Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The little boy came out of the counter in a panic, nodded and bowed, and made a respectful bow to the person who came by: "Shopkeeper, do you want to look at the account book, or just stroll around?"

Wen Rong, the shopkeeper of "Liuhua Clothes Shop", is handsome and elegant. The man in front of him is not only not as energetic as the rumors say, but his complexion doesn't look too good.

Fu Siqian remained silent. According to his experience, this kind of NPC with a black seal must be cannon fodder and will die soon.

Wen Rong ignored the boy, his eyes stopped in front of Fu Siqian for a few seconds, and then turned obsessively to Feng Tinghan.It was a sickly, strange gaze that contained countless desires, like someone who had been ill for a long time saw his medicine, greedy and delighted: "I don't know what the young master wants?"

This kind of gaze made Fu Siqian very unhappy, but the touch on the wrist instantly attracted his attention, the wrist bones were encircled in the warm palm, like a crow's feather swipe at the tip of the heart.

His little apprentice, is this trying to appease him?

Fu Siqian turned his head and glanced at Feng Tinghan, his eyes were full of narrow smiles: "My young master is very precious."

After he finished speaking, he paused, looked down at Wen Rong condescendingly, and scolded softly: "Ordinary clothes are not suitable for my young master."

He yelled "little son" happily, as if he had changed himself, Feng Tinghan thought it was funny, so he didn't interrupt, just watched him and Wen Rong chatting nonsense.

"Young master is very handsome, so it's not something ordinary clothes can afford." Wen Rong retracted his eyes and smiled with a good temper, "I am Wen Rong, the shopkeeper of "Liuhua Clothes Shop". I wonder if you two have heard of Han Fragrant fabric? "

"Scented fabric..." Fu Siqian leaned on the counter indifferently, pretending to be doubtful, "This is our first time in Jiangyang, and we only heard that "Liuhua Clothes Shop" is the best ready-made clothing shop here, but we have never heard of anything Fragranced cloth, is it unusual? "

Wen Rong's eyes lit up, and the ecstasy that had been suppressed overflowed a bit. He rubbed his hands together and gave a strange smile: "You two don't know that fragrant cloth is the treasure of our clothing shop. It looks no different from ordinary cloth, but it actually contains a subtle fragrance, and the fragrance lingers after washing, sticking to the bones."

Fu Siqian nodded cooperatively, then turned around and pulled Feng Tinghan's sleeve, and asked with a smile: "Sounds good, what do you think, young master?"

Understanding what he meant, Feng Tinghan raised his chin proudly: "It's so-so."

The boy at the side quit, and yelled dissatisfiedly: "The scented fabrics in our shop are hard to come by, and ordinary people can't see them. You are too ignorant."

A cultivator noticed the movement here, and was just about to come over to take a look, but was dragged away by Yan Fangshi with an excuse.

The owner of Yanhua Tower smiled like an old fox, and coaxed everyone to go out under the guise of Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable.

A group of children who are fledgling and ignorant, talked a lot with Fu Siqian when they met Yan Fang on the road, so they really believed his nonsense.

Feng Tinghan had a panoramic view of everything, and with a slight movement of his mind, he sent a message to Yan Fangshi.

"So-so, so-so." Wen Rong's face was full of crazy joy, and he didn't seem to be offended at all, "There is a suit of ready-made clothes in the house, which should be worthy of your son. Give it a try?"

This Wenrong is weird, and his words are weird, and his whole person is "I have a problem" in capital letters.

Yan Fangshi just said that the evil thing was related to the fragrant cloth, and Wen Rong delivered it to his door.

Fu Siqian thought for a moment, and felt that no matter what happened, he could escape smoothly with Feng Tinghan, so he accepted the invitation: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

The three of them went to Wen's house in a carriage. Fu Siqian secretly left a Taoist talisman for Yan Fangshi and asked him to take care of a group of practitioners.

Like raising a child, along the way, Fu Siqian has gotten used to being an old mother.

"Are you two traveling together?" Wen Rong asked.

"It's not companionship." Fu Siqian smiled playfully, "Master Wen misunderstood, I am a servant of the family, and I will accompany our young master out to see the world."

Perhaps it was the word "domestic servant" that touched him, some inexplicable emotion flashed in Wen Rong's eyes, and he didn't answer any more.

The surroundings gradually became quieter, and the sky outside did not know when it was cloudy, and the black clouds covered the city, as if entering a ghost land, it looked gloomy.

As if danger was coming, Fu Siqian subconsciously grabbed Feng Tinghan's hand with a strange feeling in his heart.

Wen Rong looked over in astonishment, and his gaze swiveled over the hands they were clasping.

Feng Tinghan was resting with his eyes closed, without opening his eyes, he held Fu Siqian with his backhand, and said lightly, "Hands are cold, help me warm."

After the young master had spoken, Fu Siqian naturally followed suit, cheekily brushed his icy fingers between his fingers, and caressed his slender fingers slowly and carefully.

"You two have a really good relationship." Wen Rong smiled ambiguously.

Wen Family Mansion is located in the north of Jiangyang City. This is Wen Rong and Wen Liuhua's new residence after they got married. It occupies an entire street, rich and luxurious.

There are no people around, except for Wenfu, there are no other residents, so it looks a little deserted.

The carriage entered the mansion directly through the side door, and after getting off the carriage, Wen Rong led them through the corridor.

The corridor is winding, and there is a garden on the outside. The environment is quiet and full of various flowers and trees.The deeper you go along the corridor, the stronger the fragrance of the surrounding plants and flowers becomes, and at the end, you almost get a headache from the smoke.

The aroma was somewhat familiar, and it seemed to be similar to the smell of the piece of cloth Yan Fangshi was holding. Fu Siqian raised his hand and gently rubbed the tip of Feng Tinghan's nose, skillfully sealing his sense of smell.

At the end of the corridor is a hut, hidden among the flowers and trees, where bees and butterflies are flying in clusters.

The two came with the purpose of investigating, and Wen Rong checked around the house as soon as he left.

The hut was neatly arranged, with a bed made of phoenix wood carved from huanghuali in the corner, surrounded by a pair of tables and chairs, the edges were smooth and moist, which seemed to be quite old.

"This shopkeeper is not good." Sitting in front of the dressing table, Feng Tinghan yawned lazily.

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows slightly.

Feng Tinghan spread his hands: "You don't know how to serve a pot of tea when you invite people to your home. Since you are the adopted son of the Wen family and a big family, you should know a little about how to treat guests. It's so petty."

The drunkard's intention was not to drink, Fu Siqian knew his thoughts without guessing, he vomited too much on the boat, he was hungry and thirsty, and he secretly poked at him to find fault.

The insinuating appearance was quite interesting, Fu Siqian deliberately pretended to be confused: "We're not here to drink tea, it doesn't matter."

"Anyway, it's a courtesy." Fu Siqian's smiling face was reflected in the bronze mirror, Feng Tinghan saw that he said that on purpose, and immediately groaned and joked, "Master made fun of me again, you have to apologize to me when this matter ends. "

In the past, Feng Tinghan with this appearance was really rare, he pierced the window paper, and with confidence, this person became more and more pampered.

Fu Siqian was so happy, looked at Feng Tinghan's eyes in the bronze mirror, and asked with a smile, "How do you make an apology?"

Feng Tinghan smiled: "That's easy, the peach blossom cake that I promised earlier should be arranged."

As the words came to his lips, Fu Siqian thought of another thing: "Didn't you have a good time eating on the boat before? When I saw Yan Fang, I prepared a bunch of food for you. There are so many varieties, and you still miss peach blossom cakes?"

Feng Tinghan blinked: "That's different."

Fu Siqian snorted: "What's the difference?"

The dignified Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable is like a big cat that has lost his temper. Who would believe it?

Feng Tinghan thought it was funny, resisted the urge to go up and snore at him, and obediently said: "The peach blossom cake is a gift from Master, so it is naturally special."

This was like directly saying "Master is special", Fu Siqian was so coaxed that he lost his temper, and only clicked: "We got closer to Yan Fangshi."

The long hair like a waterfall slipped from the shoulders, as if washed by snow water, it was black and soft, Feng Tinghan held the hairband and looked over with a smile: "Isn't it just to inquire about the news, Master doesn't like me getting too close to him? "

Fu Siqian shook his head, according to the plot of "Supreme God Lord", it is inevitable that Feng Tinghan and Yan Fangshi will be friends, and he will definitely not destroy Feng Tinghan's way to become a god in the future for his own petty thoughts.

"Yanhualou is an existence that should not be underestimated in the cultivation world. I thought Master would be very happy to befriend Yan Fangshi." Feng Tinghan handed the comb to Fu Siqian, "Master, would you like to comb my hair for me? "

Fu Siqian took the comb, inserted his fingertips into his hair, and wanted to ask "whether I'm happy or not, do you care?", but swallowed it back, which was too hypocritical.

"Master, do you have any idea about the evil spirit?" Feng Tinghan closed his eyelids, looking a little sleepy.

Fu Siqian did not lie to him, and repeated what Yan Fangshi said last night: "Now we can only start with Wen Rong. He has too many flaws. I believe that the connection between the two will be found soon."

Feng Tinghan hummed, leaned back softly, was caught by a pair of cold hands, he yawned, and rubbed against Fu Sigan's palm: "Master, I'm sleepy."

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, and just about to speak, the door was pushed open.

The drowsy person immediately opened his eyes vigilantly, but there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

"You two have been waiting for a long time." Wen Rong seemed to have not seen their actions, and handed over the tray on his hand, "This is the work of my whole life...I thought it would never be seen in the light of day. Think, you can meet a destined person."

There were two sets of clothes on the tray, shining brilliantly, crimson like blood, like nine feet of clouds falling on an inch of gauze, just looking at them, the eyes were completely occupied by the floating stars left behind.

Wen Rong stared at the clothes with gentle eyes, as if filled with endless obsession: "This dress is called "Zhu Men Cui", and it is a set... Hahaha, it's not worth mentioning, let's not mention it, please give it a try. "

The two looked at each other, Fu Siqian took the tray, he thought that Feng Tinghan was the only one who wanted to try it, but Wen Rong had prepared clothes for the two of them.

"Trouble shopkeeper Wen."

Wen Rong closed the door of the house, squatted in the garden, covered his face and laughed silently, blood and tears flowed down his sunken eye sockets, and were swallowed by the surrounding vegetation bit by bit.

"Zhu Mencuo" is a complete set, with everything from underclothes to mid-clothes and veils, even boots and shoes, covered with red and gilt thread to draw out a complex pattern, the whole set of clothes is like a whole piece of clouds, and there is no trace of it pins.

Fu Siqian shook them out together, checked them over and over again, but didn't see any heresy: "What the hell is this Wen Rong doing, could it be that he really just wants to see us change this set of clothes?"

Feng Tinghan stroked the silk ribbon hanging from his sleeve, and replied thoughtfully: "I probably won't know until I change it."

There was a screen in the house, and for some unknown reason, the two of them went to both sides of the screen tacitly.The screen is made of four folds of wooden carvings, and the carvings are a hundred flowers facing the sun. The core leaves are hollowed out, and the arc of the corners of the clothes can be faintly seen.

The slight sound of clothes rubbing through the screen came to his ears, Fu Siqian changed into his underwear, smoothed the folds between the sleeves, and suddenly smiled: "I just bought the clothes for the young master, I didn't expect to change them after wearing them for so long .”

Short laughter came from the other side of the screen, accompanied by the muffled sound of knuckles clasped on the screen: "Master likes to see me wearing that? Don't you mean it's too bright?"

Fu Siqian followed his example and buckled the screen: "Didn't I say it's suitable?"

"'Suitable' and 'like' have never been the same thing." Feng Tinghan said pointedly, "I don't want Master's 'suitable'."

Listen to this tone, beating words and beating around the bush, as if acting like a spoiled child.Fu Siqian put on the last layer of veil, and smiled indulgently, as if scooping up a handful of shattered sunlight and melting the ice and snow all over his body into spring water: "If you don't want it, put it away for now."

Fu Siqian is a person with a strong desire for control and planning. He is used to distinguishing everything clearly. Whether he likes it or not, how much this liking is, are all issues for him to consider.

He has always felt that he will not like anyone easily. If he likes someone, it will be a lifetime. Before he figured out his feelings, he did not say that sentence directly, but silently sighed in his heart: I am afraid that "suitability" and "like" collided. full of heart.

The atmosphere became solemn, and suddenly there was a series of knocking sounds from the other side of the screen, followed by Feng Tinghan's painful cry.

His body was faster than his consciousness, and by the time Fu Sigan reacted, he had already bypassed the screen: "Why did you fall?"

Feng Tinghan twitched his lips: "Everybody with a mortal body can't bear Master's words of 'suitable', and it will be retribution."

"..."

The little bastard held grudges again, Fu Siqian couldn't laugh or cry, helped the person sitting on the ground up, took the beaded belt that he didn't wear, and put it on carefully for him.

To live up to Wen Rong's recognition of "Zhu Men Mistakes" as the work of his life's painstaking efforts, it is indeed worth it.

Layers of veils overlap around the neckline, and the broken jade around the waist makes Feng Tinghan even brighter, like a ball of never-extinguishing fire, burning everything around it when you raise your eyes.

Clouds and rosy clouds come out of Haishu, and silk is picked to make brocade clothes.

Fu Siqian looked at it, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. He looked down at his sleeve again, and suddenly fell silent.The clothes of the two matched in shape, and even the accessories were slightly different in subtleties. Feng Tinghan's suit had more embroidery and looked more gorgeous.

He had an absurd idea: "Why does your clothes look like..."

Feng Tinghan uttered his last words: "The wedding dress."

This "mistake of the wealthy family" is clearly a fancy dress for the couple to get married!

Fu Siqian: "Fortunately, this is not a wedding dress."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

The beauty is in the bones but not the skin, and the wind is cold and the bones are good. Even in a wedding dress, she does not look feminine at all.

Fu Siqian smiled, and boasted: "It's very beautiful, like a spoiled and ignorant young master."

The sound of gongs, drums and music suddenly sounded, and the room became dark. A pair of red candles appeared on the table at some point, and the flickering candles illuminated the surroundings.

The candle flames turned red, Fu Siqian lowered his head, watching the pair of thin white hands walk over his body, slowly slid down from his neck, and finally held his hand, interlocking fingers.

Fu Siqian raised his eyes in doubt: "Ting Han?"

Feng Tinghan raised his eyes slightly, leaned close to Fu Siqian, took his hand and slowly put it on his waist, curled his lips and smiled lightly: "My waist is not only thin, but also soft, do you want to try it, Master? "

The author has something to say: Today is Mr. Feng who is "forced" to wear women's clothes and is attractive.

Now Fu Bao is facing a serious question: whether to try it.

感谢在2020-10-0820:51:24~2020-10-1000:24:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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