"Holy shit! You pervert, your saliva is flowing into my mouth! If you really accept this charming slave girl, I'm afraid I will be flooded with saliva every day from now on! For the sake of my life, I will strongly advise the master
, let him try not to accept Feng Zhihe as his slave!" He spat out saliva that did not belong to him in his heart, with an angry look on his face.
"You m..."
I feel so regretful, why am I drooling with excitement? Also, why is the awesome Prime Minister below sleeping... Otherwise, how could the little noble title be so arrogant in his heart! In desperation, he had no choice but to scold again.
After saying a few stupid words in his heart, he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Tang Yuyao would not be stupid, and that Feng Zhihe would make up his mind and not regret it...
In Tang Yuyao's body, he is a viscount in his heart, and Sejin is just a general manager. His official position in his heart is much greater than that of Sejin. Once suggested, Tang Yuyao immediately agreed with his inner thoughts, so he decided to ask the last question.
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"Feng Zhihe, have you really thought about it clearly? There is no benefit to being a slave!" Tang Yuyao was heartbroken and asked him what he thought truthfully. He still didn't want the little witch to regret it, otherwise he would not be able to rest in peace in the future.
Feng Zhihe, who had lowered his head and remained silent, was thinking about something. After hearing Tang Yuyao's question, his face turned red with a look of panic, and he knelt on the ground again, crying: "Hasn't the master understood my determination?
?You don’t want to drive me away, do you?”
"Get up first and then talk!"
He helped Feng Zhihe up with tears on his face. Tang Yuyao asked himself that he was not an emperor or a nobleman, so he naturally did not like this ceremony of kneeling down. However, he was very confused. He had already promised her to let her go, so why did she insist on being his own?
What about the slave? The more he thought about it, the more doubtful he became, so he asked, "Why are you suffering? Do you have any reason for suffering?"
"The reason?"
After hearing these two words, Feng Zhihe looked even sadder and said softly: "Since the master has asked about it, I don't dare to hide it. Just listen to me and tell you slowly..."
"Okay, tell me quickly!" Seeing that Feng Zhihe seemed to really have some difficulties, Tang Yuyao couldn't help but become interested and listened attentively.
"I have to start this matter from twenty years ago when I first met the master. At that time..."
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After listening to Feng Zhihe's story, no matter how Tang Yuyao restrained the anger in his heart, he still stood up angrily, took Feng Zhihe's little hand, and said softly: "Okay, I already know the truth of the matter, so I won't call him
You leave, please stay by my side from now on!"
"Thank you, Master!"
Looking at the man in front of her, Feng Zhihe had never thought that he could be so kind-hearted. Thinking of her tragic life experience, tears hung on her naturally charming little face. She was so moved that she wanted to kneel down and give to Tang Yuyao.
He kowtowed in thanks, but his body leaned forward and fell into a broad and warm embrace...
"Why do you still call me master?" Holding Feng Zhihe's petite body, Tang Yuyao patted her flat back and said thoughtfully: "Don't worry, you will follow me well from now on, you don't have to call me
Master, there is no need to kneel down to me, and I will not treat you as a slave girl. I want you to be happy! You must be happy!"
This hug was not because Tang Yuyao was lustful, but because he felt that Feng Zhihe was so in need of a warm embrace. At such a young age, she had experienced unbearable horrors! No matter how charming she was, she was still
An ordinary woman with a fragile heart should have someone to care about her, right? Then, that person is herself!