In this way, Cui Panle's joy was still overwhelming.
It was decided in my heart that this matter of preparing a generous gift for Po Meng would not be delayed a little bit. By the way, I also learned from Po Meng and got a few ideas to make Yangxi happy. In the province, she was stubborn all day long, and she also made herself feel distressed.
After the meal, the maidservants rushed to remove the table full of dishes. In fact, only a few bites of each dish were eaten, and some were even served whole and put down the whole.
Cui Pan poured tea for Yanxi, and suddenly remembered something, and thought that he might make her happy, so he said, "Yanxi, do you still remember the silver turbidity? I see you being bored in the hall all day, so I rarely go out for a walk. , How about I send it to continue to be with you?"
Yan Xi held the hand of the tea cup for a meal, her eyebrows drooped, and she sipped the tea leisurely, silent.
Sit with your back straight and sit at the table.
Cui Pan's heart burst, could it be that he would be wrong? He was hesitating not knowing how to speak, Yanxi finally moisturized his throat, raised his eyes and glanced at Cui Pan, and asked his doubts, "Yinzhuo is still alive?"
She thought Yinzhuo was killed by him? !
Cui Pan smiled bitterly, "Xi, I am not as cruel as you think." Seeing her lowered her eyebrows again, her eyelashes seemed to trembled when she heard what he said, she knew who she was thinking of, her fingertips tightened, and her fists were tightened. Hidden in his sleeve, he secretly told himself that he must be calm and calm.
After repeated such repetitions, he just laughed softly: "Yinzhuo is alive and well. I have never touched a piece of its fur. As for him—" He tightened his thin lips, hiding the trace of loneliness in his eyes, and said: "He is alive, too. That **** was really annoying. Seeing that you were thinking about him, Fang lied. That night... I did have a murderous heart. It was because of his master who came to the Qing Dynasty in time to save his life."
The fingers holding the tea cup were curled up, and Yan Xi stared at the tender green leaves that stood up in the tea cup intricately. If so, did she ever bear a life debt? However, Cui Pan really wanted to kill him.
Qi Qianshui escaped, but it was a fluke.
She raised her eyes, "Cui Pan, you didn't lie to me?"
Cui Pan twitched his lips, didn't he squeeze out a smile, "Yanxi, apart from that, how did I lie to you? Ask yourself, have I treated you badly for the past twenty years?"
He controlled himself to speak calmly, but his tone of voice still exposed the grievances in his heart. He thinks that as long as there is a contribution, there will be a reward, and Feng Xi will see his sincerity one day and fall into his embrace.
Of course, God's will tricks people.
Although he has been favored by him, but he refuses to give him a little more charity, why not just let Feng Xi fall in love with him? I have to make him struggle hard, trapped in it, and can’t ask for it, the more I want it—
In the end, it became a demand.
Early the next morning, Feng Xi was licked awake. The wet and fleshy tongue licked her fingertips with a hint of itching. She rolled her dark and clear eyes, yawned sleepily, and looked at the little thing she was licking with one hand on her cheek.
It was dark, hidden on the plain silk quilt, too conspicuous.
As if perceiving her gaze, the silver turbidity paused, and the little head was raised tremblingly, a pair of silver eyes, black and black pupils, not silver turbid, who else could it be
"Meow~"
Yin Zhuowei trembling cautiously scratched Yan Xi's sleeve with his small claws, his eyes moist and pleading. Seeing Yan Xi not speaking, he just stared at it. It screamed two times weakly, and without Wuxi's permission, it dared not approach.