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Su Kui didn't know his thoughts, and he didn't care.

Seeing non-dusty and gloomy, he urged the boatman not to stay and went ashore immediately.

The boatman responded, shaking the oars slowly, and the water pushed the boat, gradually approaching the shore.

When Yun Feimo saw that there was no one left, there was no longer a place to stay, while urging the boatman to catch up with the boat ahead, staring at the gradual approaching Qianying.

The wonderful people in Youfang who felt the beauty of the sky suddenly turned into rouge powder. After leaning on the shore, they even ordered their subordinates to send these women back, and they were too lazy to give alms.

I do n’t know who it is, but I still have a soft fragrance in my arms, and the liver in the center of the mouth keeps calling for a long time.

As soon as I got ashore, the weather was clear with clear skies, and a whisper fluttered in an instant.

The weeping willow on the shore was trembling, and Duchen's face was cold, and his face was slightly slower. He stretched out his hand and took the oil paper umbrella in Su Kui's hand, opened it, most of them blocked her, and he was half of his body. It was thoroughly penetrated by the rain.

Yun Feimu caught up, and saw an umbrella in front of him, strolling along the shore, and the two people who had abnormally matched figures flashed slightly, and quickly walked forward.

"Third Brother--"

Fei Chen's footsteps, Su Kui turned back and looked at him lightly. This was the first aspect of Yun Fei Mo in her sense. To be fair, this person's nature is not bad except for the flower heart.

However, Huaxin is ruthless, and if it does not happen to Ling Luo, she does n’t want to believe that the man in front of him, like a crown jade and a handsome and handsome man, will be the heartbroken person who will eventually kill her.

Thinking about this, the eyes are more indifferent.

Yun Feimo only thought that he had left a bad impression on the beautiful woman, and did not know the meaning of it. Without thinking what he thought, he slightly bowed his hands and moved forward and back with courtesy.

Su Kui turned sideways, avoiding Yun Feimo's ritual. If the seemingly non-action attracted the eyes of the two, the non-dusty eyes moved slightly, and the thin lips bent quietly, while Yun Feimo's eyebrows were dark.

"You don't have to be too polite to the non-Mok. You, as the younger brother of Fei Chen, call me Qingyue like him."

Indifferently, she turned her head to look at Fei Chen's face, seeing that he was flushed with a cold wind, and her cheeks began to flush, and she couldn't take care of anything at all. She raised her small hand and touched his clean forehead. Sure enough, Start with a piece of hot.

"It's hot, is it okay? Let's go back immediately!"

When he had finished speaking, he pulled him. Instead, he was held by Fei Chen's hand and rubbed against his cheek. Su Kui's tremor twitched, and when he lifted his eyes, he saw his eyes droop, his pale lips lifted up, and his dark ink eyes, a look on his face. ——

Her heart suddenly seemed to be scratched by something, only to feel that the mind was overpowering, and she couldn't speak with joy.

Yun Fei accused him of standing in the same place, and the drizzling rain kept falling, and his body was wet, and his subordinates hurriedly ran over the umbrella, but he saw him motionless, and his complex eyes looked at the pair of people who looked like people. men and women.

He couldn't see clearly the look under the umbrella, but he could sense the warmth that the cold rain couldn't hide.

He lowered his eyes and said lightly to his subordinates, "Let's go." He took the lead and walked in the opposite direction.

Let Feichen hold her hand for a long time, and clearly feel the temperature of his palm becomes a little hot. She can't help but smile, "Go back, the child seems to be."

But when I spoke, I found that the soft tone that could not be said was spoiled.