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"Long'er, are you really okay? Seeing your blushing, is it uncomfortable again?" Feng Qingcheng lowered her voice and asked softly, it seemed that too loud a voice would make the pain worse.Long Qingque's erratic eyes drifted back to Feng Qingcheng, shook his head, and said lightly: "It's okay, let's go." The pain in the pit of the heart just now was getting worse, but now it's much better, Long Qingque Adjust your breath, turn around and continue walking.Feng Qingcheng always felt that Long Qingque seemed to be unhappy. When she was shopping just now, she was still smiling sweetly, but what she said now was not as pleasant as before.

Chaoyang followed behind in a small step, Feng Qingcheng obediently followed behind, Yan Shuai had no choice but to lead the way, Feng Qingcheng approached Chaoyang and asked in a low voice: "Long'er...what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know either, maybe I'm tired." Chaoyang replied falteringly, his eyes flickering.Feng Qingcheng felt that what she said was too empty, so she asked: "Tired from shopping? Is she not feeling well?"

"Master hasn't had a moment's rest since morning..." Chaoyang just started talking, then suddenly shut up, the action was too obvious.Feng Qingcheng tugged on Chaoyang's sleeve quietly, her bright eyes were full of doubts, and the implication was obvious.

"Okay, if I tell you, don't tell Master..." Chaoyang showed embarrassment, Feng Qingcheng nodded again and again, then Chaoyang leaned into Feng Qingcheng's ear and whispered: "Actually, Master got up very early this morning. Morning, the porridge you ate this morning was made by the master."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were round, and she couldn't say a word... No wonder Long Qingque was weird, she foolishly said that the porridge was not good this morning... Long Qingque was really sinister, she was obviously ashamed but didn't show any emotion .After Chaoyang finished speaking, she saw Long Qingque, who was in front of her, turned slightly sideways and seemed to look back. Chaoyang immediately lowered her head guiltily. In fact, she really loved her master.

Early in the morning, Chaoyang was busy getting breakfast for the three of them, while her master was bothered about Feng Qingcheng's breakfast, and she was not allowed to tell Feng Qingcheng.Although making porridge is the simplest thing, Long Qingque has never cooked before. When Yulong Clan, it was not Long Qingque's turn to cook, so this morning's porridge is the result of Long Qingque's life. First time cooking, unsuccessful, but at least she tried.It's just that this meal was not well received by Feng Qingcheng in the end, and Long Qingque was somewhat depressed, but she didn't blame anyone. She can continue to cook for her poor cooking skills, and it will get better after a long time, right?It was only then that Long Qingque realized in his heart that it seemed difficult to please others.

"I thought you made the porridge this morning, and I told Long'er that the porridge was too sweet to taste..." Feng Qingcheng spoke to Chaoyang in a low voice, and she blinked at Chaoyang's beautiful big eyes. She stared round, she didn't know there was such a thing at all, Chaoyang asked in disbelief: "Qingcheng, did you really say that?"

"Yeah... I didn't know it was your eldest lady who did it, why didn't you tell me!" Feng Qingcheng complained, with an innocent face, Chaoyang shook his head and said with emotion: "No wonder the master did this this morning. She is so serious, it must be because she cares about Qing Cheng's words, the master has always been served by others when she was in the Yulong clan, today it is rare to cook to please Qing Cheng, I don't think Qing Cheng will not like it." Chaoyang's words were quite provocative. The meaning of reason, the distressed expression is even more exposed.

"I really don't know, I thought it was you who did it, so I told the truth..." Feng Qingcheng couldn't wash it off if he jumped into the Yellow River, and the porridge was really sweet as hell!Feng Qingcheng asked aggrievedly: "Then what should I do? Do I want to apologize to her?" Feng Qingcheng was really depressed. She had breakfast early in the morning and was watched by Long Qingque. no.The current Long Qingque really doesn't look very happy, but Feng Qingcheng thinks that Long Qingque doesn't seem to be in a good mood very often, and at most she just smiles. Does she have a paralyzed face and can't smile!Although Long Qingque didn't explicitly blame her, Feng Qingcheng was still angry, but he couldn't get angry. He muttered: Nima, I'm provoking someone. Why don't others tell me that the porridge tastes bad?Besides, I didn't throw it away and didn't eat it, didn't I eat it all, what else could I do!

Feng Qingcheng glared at Long Qingque, who was walking in front, with graceful small steps, her figure was like a willow by the lake, swaying gently in the wind, how could such an elegant woman be so narrow-minded!So out of tune!Feng Qingcheng really became more and more angry as he thought about it, he strode forward with big strides, passed Long Qingque in a few steps, and walked over without looking sideways.Ever since meeting Long Qingque, Feng Qingcheng had accumulated a lot of anger in her heart, but she had no chance to vent it out, because before she vented, Long Qingque's other side was already as normal as a person.

The moment Feng Qingcheng's figure was staggered from Long Qingque's, the right hand on the back was held by someone, and there was a feeling of warmth. Feng Qingcheng guessed that it was Long Qingque without turning around. The weather was obviously not that cold, but Long Qingque's hands seemed to be cold all the time.Feng Qingcheng didn't look back, suppressing her anger, but her tone was still aggressive, and said: "Let go...just talk about something."

"Feng'er, I'm tired, let's go back and rest!" Long Qingque's tone was really soft, and there was a bit of tenderness in the softness, such a soft tone!Feng Qingcheng's hairs almost stood on end when he heard it, and his anger was extinguished in a hopeless manner.Feng Qingcheng stopped suddenly, and when he turned around, his facial expression had adjusted, "Don't want to eat anymore? Didn't I agree to treat you to delicious food?" Feng Qingcheng's voice was clean, Long Qingque's words were soft, Feng Qing Cheng's tone became softer unconsciously, and the concern was genuine.Long Qingque stroked the broken hair at the temples, shook his head lightly, and said with a sigh of relief: "I'm a little tired, so I don't mind eating, and besides, I like Feng'er's cooking very much, it is comparable to all the delicacies."

Seeing that Long Qingque said this, and the words of praise were said so frankly by Long Qingque, Feng Qingcheng was still embarrassed, but seeing the look of burnout on Long Qingque's face, Feng Qingcheng hesitated a little, and turned around for a while Shout out to Yan Shuai in front, "Handsome guy!"

"What's the matter?" Yan Shuai stopped, stood where he was and asked, impatient in his heart, because he was afraid that Long Qingque and the others would make trouble again.

"Handsome guy, I won't have dinner with you today. They are a little tired. I'll go back with them. I'll treat you to dinner alone some other day!" Feng Qingcheng felt somewhat apologetic. Things, this will be sent to others again.

"..." Yan Shuai bulged his cheeks and couldn't speak, his heart was so depressed that he guessed it.Yan Shuai's eyes turned to Long Qingque, Long Qingque just glanced at him coldly, then fixed his eyes on Feng Qingcheng.

"Xu Mu, go and get the clothes." Long Qingque ordered, and Mu Mu hurriedly walked to Yan Shuai's side, thanking him: "I'm overworked today, bring it to me!" Yan Shuai held the things in his hands and didn't want to give them. He felt like he hadn't seen Feng Qingcheng for several days, and finally got a chance to have dinner together today, but now it's gone again.Several people insisted, but Yan Shuai had no choice but to stuff things into Chang Mu's hands angrily, turned his head and left.

"Let's go, let's go home." Feng Qingcheng led the way, and a group of people followed back home.When she got home, Long Qingque went to the bathroom to wash her hands first, Feng Qingcheng was also a little tired, and she nestled on the sofa, thinking about cooking for a while, she was even more tired.

"Feng'er, come here and wash your hands." Long Qingque said standing at the door of the bathroom. Feng Qingcheng, who was lying on the sofa, climbed onto the back of the sofa chair with both hands, half-squinting her watery eyes to look at that side.Long Qingque took off her windbreaker, and she was wearing her white plaid shirt, which made Long Qingque look even whiter and more beautiful.Long Qingque raised his right hand in the air, waved his slender hand lightly, and greeted with a light smile, "Come here! Feng'er." Feng Qingcheng always felt that if Long Qingque smiled, he must be very beautiful.

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