What kind of bad thoughts can my grandpa have?

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This man is really addicted to acting, he always holds his hand.

Yuan Xiaoyan shook his hand, trying to break free from Nan Fengjing, but unexpectedly received a stare from Nan Fengjing, Yuan Xiaoyan faltered all of a sudden, shrank his neck, and didn't dare to move again.

Su Meizhi paid attention to the interaction between the two, secretly glanced at Su Sudong who had a dark face from the beginning to the end, and asked Yuan Xiaoyan softly: "Speaking of which, Meizhi doesn't know the name of Mrs. Shizi yet. Master Nan cherishes his wife and hides it deeply, if His Majesty hadn't bestowed the marriage, people in the world would probably not know that Master Nan already has his heart attached to her."

The charming woman covered her mouth and smiled lightly at Yuan Xiaoyan, causing Yuan Xiaoyan's ears to turn red. He lowered his head and said falteringly, "My name is... Yuan Xiaoyan."

Nan Fengjing lowered his head and glanced at Yuan Xiaoyan's head.

"So it's Miss Yuan." Su Meizhi smiled even more prettily, "I don't know how old Miss Yuan is?"

"Seventeen." Yuan Xiaoyan replied again.

"Huh?" Su Meizhi's almond eyes opened slightly, she seemed a little surprised, she bent over and gave a salute, "Meizhi doesn't know that Sister Yuan is older than Meizhi, she lost her manners, Sister Wangyuan is not to blame."

Both men and women in Xiangguo get married early. Men can marry wives at fourteen, and women can marry at twelve. Yuan Xiaoyan is seventeen years old, already old. Su Meizhi found Yuan Xiaoyan's painful feet and deliberately said: Sister Yuan said.

How could Yuan Xiaoyan know Su Meizhi's thoughts, he simply felt ashamed to be called 'Sister Yuan' by others, so he quickly waved his hands, "No, there is no need to salute."

Nan Fengjing raised the corner of his mouth.

"Sister Yuan is really kind-hearted, don't blame the younger sisters for being rude." Yuan Xiaoyan didn't care about age, let Su Meizhi punch Mianmian, a little annoyed, walked forward again, held Yuan Xiaoyan's left hand, and smiled Yi Yingying said, "It's rare to have a good chat with Sister Yuan. The poetry meeting held in Du Zhuang in the future, why not go with Sister Yuan and Meizhi?"

Yuan Xiaoyan's hand was tightly held by the little girl, and his mind became hot and confused, and when he heard the three words of poetry, his mind became even more confused.

What the hell is that, he went to the literary poetry meeting with a straw bag?Does he look like this kind of cultural person?

He glanced at Nan Fengjing begging for help, who knew that Nan Fengjing was staring straight ahead with a straight face, eyes were eyes, nose was nose, without any expression at all, and he didn't feel Yuan Xiaoyan's eyes calling for help.

Yuan Xiaoyan felt a little dizzy, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I won't go."

Su Meizhi's eyes flashed brightly, and then she showed obvious disappointment, and asked regretfully, "Why didn't Sister Yuan go, did she have an appointment with someone else?"

About what about, he is illiterate!

Yuan Xiaoyan withdrew the hand held by Su Meizhi, shook his head, "I will go back to Pangzhuang City tomorrow."

Su Meizhi: "Why are you in such a hurry? The temple fair will be held for three days, and today is the first day. There are still many exciting activities to come. Doesn't Sister Yuan participate?"

"Do not......"

Yuan Xiaoyan was in a difficult situation, why did he participate, the big master was standing next to him, how could he make a claim, but he didn't know how to reject Su Meizhi, so he had to quietly tap Nan Fengjing's hand hand, looking at him again for help.

This time, Nan Fengjing actually received Yuan Xiaoyan's distress signal. The son of Nanda University proudly and unrestrainedly pouted at Xun Yuandao who was not far away, signaling him to hurry up and deal with the two sisters, and then turned to Su Meizhi and said , "Miss Su, I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Yuan Xiaoyan and left directly.

Yuan Xiaoyan: "..."

gone like this?

Leaving the two beauties behind and leaving like this?

Su Meizhi and Su Sudong apparently didn't react, Nan Fengjing left as soon as he said it, and both turned around, wanting to follow in Nan Fengjing's footsteps, but Xun Yuandao stood in front of them immediately, and said with a smile, "The two Su girls , The next round of fireworks is about to start, please."

Su Meizhi had no choice but to say hello, and slowly stood on the pavilion.But Su Sudong, who has been quiet and barely said a word, is indifferent. She is full of anger and stares angrily at the two figures that are gradually leaving. It was wrinkled into a ball.

"Is this gone?"

Yuan Xiaoyan was led by Nan Fengjing and left the pavilion, but once he came down from the pavilion, the street was full of people, looking around, it was like a sea of ​​people.

Yuan Xiaoyan lacked interest, Nan Fengjing noticed, and said, "Why, are you reluctant to leave?"

Yuan Xiaoyan let out a 'hmm', his back injury has not healed, it is better to stay in the pavilion than squeeze in the crowd, but staying in the pavilion, and having to deal with the two girls is also troublesome.

People were coming and going on the street, noisy and noisy, Yuan Xiaoyan felt bored, shook Nan Fengjing's hand to let him go, after holding it for so long, the palm of his hand was sweaty and sticky , It is really uncomfortable.

Without a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, Yuan Xiaoyan wiped his hands back and forth on his skirt without even thinking about it. The vulgar movements made Nan Fengjing frown.

"Dirty, use a handkerchief." Nan Fengjing looked at him from the side and reminded him aloud.

Suddenly being told, Yuan Xiaoyan's face became hot all of a sudden, and he looked extremely embarrassed. He raised his eyes and glanced at Nan Fengjing. Knowing that he was disgusted, he didn't dare to wipe it anymore. He shrank his hands and hid them in his sleeves.

He didn't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief, and Juanzi was not with him now, since he didn't have a handkerchief, he just didn't wipe it.

But he didn't wipe his hands anymore, but Nan Fengjing took out a handkerchief, held Yuan Xiaoyan's hand in his hands, wiped the sweat from his palms, and said, "How can there be a girl as sloppy as you?"

Yuan Xiaoyan was a little astonished, and was very uncomfortable with Nan Fengjing's behavior, but thinking about the identity he was pretending to be, if he showed any reluctance, Nan Fengjing would probably reprimand him again, so he had to stand obediently.And after hearing Nan Fengjing say that he was sloppy, he just hummed quietly without refuting, and let Nan Fengjing wipe his hands for him.

"Okay." Nan Fengjing put away the veil, "Are you nervous just now?"

Just a joke, when did he, Yuan Xiaoyan, get nervous? Didn't he let you, Nan Fengjing, wipe his hands? Why should he be nervous?

Just when he was about to say no, Nan Fengjing said again, "Just now in front of those two Miss Su, your face was as red as a shrimp."

This is what they said originally, Yuan Xiaoyan coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, "No."

Nan Fengjing glanced at Yuan Xiaoyan, then looked away, and asked after a while, "If you want to find a wife, are you looking for a %3F like Miss Su's?"

daughter in law?He, Yuan Xiaoyan, only has two pigs, so how dare he marry a lady from a high official's family?

But what Nan Fengjing asked was a hypothesis, so Yuan Xiaoyan still thought seriously, if he was a man, would he want to marry the sisters of the Su family?

miss you!

Beautiful, polite, dignified, decent, just perfect!

Yuan Xiaoyan analyzed it for the man in the world, and finally nodded emphatically.

"Miss Su, she has a stunning beauty that makes people admire." Yuan Xiaoyan said.

"Heh." Nan Fengjing's eyes sank, "Superficial."

Yuan Xiaoyan: "..."

Your uncle's!

Which man in the world is not superficial?This man actually scolded all the men in the world.

"What about you, young master? Do you want to marry?" Yuan Xiaoyan asked in disbelief.

Nan Fengjing didn't answer right away, but just stared at Yuan Xiaoyan, the intriguing eyes stayed on Yuan Xiaoyan for a long time, and then slowly said, "I don't want to."