love addiction

The sweet taste of grapes spread between his lips and teeth, and a picture seemed to flash in Yang Qi's mind.

But the picture was so fast that he didn't have time to catch it, so he couldn't remember it anymore.

Then the elf-like woman in front of her asked expectantly, "How is it? Isn't it sweet?"

Yang Qi nodded subconsciously, and the smile on Feng Ying's face became even brighter, "Let me tell you, purple-black grapes like this kind are sweeter. I have tasted them, and they are delicious."

After she finished speaking, she stuffed the grape in his hand into his mouth again, Yang Qi hurriedly grabbed her wrist and said, "Okay, eat it yourself."

"Okay." Feng Ying changed hands and stuffed the grape that had touched his lips into her own mouth. The moment the taste spread, she narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying it.

Yang Qi unfolded the coat he brought and put it on for her, "It's a bit cold, don't catch a cold."

"Mm, good." Fengying was a little slurred because he ate grapes.

Yang Qi looked at the empty basket on the ground, and guessed that the woman only cared about her mouth when she arrived in the orchard, and hadn't had time to pick grapes yet.

He spontaneously picked up the basket and went to find more delicious and sweeter grapes for her.

Feng Ying held a bunch of grapes and followed behind him, eating while walking.

Yang Qi picked out a few bunches and felt that they were almost ready, so he took her out of the orchard.

When they got back to the house, the bunch of grapes in her hand was nothing but the stems.

"It's true to eat less and eat more." Yang Qi had no choice but to persuade.

"It's so delicious." Feng Ying acted a little coquettishly.

Yang Qi put the fruit basket aside, butler Zhou said dinner was ready and told them to eat.

The two of them went to the restaurant to eat. Feng Ying couldn't eat anything because he ate too many grapes, so he was full after just two bites.

Even Steward Zhou couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Miss Feng, although the grapes are delicious, you can't eat too much, you should eat more."

"Oh." Feng Ying was a little guilty, and hesitantly agreed.

After dinner, housekeeper Zhou took the wind to welcome her to her room.

The room was already said to be ready, clean and tidy, but housekeeper Zhou was afraid that something might not be thoughtful, so he kept telling her to speak up if she needed anything.

But Feng Ying's thoughts were not on this at all, she looked at the other rooms and asked Butler Zhou, "Uncle Zhou, which room is he in?"

"It's the first room on the left." Butler Zhou replied truthfully.

Feng Ying looked around, and found that it was the closest room to her, probably housekeeper Zhou arranged this to take care of her.

She smiled knowingly and went for a stroll on the balcony.

The balcony of this room has a particularly good view, and you can see the entire grape orchard at a glance.

It's just that it's already night, and I can't see very clearly, but I can smell the aroma of grapes in the air.

Fengying likes this smell very much.

After making the arrangements, Housekeeper Zhou asked her if she was still satisfied with the room.

Of course Feng Ying spoke highly of him, and after thanking him, she asked him about other things, "Uncle Zhou, how many years have you been with Yang?"

"It's been many years, and I've watched him grow up!" Zhou Butler said confidently.

"Did you watch him grow up?" Feng Ying blinked his eyes.

"Of course! It's been 35 years since I was born." Butler Zhou remembered the days clearly.

Feng Ying looked rather confused, "Have you been by his side all the time?"

"Basically, he has been avoiding detection in other places for the past few years, so I don't have much chance to follow him."

The implication is that before this, he has been following Yang Qi.

Steward Zhou looked at Feng Ying who was full of confusion, and asked curiously, "Why did Miss Feng think of asking about the young master?"

"Um... just curious." Feng Ying smiled calmly, stretched out his hand to stroke the hair that fell on his cheeks, and said along the back of his ear, "He is already 35, why doesn't he have a girlfriend yet? ? Generally, men of this age should have children, right?"

"Our young master has a child!" Steward Zhou said confidently, "My name is Jessica, a very beautiful girl!"

Feng Ying's hand running down his hair suddenly paused.

"Uncle Zhou, where is my brown suitcase? Where did you put it?" Yang Qi's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

Steward Zhou hurried out, "I put it in the bookcase, I'll get it for you."

At night, Fengying suffered from insomnia again.

She was very timid and insecure, plus the burglary happened last night, Housekeeper Zhou was very worried, and told Yang Qi about it.

In the evening Yang Qi deliberately kept the door open, although he knew that it was not appropriate to do so, but considering that she would knock on the door crying with horror, he couldn't bear it.

Sure enough, after a while, the door of Yang Qi's bedroom opened gently, and a slender person came in.

She walked gently to the sofa, looked at Yang Qi who was sleeping on the bed, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and slipped into bed and fell asleep.

When the sound of her steady breathing sounded in the room, Yang Qi, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

He sighed silently before falling asleep again.

In the morning, Fengying woke up full of energy, and even got acquainted with the part-time workers here, making breakfast together.

Yang Qi went to the study to get busy after breakfast, Feng Ying was thinking about the grapes for the night, after breakfast she went into the vineyard to have a full meal.

At ten o'clock, Yang Qi used his account many years ago to log in to the backstage of the International Medical Research Organization.

His mailbox is full, and he has emails from people he knows and does not know.

There are more than ten medical papers he has published.

It's just that these papers have been locked. Except for him, only the top leaders of medical research organizations have the authority to view these papers.

Yang Qi put the mouse on the titles of those locked papers, and after pausing for a few seconds, he still gave up on deleting, directly exited the background, and used the method Lan Xiu gave him to erase all traces of his login.

Feeling a little depressed suddenly, Yang Qi got up and went to the French windows.

It was a sickly green outside, and as the breeze blew, the green grape leaves danced in the golden sunlight.

In this piece of green, he saw a red figure.

A sentence suddenly came to Yang Qi's mind, a little red among thousands of flowers.

Fengying at this time is just a little red among the thousands of flowers.

Chic and beautiful.

Like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers, she kept moving.

And Yang Qi's gaze followed her figure involuntarily, as if everything in the world was no longer important, only her beauty remained.

Yang Qi didn't know how long he had been watching, but he didn't come back to his senses until Steward Zhou knocked on the door.

Steward Zhou closed the door after entering, and said with a rather serious expression, "Master, Fenghua called to say that the case of burglary has taken shape, and that group of people simply robbed and had no other intentions."

Yang Qi was sitting in the chair, knocking on the table with his right hand, savoring the news carefully.

Obviously, he didn't believe it.

Steward Zhou was the same, and said angrily, "That woman must have said this! She is so powerful that even the police in country K are turning towards her! It's disgusting!"

Yang Qi didn't speak, his eyes were dark thinking about something.

But Butler Zhou has already taken the lead, probably because he has been avoiding for many years, but in exchange for the other party's intensification, he wants to explode, "Master, we have been patient all these years, and we have not brought any peace. I can't bear it anymore, so I just go all out and fight to the death with that hateful woman! Anyway, I'm old enough to live!"

"Uncle Zhou, you don't have to worry about this matter, I'll handle it myself." Yang Qi said helplessly.

"Master, I know you have too many worries. In order not to get involved, you carry these things alone, but this is not the way to go?" Butler Zhou urged anxiously, "I dreamed about my wife last night, wake up I am very ashamed, I failed to take good care of the young master, and let you live in such a life of hiding... I am sorry for Madam."

"Uncle Zhou." Yang Qi sighed.

It's just that he can't stop Butler Zhou from complaining, "Young master, you are 35, and if you continue this way, you will be 40. At [-], you have not yet married and established a business. How can you let me have the face to see my wife?"

In fact, this kind of thing happens once a year, Yang Qi seems to be used to it, so he simply doesn't stop him from complaining, just listen quietly.

"Look at your good friend, Mr. Long. He is a little older than you, but he is already the father of five children! The more I think about it, the more I feel ashamed. I blame me for not being able to take good care of the young master. I am ashamed of my wife's dying. Entrust..."

Steward Zhou wiped away his tears, looking very sad.

Yang Qi frowned and asked, "So... what are you going to say?"

"Master, find a woman to marry!"

Yang Qi, "..."

Knowing that he was staring at him here, Yang Qi asked helplessly, "Where can I find a woman to marry?"

"Isn't there one in front of me!" Steward Zhou's eyes suddenly brightened, as if his cries just now were all fake.

Feng Ying's face flashed in Yang Qi's mind, and then he felt that he was thinking wildly, and quickly threw away that strange thought and said, "Uncle Zhou, don't mess with the mandarin ducks, you said she looks like my daughter before." !"

"I was mistaken at that time. Now I think Miss Feng is quite suitable for you. Look, Miss Feng is well-educated, gentle and kind, and very homely. She is also very beautiful. Her genes must be very good, and the children she will give birth to will definitely be good." She's very beautiful!" Steward Zhou thought far and wide, "Anyway, Miss Feng is the best girl I've ever seen, she's just two extremes with that heinous devil, that nasty woman, I curse her I will never get married in this life, and no one will ever want me! I will be alone for the rest of my life!"

With a bang, there was a strange noise outside.

Steward Zhou hurriedly opened the door and went out, Feng Ying fell to the ground, with a broken juice glass at his feet.

She was looking at Steward Zhou innocently, "I didn't mean to..."

"Miss Feng, are you alright?" Steward Zhou hurriedly asked with concern, "Where did you hurt? Don't do this kind of thing, just let me do it. Look, what will you do if you fall down?" Huh? Like a porcelain doll."

While talking, he went to Fufengying.

Feng Ying stood up with his strength, his drooping eyes flashed slightly.

Before Steward Zhou had time to check Fengying's situation, he felt something tripped him, and the next moment he fell directly on the ground, in a somewhat awkward posture.

"Ouch..." Steward Zhou moaned.

There was so much commotion outside that Yang Qi had no choice but to come out to check the situation. Seeing Steward Zhou who had fallen on the ground, he hurriedly helped him up and asked, "Uncle Zhou, are you alright?"

"Hey, hey... I'm fine, I just fell down... Why is the floor so slippery? No wonder Miss Feng also fell down. I'll have to put a carpet here later." Zhou Butler rubbed himself while muttering His knees twitched because of the pain from eating, and he was a little embarrassed.

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