Madam is the super darling of Lord Quan

"Marshal... Madam?" The man stared at him with his teeth bared and his eyes cracked

Fan Yan shivered and knelt down, full of weeping admonishment

"Young master, I can understand your mood now, but everything should be reasonable and stop feeling! This letter can't be passed on at this moment! "

"Get out of the way. Don't write that book now. You'll have it handed in tomorrow!"

Mu Wu closed and pushed him away

Sit down straight

Turn out the writing paper and find the pen

Write on the shop floor

Behind

Faltering under the fan Yan bitter with a small face, is really worried about his master's current situation ah!

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next day

In the mansion

Under the windowsill of the study

It's a small, tightly wrapped guy, with his head popping quietly

Staring at the tall shore figure, little eyes are almost staring out

Little mouth murmured: "bad guy! bad guy! The bad guy

under

Han Ping Su face frame with him, ears automatically shield, nothing to hear!

Outside the study

Han Chen, who is on duty, has long found the figure of these two people. He is selectively blind and sees nothing!

The Feng Mu Yang that carries tea water to come in swept one eye, lowered a head to secretly smile

Raise your feet and step in

"Bang --"

The tea cup was put down slowly

He couldn't help but say: "marshal, have some tea first --"

The man pauses for a second, but does not look up. He continues to copy something with a brush and asks:

"How is she?"

Day after day, Feng Muyang, who heard this, was numb

Mechanically, she said, "my wife got up at three o'clock in the morning, and had breakfast at Chenshi! After a bowl of red bean porridge, I'm reading in my room now! "

"Why do you eat less and less?"

Seal the ocean heart to make complaints about: you have locked up others, even if people eat, it is good!

But he didn't dare to say it. He could only reply, "I don't know. Maybe my wife has a bad appetite."

"Bad appetite?"

"Pa --"

Pen and ink are thrown on the table

The man hummed coldly: "what's the kitchen for? A bunch of trash -- "

"Yes, my subordinates are going to preach to them now!"

"Stop!"

"Marshal?" Feng Muyang, who just turned around to leave, looked back in doubt

The man was wrong and went out to avoid him, leaving only one sentence: "I'll go myself!"

"Well?" The adjutant, who was stunned for a second, responded

Busy with a smile to catch up

……

window sill

After listening to them, the little guy's eyes began to wander around, suddenly thought of something, busy patting the people under him

"Uncle Han, put me down, I'm going to find my sister!"

"Good --"

Han Ping carefully put him down

The little guy is busy, like a little penguin, running forward in a crooked way

But half an instant it was under the window of the wing room

"Sister, sister, come out quickly --"

"I think of a good way to let my sister out!"

"Sister"

"Sister"

"What's the matter, ruofeng?"

LAN Ruo Guan leans out from the window, and the confused sight falls down

The little guy waved his hand and said, "sister, wait a moment. They'll send you food. Don't eat it. Don't eat dinner. If you're hungry, if Feng will send you food secretly, maybe we can come out."

"If Feng is to say, let elder sister... Pretend to hunger strike appearance?"

"Well, my sister may have a try!"

LAN Ruo bowed her head, looked at her expectant little face, and with a smile, she answered in a low voice, "good --"