The little fox's pointed mouth pursed: "Actually, I miss you too. I miss you so much that I don't even want to eat the chicken. By the way, don't call me little fox, my name is Yu Jiaolong."
Long Fuyue chuckled: "Look how you look like a dragon now? You're as fat as a ball. You might as well call it a ball."
"I don't want to call you Qiuqiu! It's such an unpleasant name. You have to call me Yu Jiao Long or Xiao Long Du Cheng, or I'll bite you!"
The little fox screamed, barely breaking Long Fuyue's eardrums.
"Okay, okay, little dragon, just little dragon, please stop barking, your ears are deafened..." [
"This fox can... talk?!" Tian'er had just brought the toiletries in and heard the scream of the little fox. She was shocked and pointed at the little fox and screamed. She was so frightened that she couldn't understand.
A few days ago, Feng Qianyu suddenly brought back a fox. He doted on the fox so much that all the maids and servants in the house used the fox as an ancestor to support him. Every meal was a whole chicken feast, and it took several days.
They fed the little fox until it was chubby. However, these people had never seen the little fox talk. Now when they heard it at first, they were naturally shocked.
The little fox curled his pointed mouth, but ignored her. He buried his head in Long Fuyue's arms and said dullly: "Master, I miss you, why did you let me see you now?"
Long Fuyue smiled bitterly and touched its little head: "Okay, aren't we seeing each other now? Look, you are eating like a little pig now. It's time to lose weight..."
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
Feng Qianyu seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.
On the other hand, other concubines came to 'visit' her from time to time.
Long Fuyue knew that they came to visit in name, but in fact they came to see her jokes.
Especially Yun Moyao, the jealousy in her eyes was almost nakedly written on her face, and her words were sarcastic and sarcastic, but she choked back every time with Long Fuyue's faint words. She choked.
My face is red, but I have no way to refute...
well
A gentle sigh escaped from the red lips, and a young man-like man leaned alone at the table in front of the window.