Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1788 The pet husband of the national teacher is very allure (19)

  And when the steward saw the young man, he stepped forward respectfully, lowered his eyes and called respectfully: "Master."

  Who can make the steward so respectful,

  Identity is self-evident.

  There was a storm suddenly around   ,

  The pavilion master of Xingyue Pavilion, who has always been mysterious and unpredictable, turned out to be a Qingjun boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Nothing could have imagined this, so young...

  Even when Feng Chuge saw Yen Bai the first time, there was a fleeting surprise across his eyes, but in the next second, this surprise was broken by what the teenager said.

   "What did you say?" Feng Chuge was incredible.

"If Miss Feng Er's ability to understand is not wrong, I shouldn't need to repeat it again." The slender and beautiful young man has picturesque eyebrows and a cold expression. Even what he said is very indifferent. The high coldness of human feelings.

   "You are the pavilion master of Xingyue Pavilion? Why don't you let me buy it?" Feng Chuge blurted out the question.

   "Just because my son doesn't like it." The young pavilion master's voice is extremely weak, revealing a soft mockery.

  This time,

  Feng Chuge is very embarrassing.

  The people around hadn't recovered from the fact that the pavilion master of Xingyue Pavilion was so young and handsome, the amazing color under his eyes had not faded.

  Feng Chuge still wants to care about something, but Nan Jingxuan doesn't want to go on like this anymore, it's too embarrassing.

  He raised his head and glanced at the picturesque boy, and then he dragged Feng Chuge away.

  The power behind the pavilion master of Xingyue Pavilion is mysterious and unpredictable, and it's fiercely attacked, which is not offended by ordinary people at all.

  Even if Nan Jingxuan is the grandson of the Guogong Mansion, he doesn’t want to be offended so easily.

Feng Chuyan was stunned for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, she thanked Ranbai, "Thank you, son, for helping me out."

  If not,

  Feng Chuyan stood there alone, fearing embarrassment was inevitable.

  Yan Bai raised her eyes slowly, and glanced at her, her voice is light: "It has nothing to do with you, it's not pleasing to the eye."

  Feng Chuyan couldn’t help but smiled.

  She didn’t expect that the patron of Xingyue Pavilion would be so young and so personal.

  Just because it’s not pleasing to the eye...

  Feng Chuyan's eyes flashed fleeting envy,

  If she can do what she wants just because she is not pleasing to the eye,

  Think of this,

  Feng Chuyan lowered her eyes and condensed her thoughts.

  She is the daughter of the Feng family, and she has to consider everything for the Feng family, and she must be cautious in her words and deeds. It is impossible for her to be like a teenager.

   "I don't know what is your last name?" Feng Chuyan asked softly: "Even if the son did not intend to do anything, I will still be grateful. If it is in the future, I will return it."

   "Cold." The young man's words are concise and concise.

   "Master Han..." Feng Chuyan muttered to herself.

   Although there is little coldness, it is not without it. Feng Chuyan can't associate the boy in front of him with the unparalleled talented national teacher just because of a single word.

   just remembered this **** from the bottom of my heart, "Dare to ask Young Master Han if he has time, if he has..."

  Feng Chuyan pondered, "How about I invite Master Han to have a meal?"

  The young man in front of him is the pavilion master of Xingyue Pavilion. It is always good to be able to make friends.

   "No need." Ran Bai held the ink-colored folding fan, her voice was unrivaled, and her rejection was also neat.

   "Okay, then." Feng Chuyan was a little pity.

  Unexpectedly, the boy said: “It’s always bad for a girl who has not been out of the cabinet and a man to spend a long time in the same room.”

  This is the limitation of this era, and it is also the sorrow of this era.

  Women have three obediences to four virtues, and their husbands and children, and they can only be trapped in the small world of the inner courtyard all their lives.

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  (End of this chapter)