cute husband

Chapter 352 The Holy Lord Changes His Face (1)
"..." Shui Long rolled her eyelids lightly in response to the sage's harsh words, and didn't take it seriously.

Seeing this, the holy venerable gritted his teeth, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm getting bolder."

Hua Yi and Hua Er stood aside with low eyebrows, but whispered in their hearts: No matter how courageous Young Madam is, it's not because of your connivance.

During the days with Shuilong and Shengzun, the two brothers have seen what it means to change faces faster than turning the pages of books.Sneering at them a moment ago seemed dangerous enough to kill them at any moment.In the next moment, she will be able to be kind to the young lady, and play cute and pretend to be obedient.Every time I got angry with the young lady, I would feel wronged in front of the young lady, and immediately laughed when the young lady left, and faced them with an unfathomable expression, showing emotions and anger.

"Hey." Hua Er sighed in a low voice.He felt that during these days, his gray hair must have increased a lot.

Hua Yi bumped into him lightly, and looked at him warningly.What a sigh!Aren't you afraid of being heard by the young master and missed by him?
Hua Er glanced at him, expressionless.What are you afraid of? Now the young master's thoughts are all on the young lady, so he doesn't pay attention to us.

The tacit understanding between the twin brothers is really incomparable to others. They both clearly looked paralyzed and did not move their lips, but they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes, and there was no obstacle in communication.

"Hahaha, the two subordinates are really interesting!" A young and clear voice sounded.

At a table three tables away from Shuilong, a young gentleman stood up and spoke to Shuilong and the other two.

The man looked to be around twenty years old, with fair skin and beautiful features, and was wearing a gray-blue narrow-sleeved gown.One can tell at a glance that this man must be from everyone, and there are three people around him, and he should be the main one.

Hua Yi and Hua Er knew that he was talking about themselves, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, they didn't look at the man, and they didn't respond in any way.

As for Shuilong and Shengzun, they turned a blind eye.

This man between a teenager and a young man has rarely experienced such ignorance, his expression was awkward for a moment, he clasped his fists in the direction of Shuilong and Shengzun, and said with a smile: "It's time to eat, I was rude to disturb you rashly..."

"Young master, why bother apologizing to them, it's them..." the boy beside him whispered.

The man waited for him a glance, told him to shut up, and then looked at Shuilong and Shengzun, seeing that they still had no reaction, he just felt that he had been directing and acting on his own, which was a bit awkward and powerless.

"Isn't it Feng?" After the man said his name, he felt that he had nothing to say, and sat back in his seat helplessly.

Regarding his name, Shuilong and Shengzun didn't respond at all, which doesn't mean that others didn't respond either.

In fact, everyone in the inn was surprised when they heard the man's name.

"Wouldn't it be Feng, the young master of Feijing Valley?"

"How could he be so young? I remember that Feng is 28 now."

"He has good looks. You can see that he is handsome. It's not surprising that he can't tell his age."

"This time, the Martial Arts Conference is being held in Feijing Qianshan again. The young master of Feijing Valley is not staying in Feijing Qianshan, so it seems that he is rushing back."

Everyone was discussing, and their eyes kept falling on Feng Qifei, Shuilong, Shengzun and others, and they couldn't help guessing the identities of these two people who didn't give the young master of Feijing Valley any face.

In the unknowingly lively atmosphere, Xiaoer brought up one after another of the dishes and respectfully placed them on Shuilong's table.

When Shuilong saw the dishes on the table, she knew that the chef of this inn must have put all his heart into cooking.

Both vegetarian and non-vegetarian foods are carefully prepared, and there are no ingredients that are not conducive to pregnant women.

The corner of Shuilong's mouth twitched, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the meat.

Shengzun stretched out his chopsticks, one step ahead of her to press down on the meat.

"Huh?" Shui Long's eyebrows twitched, her voice was so soft that it pierced the bone marrow, "You... better, you have a good reason."

The repeated obstacles made Shuilong's temper almost run out.

Shengzun's eyes were soft, "Drink a bowl of hot soup first."

Shui Long frowned, stared at him for two seconds, then slowly lowered her eyes, retracted her chopsticks, and when she raised her eyes again, she could see the flash of boredom in her eyes, but it was a compromise, "The last time .” His eyes drifted to the soup cup.

The Holy One raised the corners of his mouth happily, and his pure smile made him look very innocent and cute.

Shuilong spat in her heart, thinking: a big man, why is he always so cute!Damn it, she still insists on this kind of thing. She will kick him in disgust when she clearly sees other men acting cute, and she will scold him as a 'bitch' in displeasure, isn't she?

Shengzun didn't know what Shuilong was thinking, and now he was a gentle and good husband in the eyes of others.Holding the soup bowl in person, filled Shuilong with a bowl of hot soup, scooped up a spoonful of it with a spoon, blew lightly on her thin lips, while still aiming at Shuilong.

Shui Long said softly with disgust: "Drool has blown in."

One sentence destroyed the beautiful picture created by the holy venerable, causing everyone around to appreciate the scene to cast disapproving and hating eyes on Shui Long.

Is this young lady too straight-tempered, or too dull-minded, how can she be so speechless!

Compared with the entanglement of the bystanders, the Shengzun party was much calmer.

He whispered: "I'm very careful." Then he brought a spoonful of soup to Shuilong's mouth, and looked at her with a smile on his face.

Shui Long glanced at him, directly picked up the soup bowl, and drank from the side of the bowl.

The saint looked regretful, and put the spoonful of soup into his mouth.

After eating a bowl of soup, Shuilong put down the bowl and stretched the chopsticks towards the meat again.Seeing the entangled chopsticks coming up again, she slapped the table with her palm, and stared at the Holy One coldly, "You..."

The holy man quickly took her hand that was about to fall on the table into his own, and interrupted her, "It will hurt."

Shuilong stared at him.

In the sight of the Holy One, she only felt that her eyes were dark and scorching, because the slightest bit of anger ignited a spark, breaking through the usually calm and soft surface, revealing the most radiant brilliance inside.From the eyes to the body and mind were burning because of the other party's eyes, and the heartbeat was throbbing violently uncontrollably.

Shuilong noticed that Shengzun's eyes were gradually deepening, and the dark tide inside was extremely dangerous, and the palm holding her hand also tightened a little bit.

When the strength of the opponent's palm and eyes darkened to a certain extent, Shui Long thought he wanted to do something, but his hand was let go, and that compelling and deep gaze also moved away.

(End of this chapter)