An Yi felt that he was being indulgent, and actually met Feng Qingchen in front of a powerful enemy, without Qin Yanran and others knowing their safety
An Yi turned her eyes and glanced at the man sleeping next to her. His beautiful facial features and smooth and delicate skin were like pure silver-white silk. His dark blue hair hung on his fair shoulders. Every texture on his body was smooth. , people can't help but want to touch and test whether it has the coolness and cleanliness of delicate rice paper.
The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, then opened. Feng Qingchen grabbed the woman's restless little hand, turned over, and pressed the woman under him: "It seems that I didn't work hard enough!"
Anyi quickly pushed him: "Let's leave quickly, this village is a bit weird! By the way, have you found Qin Yanran and Chen Xiaowu?"
Feng Qingchen curled her lips slightly, stared at her with charming eyes, and combed her black hair that fell on the pillow, "You don't have to worry about these, what you have to worry about is, what if you wake me up?" "
An Yi was about to speak when his lips were blocked
In the end, An Yi completely forgot about the existence of Qin Yanran and Chen Xiaowu because she was too tired!
When the woman fell asleep, the man slowly sat up, his bright red brocade clothes draped on his straight and white back, his side face was beautifully painted by the orange light shining in through the wood-grained panes from the rising sun outside the window. good.
The man carefully opened the door and walked out.
The morning light shines on the small village. People in the village have begun to get up and work, and smoke is floating from the village.
The villagers were holding bowls, enjoying breakfast and chatting at the entrance of the village, as if nothing happened last night and this was just an ordinary small village.
Leng Jiu stepped forward and lowered his voice and said: "The people from the Hair Plucking Cult have left, and the imprisoned villagers have also been released, but these villagers are probably not ordinary villagers."
Feng Qingchen slowly shook his head, "There is no need to pursue it!"
Leng Jiu was stunned. According to Feng Qingchen¡¯s temper in the past, he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of a hundred!
Feng Qingchen turned around and entered the small kitchen next to her. After a while, there was the sound of pots and pans clattering.
Leng Jiu was stunned, are you in the kitchen?
Leng Jiu looked up at the sky. The sun came out from the east!
Leng Jiu pinched his thigh again. It hurt. He was not dreaming!
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Leng Jiu stood cautiously outside the kitchen and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you hungry? Xiao Guo is waiting outside the village. If you can't wait, we still have dry food made by Xiao Guo in our bags. Will you At once¡¡"
"Leng Jiu, come and light the fire!" Suddenly, Feng Qingchen lifted the lid of the pot and looked at Leng Jiu seriously.
Leng Jiu was stunned, and hurried forward, hurriedly adding firewood, but because he filled too much, he started to smoke for a while.
"Get out!" Feng Qingchen kicked Leng Jiu in disgust.
"Master, open it!" Leng Jiu got up from the ground and suddenly found small bubbles coming out, and quickly shouted, "You can get down now!"
Feng Qingchen immediately threw the noodles in.
The pancakes are made by An Yi with fried noodles. They fall apart as soon as they are cooked, and then there is a layer of beautiful oily flowers floating in the water.
There were several green onions in the kitchen. After Feng Qingchen cracked an egg and threw it in, he cut up the green onions and threw them in. After a while, a bowl of fragrant egg noodles came out of the pot!
"Sir, this is the second time you have fucked Madam!" Leng Jiu said.
Feng Qingchen was also stunned.
He just wanted to make a bowl of noodles for her because he saw the woman was having a hard time last night. No wonder this scene seemed familiar. It turned out that he had done this for this woman before.
Feng Qingchen lowered his eyes. It seemed that since the blood transfusion, he was slowly getting closer to the Feng Qingchen before he lost his memory.
Is this the purpose of Anyi¡¯s blood transfusion?
Feng Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at the villagers in Wuzhuang, and he actually started to be merciful and soft-hearted! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com