Thinking of his brother Ji looking at Ye Guoguo's tenderness, and thinking that Ye Guoguo would not listen to anyone, but could still listen to his brother Ji's words, Ruan Mufeng slowly smiled and said: "It is indeed a match made in heaven.

It’s destined, otherwise why would Brother Ji have a sister-in-law to be his wife as soon as he comes back?”

"That's right! I think so too!" Ji Daya became more and more happy as she thought about it. She truly felt that her brother and sister-in-law were a match made in heaven.

After chatting casually for a while, Ji Daya left.

Ruan Mufeng also let her go, but before she took two steps, he remembered something and quickly shouted: "Big duck."

"Huh?" Ji Daya turned around.

"Can your duck be eaten?" he asked.

"Yes! Brother Ruan, do you want to eat duck? I'll kill one for you tomorrow! As long as you have an appetite, I'm afraid you won't, so you have to take more food now." Ji Daya said in one breath.

Seeing that Ji Daya was naive and enthusiastic, Ruan Mufeng laughed and said, "I just want to eat it all of a sudden." After a pause, "Kill that duck that crows from morning to night every day and make some soup for me.

It seems to be the old duck, and it just so happens that I haven’t had the old duck soup for a long time.”

That duck was really annoying, quacking all day long, and the room he lived in was close to the chicken pen, so it was so noisy that he couldn't sleep at all.

It also caused him a lot of irritation.

It was not as comfortable as the big duck in front of him.

Ji Daya didn't know what Ruan Mufeng was thinking, so she immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll cook it for you tomorrow! Brother Ruan, do you have anything else to do?"

"Gone."

"Then I'm leaving. I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Um."

It was clear that Ji Daya had left, and there was no sign of Ji Daya on the screen at all, but Ruan Mufeng still tilted his head and looked at the screen.

I couldn't help but sigh again in my heart.

Why is it a man!

He also held a folding fan in his hand, but the folding fan was closed. Ruan Mufeng held it in one hand and gently tapped the edge of the bed with the folding fan.

After looking at it for a while and sighing, Ruan Mufeng looked away and looked at the top of the bed.

"July 14th..." He murmured these four words softly, and kept mumbling these four words: "July 14th...July 14th..."

After muttering several times, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of smiles.

On such a wonderful day, he would feel sorry for himself if he didn't give Brother Ji a big gift.

With this in mind, he stretched out the hand holding the fan toward the east building on one side: "Help me up."

Donglou quickly held the arm that the young master stretched out, and then began to hold the young master's shoulders and back, trying not to let the young master's legs move as much as possible, and helped the young master sit up.

Xilou took two pillows and quickly placed them behind their young master, and then helped him support them together. Then they could sit or lean on them if they wanted to.

His legs hurt, and Ruan Mufeng didn't care. Ever since his legs were broken, he had never been without pain.

As soon as he was helped up and sat up, he opened the folding fan, fanned himself slowly, and ordered with a smile: "Practice ink."

When the East Building and the West Building heard about it, those with the Kang table set it up, and those with the Four Treasures of the Study went to get the Four Treasures of the Study. The Kang table was placed in front of their young master, with paper spread on it, and the East Tower studied ink.

"Young Master." Xilou bowed, took out a writing brush from the pen holder, and presented it to their young master with both hands with great respect.
Chapter completed!