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Bai Hemian was startled, moved away a little, but did not push him away directly, but raised his head in doubt: "Second Brother Feng?"

"He Mian." Feng Qisong buried his face on the side of Bai He Mian's neck, thinking that maybe a soft petal was attached to his cheek, or maybe he was next to the falling leaves, but he said, "Your soup... ..."

"Is there something wrong with the soup?" Little Young Master Bai couldn't stand the scare, and became nervous for a moment, "Damn Mrs. Liang, is there something wrong with the prescription?"

While speaking, he reached into his pocket, trying to find the prescription that he had read many times.

Feng Qisong tightly wrapped his arms around Bai Hemian's waist, and let him look for it. When Young Master Bai was so anxious that he wanted to call someone, he said slowly, "It's quite effective."

Bai Hemian was stunned for a moment: "...Huh?"

"I said, your soup is very effective." Feng Qisong pulled his hand to his lips, rubbed his fingertips with his cold lips, and then pressed down under Bai Hemian's shocked gaze.

Maybe he didn't expect Feng Qisong to do such a shameless thing with the most serious expression on his face, Bai Hemian didn't think of struggling until his hand was firmly pressed on his crotch.

He blushed, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Shameless...you are shameless!"

The young master from the Bai family doesn't know how to swear, so he can only say such a harmless swear word, which can barely be regarded as a swear word.

He couldn't break free from Feng Qisong's shackles, so he could only force himself to ignore the hot touch coming from his palms, stiffen his neck and lean back desperately.But Bai Hemian was sitting on the stool, and the distance he could lean back was limited. In the end, he was pulled back by Feng Qisong, and hugged him on his lap even harder.

"Second Brother Feng, don't..." Bai Hemian touched it for the first time, but it felt exactly the same big and hot.

The corners of his eyes were red, as if he had been bullied hard, he bit his lower lip and kicked his legs, just as he raised his feet, Feng Qisong sighed softly by his ears: "I'm hurt."

As if he was afraid that his memory would be bad, Second Master Feng added, "In order to save you, I almost fell off my horse."

So Bai Hemian put down his legs abruptly, and glared at Feng Qisong while holding his breath.

In fact, he could completely refute, saying that he did not ask Feng Erye to save him.

A few days ago, Bai Hemian, who was just robbed into Feng's house, might really be able to say it, but today's young master Bai closed his eyes to see the door of the storage room that was kicked open, and Erye Feng's constant ups and downs. Yes, hot chest.

So he couldn't say anything hurtful no matter what, so he reluctantly looked at Feng Qisong who was squinting and smiling.

This person was so shameless that he even asked politely, "Is He Mian satisfied?"

Bai Hemian was angry and anxious: "What are you satisfied with?"

Feng Qisong sighed, and pressed his wrist down hard. Now Bai Hemian had no choice but to hold that thing, even if he didn't want to.

"You...why do you bully people like this?" Young Master Bai gasped, his fingertips trembled slightly, his fingertips were sore and itchy from being rubbed by Second Master Feng's pants, and his voice trembled, "Written documents... we Those who have written evidence!"

In desperation, Bai Hemian went to the doctor in a hurry: "You give me your family property... Feng Qisong, you give me your family property!"

"Yeah." Feng Qisong let him yell, completely like a prodigal, "I'll give you everything, I'll give you whatever you want."

The final trump card failed to restrain Feng Qisong, and Bai Hemian was at a loss. He sat on Feng Erye's lap, the blush spread from his cheeks to his neck, and the peony in the tattoo was ashamed.

Feng Qisong's nose rubbed back and forth along the petals, and for a moment he froze with a muffled groan, then he let go of Bai Hemian's wrist dumbfounded: "Are you angry?"

Bai Hemian was panting heavily, and the strength in her hands had not been withdrawn. She opened her mouth and grabbed Feng Qisong's earlobe with one bite: "Let you bully me!"

"Hey, let go." Feng Qisong was no more comfortable than Bai Hemian, and he bit the bullet and grabbed the young master's fingers that were still straining, "If you don't let go, I will do something that will make you even more unhappy."

"What's the matter?" Young Master Bai was so annoyed that he wanted to ask.

Feng Qisong stared helplessly into his eyes, and the two of them stared at each other for a long while, but Bai Hemian couldn't hold back first, let go with a soft moan, and then shook his wrist as if he had been scalded, flustered He ran out of the house, saying he wanted to wash his hands.

Feng Qisong naturally wanted to follow, the two left the bedroom noisily, and returned a few minutes later.

With the water in his hand, Bai Hemian pushed Erye Feng's wheelchair angrily, feeling that he was too kind, Feng Qisong couldn't help but soften his heart when he mentioned the pain in his leg.

Looking at Feng Qisong's comfortable and comfortable character now, he doesn't believe that Second Master Feng is really injured at all.

The more Young Master Bai thought about it, the angrier he became, he went back to the house, snatched Feng Qisong's desk, sat there splashing ink, and wrote a large piece of paper eloquently, counting the "crimes" of the second master in detail. People can send it, so they fold it and stuff it under the pillow.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qisong witnessed the whole process of Bai Hemianzang's "crime", and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I will see it?"

"I just want you to see it." Little Young Master Bai sat cross-legged on the bed with his hands in his hands, plausibly saying, "I wish you could come and see it."

Feng Qisong was not fooled: "How can I watch without permission?"

"You know that I didn't write well!"

"What He Mian writes is good."

……

They quarreled for a while, and Qian Shan knocked on the door, saying that dinner was ready.

"Where's Wo Bai?" Feng Qisong asked casually, "Tell him not to go out and run around, these few days are not peaceful."

"The third master seems to have gone out in the afternoon."

"Where did you go?" Feng Qisong frowned slightly as he looked at the pouring rain outside the window.

"It seems...the other side of the mountain?" Qian Shan said after thinking about it, "Second Master, you know that if it doesn't rain, those friends of the Third Master..."

"What kind of friends are those cronies of his?" Feng Qisong handed the umbrella to Bai Hemian, and at the same time told Qian Shan to find someone with a headache, "Don't follow us, what can happen at home? Hurry up and get Wo Bai If you find it, just say it was my order and let him go home quickly!"

"Your legs..."

"Go." Seeing Qian Shan brewing a long speech, Feng Qisong hurriedly waved his hands with a headache.

Qian Shan couldn't beat Er Ye Feng, and walked away without turning his head, as if Bai Hemian could completely toss and cripple Feng Qisong's legs if he wasn't by Feng Qisong's side.

"I stayed abroad for a few years, and when I came back, my third brother was already spoiled by my elder brother." After Qianshan left, Feng Qisong sighed abruptly, "He Mian, he is not as good as you."

Bai Hemian didn't know what Second Master Feng meant by "inferior", and he didn't have too much contact with Third Master Feng, so he could only answer: "I'm not good enough either."

As long as he is more successful, he will not sell himself into a flower house after the tragic death of his parents.

They walked slowly along the veranda to the front hall, the rainwater that gathered into a stream fell down the eaves like a waterfall, obviously there was no splash, but Bai Hemian felt that his whole body was covered with water vapor.

He shrank his neck uncomfortably, and suddenly heard Feng Qisong ask: "Does it hurt?"

"what?"

"The tattoos on your body." Feng Qisong lightly stroked the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, "Such a large piece of tattoo...does it hurt?"

Bai Hemian was silent for a long time, then smiled: "It hurts."

But no matter how painful it is, it is not as painful as the loss of a family.

"Snake on a peony, rich and honored for a hundred years." Young Master Bai pressed the tattoo on his shoulder through the cloth, "Second Brother Feng, you may laugh at me for being superstitious or not, but as a member of the Bai family, Of course I have plans."

"What's the plan?"

"All the property of the Bai family has been used to pay off the debts." Bai Hemian didn't mind telling Feng Qisong about the family affairs, anyway, the Bai family has completely declined. He seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, with a calm tone, "The reason why I became the oiran , there is also the purpose of repaying the debt.”

What is easier to get out of debt than selling yourself into a flower house?

"At that time, I was naive, daydreaming about a comeback, thinking that if I made enough money in Hualou, I would be able to redeem myself and buy back the property of the Bai family." Bai Hemian lowered his eyes and laughed at himself. I found out that after entering the Hualou, how can there be any freedom at all? How can a person living in the dust get involved in a serious business?"

Feng Qisong couldn't help but said, "If you want—"

"That's all." Bai Hemian interrupted Erye Feng calmly, "I know you have good intentions, but even if you bought all the property of the Bai family, what can I do now?"

"...I don't have the ability to make the Bai family flourish."

Regardless of Bai Hemian's young age, he is calmer than anyone else thought.

The time spent in the flower building was enough for Young Master Bai to recognize the ways of the world.He clearly knew that it would not be difficult to make money again and buy back the property, but he was no longer able to convince the public after being an oiran and married again.

Even if he could, the price he had to pay was not something he could bear now.

The two of them walked and chatted, and unknowingly came to the main hall, but the bedroom with the closed door ushered in an unexpected guest.

The sneaky figure squatted under the desk, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, as if looking for something, but unfortunately returned in vain.

Not reconciled, he came to the bed again, just in time to find out the "crime" written by Bai Hemian.

A faint ray of light penetrated through the window, illuminating the face of the person who came, and it turned out to be Feng Wobai who went out to spend the afternoon at Qianshankou.

Feng Wobai didn't realize that the "crime" was written by Bai Hemian at first, until he read the concluding statement at the end: "Second brother Feng is really too much." His fingers trembled slightly.

He crumpled up the letter written by Bai Hemian, unfolded it again, and read it over and over again, trying to find evidence of hypocrisy between the lines, but to no avail.

How is this possible?

Feng Wobai sat slumped on the ground, unbelievingly raised the letter paper above his head, and looked at the light.

Bai Hemian was obviously snatched back by his brother, how could... how could he be tempted?

Every word on the letter paper scolds Erye Feng, but every word also reveals traces of dependence.

Feng Wobai knew what Feng Qisong was like.His elder brother has studied outside for many years, imitating the "gentleman" style of foreigners, even if Bai Hemian is stripped naked and stuffed under the bed, he will not act out of line.

This is Feng Qisong's insistence in his bones.

That's why Feng Wobai never thought that Bai Hemian would go on with his second brother after being robbed of his wife.

Their marriage may be able to survive for a while, but as long as he intervenes, Young Master Bai will eventually become his wife.

Just like when his parents were alive many years ago, there is nothing he can't get if he likes it.

Thinking of this, Feng Wobai refolded the "crime" written by Bai Hemian bitterly, and stuffed it under the pillow.

He regretted it.

After regretting being drunk, he broke up the engagement at the instigation of his friends.

What did those people say?

It is said that the third young master of his dignified Feng family marrying a man is too cheap, not worthy of the lintel of the Feng family, not to mention that Bai Hemian is still in the dust, so what's the use of being good-looking?It's just a broken flower and a lost willow. I heard that there are still old friends. Whoever marries will be a cuckold for herself.

Feng Wobai didn't care about the cuckold or not, he simply liked Bai Hemian's face and figure.When he was young, he was ignorant, he had regretted the marriage, and when he grew up, he became lustful. Even if Bai Hemian had never been engaged to him, Feng Wobai wanted to go to Hualou to kiss Fangze.

However, his self-esteem was causing trouble, and being coaxed by his friends, Feng Wobai also felt that marrying a male wife was worthless.

It would be fine if he married as a concubine, but his parents had arranged for him to be the main wife's marriage, and his second elder brother was always business-like, so it was impossible to change the engagement for his face, so Feng Wobai would not stop doing anything, and directly marry him The marriage certificate was torn to pieces.

He originally thought that Feng Qisong would scold him severely, and then sent him to apologize to Bai Hemian. In the end, the marriage was what it was.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qisong snatched Young Master Bai to the mansion halfway, and held a wedding banquet directly when no one could react.

It was also at that time that Feng Wobai realized his second brother's feelings for Bai Hemian.

He stared at the pillow where the "crime" was hidden—Bai Hemian, who was supposed to marry him, was tempted.

Feng Wobai couldn't figure it out. Facing the second master Feng who robbed the marriage, Bai Hemian shouldn't be out of breath, wishing to get rid of Li sooner, right?

At that time, he can appear on the stage like a savior and take Bai Hemian away logically. As for whether to marry or not, it is up to Young Master Bai.

But Feng Wobai's dream was shattered by this seemingly "criminal" letter, but there was a hint of sweetness between the lines.

He has never been so awake like this moment, and he can't take Bai Hemian away no matter what.

Feng Wobai stood up from the bed, he had already forgotten what he was looking for, he staggered to the door, froze again, threw himself back to the bed, tremblingly took out the "crime" written by Bai Hemian Look closely, and then laugh nervously: "Second Brother, I'm sorry...I, I really..."