"You are you, she is she, we can't mix them up." Yun Boyan said this and walked away neatly.
Feng Qingyang touched her nose, and a look of thought passed through her eyes...
He saved this god of death once.
But it was in a state of extreme affection, and there was almost no conversation between the two parties. At that time, he said "I will repay you" and disappeared. Feng Qingyang didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't expect that they would meet again.
Go up, still in my little sister’s boudoir...
It is rumored that this God of Death is not a womanizer, so why would he meddle in other people's business this time?[
He is known as the God of Death, but he is not the incarnation of Uncle Lei Feng...
After examination, Dr. Liang finally determined that Fang Xiyan just had fetal gas and would be fine in a few days.
There should be no strenuous activities in the past few days. She also prescribed some anti-fetal medicine and told Fang Xiyan to take it on time before leaving.
After all, Feng Qingyang was worried. He stayed at Fang Xiyan's place for a long time, and called someone to hire a maid who was quick and agile to serve Fang Xiyan's food and daily life. Everything was arranged properly. Only then did he
Get up and leave.
………………
The setting sun melts gold, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the large clouds in the sky red, and even the pedestrians on the street seem to be covered with glow.
Fang Xiyan sat at the table, stirring a cup of cappuccino consciously in her hand, but her eyes fell on the red-stained clouds in the distance through the glass. The clouds were red, and the surroundings seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold, and she was in a trance.
The clouds in the middle seem to have turned into a bright red robe, and the clouds dyed with golden edges are like the clouds under his feet when he often soars...
Seeing how absorbed she was, Yun Boyan also glanced outside, but didn't see anything about Ziwu Dingmao. He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Xiyan, what are you looking at?"
Fang Xiyan came back to her senses, her face was slightly pale, but she smiled: "The sunset is beautiful, but it's almost dusk, and the sunset is quite beautiful."
Yun Boyan: "..."
The sunset was really beautiful, but he often ignored it when he saw it.
He looked at Fang Xiyan, and he didn't expect that this little girl had a poetic heart, but this poem had an air of decadence. It was strange for a little girl of only twenty years old to go through such vicissitudes of life.
He took a sip of the coffee in front of him: "I prefer the dark night. The dark night is quiet, but people are more awake."
Fang Xiyan smiled: "You are the Dark Death. Of course you like the night." From Feng Qingyang's words, she knew that this person was really the rumored Dark Death...
When the senior brother left that day, he told her to seize the opportunity with sincere words, saying that there were very few good men like Yun Boyan who never approached women. It was rare that he was interested in her, and she should throw it away.
Start a new life...
Fang Xiyan didn't expect to start a new relationship at this time, but the sentence about never being flirtatious with women moved her. Does a man who is never flirtatious with women mean that he is a virgin?
Her erotic dreams have become more and more frequent in the past few days. She starts dreaming almost as soon as she falls asleep. Dreams must be erotic dreams.
Every time she wakes up, she feels like she's had a fight with someone, exhausted. The dark circles under her eyes are getting heavier and heavier...
This symptom is exactly the same as what Hua Baoyue and Yi Lingxi described. It seems that even though she has a special physique, she is still not immune to the common vulgarity.[