddenly raised his hand to touch her head, "Thank you."

Wan Run was stunned, stared at him blankly, and stammered: "No, you're welcome, you gave me the comb too..."

Duan Feng was taken aback, "That comb..."

"I know you polished that comb yourself." Wan Run blinked, then calmed down suddenly, "I... like it too."

After speaking, she held her breath and looked at him.

Did she tell him her feelings for him in a disguised form?
How will he respond?

Thinking of this, she became nervous, and her curled eyelashes trembled endlessly.

Duan Feng looked at her vibrating long eyelashes like butterfly wings, and a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, he suddenly reached out and held her hand, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Wan Run was taken aback.

"Didn't you say you were going to the back mountain?" Duan Feng looked down at her.

Wan Run looked down at the hand he held up, paused, and finally smiled, "Yeah."

Sorry everyone, there may be another update later, if not, it will be tomorrow.