Cut off

Where is he uncomfortable?

It's just relying on Feng Qisong's connivance and messing around.

Bai Hemian struggled to untie it, and he didn't untie it for most of the day, so he was a little annoyed, staring at Feng Qisong with misty eyes that often appeared in the mist.

Feng Qisong lowered his eyes and sighed.

Bai Hemian couldn't get help, so he continued to rely on his own efforts, pulling with his hands when he couldn't stop pulling. If there were scissors nearby, he might have ripped his pants.

"What's the matter, is it?"

"Second Brother Feng..." Bai Hemian made a fuss without thinking, and fell on Feng Qisong's chest as if discouraged.

Just when he saw Miss Wen, he felt a sense of crisis in all his limbs.

In Bai Hemian's eyes, people who wanted to get close to Second Brother Feng were not pleasing to the eye.

Nowhere is pleasing to the eye.

He was like a possessive kitten, flicking his tail trying to leave more scent on Feng Qisong.

But it would be embarrassing to tell the truth, Bai Hemian was ashamed to admit that he even ate unnecessary vinegar, and ate it with extra vigor, so he pursed his lips, muttered "I miss you" hypocritically, and then persevered in tossing his belt.

He hummed to untie his belt, Feng Qisong looked at him gently, with a sense of tranquility.

Bai Hemian explained, and then thought of a question that would only come to mind on the bed: "Second Brother Feng, why didn't you come in?"

He asked vaguely, but Feng Qisong understood.

"I'm afraid you'll be in pain." Feng Qisong put his hands on Bai Hemian's lower abdomen, "You cried a lot the first time."

Following Feng Qisong's words, Young Master Bai's cheeks swelled up bit by bit, as if a drum was charging, and finally exploded with a "boom": "It's not because you went in directly!"

The first time, Feng Qisong stabbed it to the inside like crazy, Bai Hemian didn't say anything, but remembered it clearly in his heart.

He holds a grudge.

But in the future, no matter how much Second Brother Feng loves him, he won't go in, and Bai Hemian is thinking too hard.

It's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. He, Bai Hemian, has been taken care of by his second elder brother. How can he bear the pleasure of tasting it?

"I think you're not ready." Feng Qisong stared at Bai Hemian for a while, and decided to tell the truth.

"Not ready for what?"

"Not ready to have a baby with me."

Bai Hemian fell silent for a moment.He didn't think about it, even though he once yelled words like "the belly is big" and "the more you can get pregnant" when he was unconscious.

Bai Hemian is only 19 years old, no matter how rich his life experience is, in Feng Qisong's eyes, he is still a loving young master.

It's enough for one young master in the family to make him hurt, and he can't spare the energy to hurt the second one.

Besides, Bai Hemian himself might not be very willing.

What can happen, in the final analysis, is a trouble after all.

The identity of the husband and wife is already embarrassing, and Feng Qisong's death will continue to be concealed. If Bai Hemian is pregnant at this time, it will be easy to talk about it in a short time.

Furthermore, Feng Qisong was reluctant.That was a walk through the gate of hell, and he didn't worry about his delicate young master at all.

So on the bed, Feng Qisong restrained himself, stopped being reckless, and turned into a gentle hunter, wantonly torturing the poor prey in the warm trap.

For Feng Qisong, it was enough to get today's response after a long wait. As for whether he could have children, it was completely out of his consideration.

"It's too early." Feng Qisong spoke out for Bai Hemian, "Wait another five or six years, if you really think about it, let's have another life."

Bai Hemian likes a long time span, like a promise.

Only young and inexperienced young masters have excessive pursuit of time.

After Feng Qisong finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled into a sour arc—five or six years, his feelings for him were precipitated and fermented in another five or six years.

Before Feng Qisong finished thinking, a sticky kiss fell on the corner of his lips.

Bai Hemian hugged Second Brother Feng's arms: "We have a lot of five or six years."

Thinking of Miss Wen's words, he couldn't help joking: "If you liked me a long time ago, how good would it be?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't notice Feng Qisong's instant stiffness, and realized that he had said something wrong.

Even if Second Brother Feng liked him a long time ago, so what?

He had regular customers back then.

Bai Hemian shrunk his head, timidly stroking Feng Qisong's Adam's apple, he was really brave, but he was not afraid of death and asked: "Second Brother Feng, do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"I used to have regular customers." Bai Hemian muttered, "You know, I was an oiran at that time, and there were all kinds of customers in the flower building. I was lucky, and someone took care of me."

The person who entrusted him was Feng Laosan, which is really the greatest misfortune among luck.

But what happened in the past can't be changed. Bai Hemian rides on Feng Qisong's waist, condescending, but languid, the usual arrogance, including the monkey anxiety just now, are gone, and only a good and soft boy is left. Core.

Without waiting for Feng Qisong to open his mouth, he swore impatiently: "Second brother Feng, no matter who I was attracted to before, I won't have any in the future."

"Frequent customers..."

"I forgot!" Bai Hemian suddenly raised his voice, and then he let out a guilty conscience, "I will remember his kindness, but I will never have anything to do with him again."

"...I, I'm married to you." Young Master Bai pitifully pinched Feng Qisong's waist with his legs, as if afraid that someone would run away, "Second Brother Feng, Second Brother...Brother!"

Feng Qisong's heart was numb when he was called by Bai Hemian's series of intimate names, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

In such a short moment, Bai Hemian had already made an oath: "If I contact my regular customers again, you will lock me up at home, and you can do whatever you want!"

He swore: "It's okay to be pregnant, I... I'm not afraid!"

Bai Hemian described a picture that Feng Qisong didn't even dare to imagine. He was so proud that his tail was up, and he felt that everything was safe, and the issue of "regular customers" would never become a point of conflict between them in the future.

His eyes were full of affection, his waist slumped down, and he rubbed his fingers on Feng Qisong's chest: "Brother, you hurt me quickly."

Feng Qisong pursed his lips, wanting to beat Bai Hemian.

The usually clever young master would lose the chain at critical moments.

He obviously got the ledger, and he also knew who was in charge of the Feng family, so he wholeheartedly thought that Feng Laosan was a regular customer.

So the chattering Bai Hemian had the tip of his nose pinched, and he could only breathe through his mouth for a long time.

"Second Brother Feng?" He blinked at Feng Qisong in confusion.

Feng Qisong hesitated to speak, and after a while, he let go of his hand, hugged Young Master Bai aside, got up and pushed open the window: "Qianshan, what's happening with Chen Beidou?"

It wasn't that Feng Qisong didn't want to make out with Bai Hemian anymore, but continued to make out, he was really afraid that he would die of anger.

With his back to the window, Qian Shan said loudly, "Second Lord, I've already pulled out three or four eyeliners."

"Who are they?"

"The bastard in the stable, Liao Qimei in the kitchen..."

"You don't need to talk about these insignificant people." Feng Qisong frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed the window completely open, "Turn around."

Qian Shan quickly turned around and covered his eyes with his hands, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see.

"Take it down." Feng Qisong was already calm, "He Mian and I are watching you."

Bai Hemian, who had just put down the gown, snorted angrily, and leaned against the bed with his arms folded.

Qian Shan carefully opened his fingers to make sure that they were all wearing clothes, and finally he was relieved: "Second Master, there is something very strange."

"Huh?" Feng Qisong signaled him to continue.

"The several eyeliners we found didn't seem to have the slightest connection on the surface, but I sent someone to check their whereabouts in recent days, and found that they were all related to one person."

"Who?"

"A grandma named Su."

Feng Qisong fell silent suddenly.

Bai Hemian, who had been pricking up his ears to eavesdrop, couldn't hold back: "Who is Su Ama?"

"Young Master..." Qian Shan didn't dare to say anything, and smiled flatteringly at him.

"When my parents passed away, the third child was still young, and my elder brother was busy with work. I often came home late from school, so I asked Grandma Su to take care of his daily life." Feng Qisong answered him, "Although Grandma Su is called Grandma Nanny, she is actually just a widowed woman in her early 30s. She worked in the Feng family for several years, and when the third eldest child was born, she voluntarily resigned from her job and went to join relatives outside the city."

"Third Lord..." Qian Shan's voice dropped.

Feng Qisong's expression was as usual: "Continue to investigate, if there is any new situation, remember to let me know in time."

Qian Shan left at the sound, and Bai Hemian moved up behind Second Brother Feng: "Brother."

When he called "Brother", his tone was sweet and soft, unlike Feng Laosan, he called "Brother" with affection.

"What do you want to ask?" Feng Qisong was so soft-hearted that he wanted to hug Young Master Bai on his lap and kiss him.

Bai Hemian just smiled: "There's me." After speaking, he turned his head and ran away.

Feng Qisong stood in a daze for a while, and after a while, he sighed silently.Young Master Bai was clever, and he could hear the clues from a few words. He knew that Feng Qisong and Feng Wobai might have a conflict, so he expressed his position implicitly.

"It's enough to have you." Feng Qisong said to himself, "With you, what else do I need?"

There were other sounds from outside the open window.

Feng Qisong restrained his emotions, sat in front of the desk, and said lightly: "Speak."

"Second master, we have received an order for the third master to suppress the bandits."

"As expected."

"Chen Beidou intends to invite the young master to visit the Chen family."

"Ah."

"By the way, there is another letter..."

"There's still a letter?" Feng Qi slightly paused with his sleeves rolled up.

The person outside said hesitantly, "It's a letter."

"let me see."

There was a rolled up note on Feng Qisong's desk. He picked it up and smoothed it out. There were only four words on it: "Don't go, don't come."

"Mo Qu" probably meant that the third master should not be allowed to suppress the bandits, while "Mo Lai" meant that Bai Hemian should not come to the Chen family.

The handwriting is scribbled and the strokes are blurred. I don't know whether it is intentional or I am not good at handwriting.

Feng Qisong turned the note over and read it several times, then rolled it up again, and stuffed it into his pocket.No matter who sends the news, don't believe it all, and don't believe it.

After doing all this, Feng Qisong continued to sit at the table for a while, listening to Bai Hemian asking the servants what to eat for dinner in the courtyard, and remembering what he had sworn just now, couldn't help raising his left hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"What a regular customer." Feng Erye smiled wryly at his palm, "The ghost lingers on."