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"What are you talking about, Second Brother Feng?" Bai Hemian lay down by the window at some point, looking into the room with a smile, "Everything is done?"

He went out not only to ask what to eat for dinner, but also to avoid suspicion.

"It's done." Feng Qisong put his hand into his pocket naturally, "What do you want to eat?"

Bai Hemian reported the names of the two dishes, put his hands on the window sill, turned neatly into the bedroom, sat in front of Feng Qisong's table, crossed his legs, and pulled his collar loose: "Second Brother Feng, I have something to do. I still have to confess to you."

Feng Qisong raised one arm and put his finger against his lips: "Wait a minute."

Feng Qisong helped Bai Hemian straighten his collar, and then sat upright in the chair: "Speak."

He twitched uneasily: "Actually, it's nothing..."

Bai Hemian's hesitation made Feng Qisong's heart beat twice uncontrollably, realizing that he was suspicious and might want to ask about a regular customer.

Whether to confess or not depends entirely on how Bai Hemian asks.

Feng Qisong had been waiting for this day for a long time, so long that he was infected by Bai Hemian's uneasiness, and tapped his fingers on the desk uncontrollably.

Tap, tap.

Bai Hemian lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was breathing in.

"Second Brother Feng." He said timidly, with shyness in his eyes.

"It's okay, just ask." Feng Qisong took Bai Hemian's hand and squeezed it encouragingly.

Young Master Bai paused for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Second Brother Feng, you are actually very good on the bed, and you are very comfortable if you don't go in!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the desk and ran away bouncing.

Feng Qisong stared blankly at his palm, and for a moment he really wanted to catch Bai Hemian back and put him on the bed to give him a lesson.

You shouldn't have unrealistic expectations for this young master, Feng Qisong sighed.

As for Bai Hemian who ran out, the smile on his face faded little by little until he walked outside the courtyard and bumped into Qianshan, he couldn't smile at all.

He is afraid.

Bai Hemian bit his lip and was on the verge of falling. He was afraid that the fact that the regular customer was Feng Laosan would become a thorn in his relationship with Feng Erye; he was also afraid that after the matter was revealed, Feng Qisong would never be like this again. treat him.

So Bai Hemian chose to escape the moment he confessed. He timidly folded his arms, leaned against the cold wall, watched Qianshan getting closer and closer, and then brushed past him.

Holding the letter in his hand, Qian Shan was in a hurry, not noticing Bai Hemian's abnormality, and casually persuaded him, "Young master, don't stand in the wind, it's easy to catch a cold when the wind blows too much."

He nodded and moved down the verandah.

The north wind was rarely warm, and Bai Hemian was wearing a big cloak that Feng Qisong specially bought for him. The neckline was trimmed with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur, which just covered the enchanting peony pattern.His hands were tucked into the cuffs, only half of his pink fingernails were exposed, and when the wind blew, he shrunk back in again, really looking a bit like a white rabbit.

If it is true, Bai Hemian feels that there is always a thin line between himself and Feng Qisong.

He raised his head and looked at the gray sky, where several narrow-bodied birds were circling. His mood was extremely depressed, and he felt that the line was a regular visitor from the past.

But what has happened cannot be changed, Bai Hemian can barely offset the guilt in his heart only if he treats Feng Qisong better.

He sat in the courtyard for another quarter of an hour, and then wandered back to the bedroom.

Feng Qisong and Qian Shan had been talking for a long time, and seeing Young Master Bai came back, they naturally took his hand: "Where did you go? Your hands are so cold."

"Just sitting outside." Bai Hemian noticed the invitation card on the desk, and turned his head to look at it, "Who's going to have a wedding?"

"It's not a happy event." Feng Qisong sneered, "It's Chen Beidou's birthday. I invite you to drink."

"Chen Beidou's birthday?" Bai Hemian shivered suddenly when he thought of Chen Beidou's naked eyes in the mourning hall.

Qian Shan muttered to the side, "How long has it been since your son died before he was in the mood to live his life?"

"I remember Mrs. Liang mentioned that she married a new concubine when she was playing cards." Bai Hemian muttered to himself, "Could it be that the new concubine is already pregnant, so he wants to spend his life?"

Feng Qisong smiled but said nothing.

Can't he guess why others can't think of it?

It's nothing more than falling in love with Bai Hemian and wanting to kiss Fangze in the name of celebrating his birthday.Such a despicable trick may not be able to be done by others, but to Chen Beidou, it is really commonplace.

"Are you going?" Feng Qisong asked.

"I'm going." Bai Hemian insisted unexpectedly, "If I don't go, it will be in vain, and Chen Beidou will still have an excuse to attack the Feng family."

"...It's just a birthday banquet. In front of so many people, he can't do anything to me."

"He Mian," Feng Qisong frowned disapprovingly, pulled him into his arms forcefully, and sat on his lap, "Don't mess around."

Feng Qisong is gentle most of the time, but once he touches the bottom line, he will become extraordinarily strong, from his tone to his posture, there is an undeniable aura.

Bai Hemian lowered his eyes, smoothed out the folds of his clothes, and said calmly, "I'm going."

Of course he knew that even if he didn't go, Feng Qisong would have countless ways to solve the crisis of the birthday banquet, but he wanted to relieve Second Brother Feng's worries.

"Besides, don't you still have the Chen family's eyeliner at home? If I don't go, Chen Beidou will definitely become suspicious, and your suspended animation will be meaningless."

Feng Qisong wanted to refuse, but when he met Bai Hemian's pleading gaze, he swallowed it all back.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qisong hugged him strangely, half distressed, half teasing, thinking that he was still thinking about the bed, "Did you really hurt me?"

Bai Hemian nodded fiercely, and muttered softly, "It hurts, Second Brother Feng, it really hurts."

It is distressing.

The matter of Young Master Bai's going to the banquet was finalized, and Qian Shan reluctantly went to Chen's house to answer the question.Half a day later, he brought back a box of clothes with a gloomy face.

"For me?" Bai Hemian kept walking around the box with his hands in his hands.

"That old bastard still wants to give the young master jewelry!" Qian Shan was about to go crazy, "I said our young master was wearing nothing at the funeral, so he just gave up, but this box of clothes can't be pushed away. I'll take it and burn it!"

"Why not?" Bai Hemian struggled to open the box, and saw that the inside was colorful and well-made cheongsams, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, you know that I was an oiran."

"What do you want?" Qian Shan's head grew big in an instant, "Our second master bought you a lot of clothes."

"What do you know?" Bai Hemian was not angry, and stretched out his hand to caress the soft fabric, "Take it back and sell it for money, it's not us who feel distressed!"

Qian Shan choked, and opened his mouth blankly: "Huh?"

"Even if he finds out, we're not afraid. Anyway, the Feng family is in decline. We have no money, so we can only sell our belongings." Bai Hemian pulled off a cheongsam, picked it up and held it up to the light, "You don't need to burn the clothes, the material is good. Let people talk about it, and remake some single clothes and sell them, isn't it better than burning them?"

He calculated carefully: "Qian Shan, I know you have good intentions, but our Feng family has to hide their clumsiness now, you burned the clothes with a fire, making the outside think that we are still as happy as when Second Brother Feng was here, what should we do?"

"Can……"

"Come on, move away and let someone re-cut it." Bai Hemian waved his hand, and easily sent Qian Shan away, and then Feng Qisong grabbed his waist.

"I don't like the clothes he sent." Young Master Bai was so obedient, he turned around and hugged Feng Qisong, and put the relationship aside first, "Second Brother Feng, the clothes you gave me are much better than his."

Feng Qisong stared at him, eyes like two clear springs.

Bai Hemian fell into it and couldn't get out again: "Second Brother Feng, do you want to see me in a cheongsam?"

Once he entered the Feng family's door, he was no longer an oiran, and all the cheongsams were shelved.

Taking his feelings into consideration, Feng Qisong prepared all the new clothes worn by serious young masters, and the rare few cheongsams were all conservative in style.

Bai Hemian doesn't pay much attention to it, in his opinion, it's just a few pieces of clothes, women wear them, and men wear them too.

Feng Qisong didn't say yes or no, Bai Hemian had already run to the closet and turned out the cheongsam.

Excellent Suzhou embroidery, raglan sleeves, and dark red peonies blooming on the dark blue background.

"Second brother Feng, this is a summer style." Bai Hemian returned to the bed with the cheongsam in her arms, took off her coat, moved the stove closer to her, rubbed her hands and thought for a while.

It's not bad to hide under the quilt and show it to Feng Qisong, but it loses the fun and the meaning of wearing a cheongsam.

It's interesting to hold the pipa and half cover the face, but it's boring to cover it completely.

Although Young Master Bai was hesitating, his hands had already reached out to the neckline, and he unbuttoned it neatly, revealing his slender neck.

Feng Qisong's hand followed, stroking him, and also stroking the half-bloomed peony.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Feng Qisong sighed slightly, "It's cold, it's freezing you."

But he smiled and pushed away Second Brother Feng's hand: "I want to wear it for you to see."

What Young Master Bai wanted to do, no one could stop him, he stripped himself naked in the blink of an eye, the time Feng Qisong closed the window, and when he turned around, he was already standing naked by the bed.

With his back facing Feng Qisong, Bai Hemian was slender, like a newborn wheat seedling.He has a slim waist and hips, swaying and swaying, and he has a good figure in a cheongsam.

In a blink of an eye, Bai Hemian had already unbuttoned the front of the cheongsam, stretched his feet in while holding the slit, and then quickly pulled the cheongsam up from bottom to top.His left hand was inserted into the cuff first, and the butterfly bone on his back flapped his wings violently. Before Feng Qisong could clearly see the peony flower on his back, those wings spread out again, and were also covered by the dark blue cloth. up.

Bai Hemian looked back hastily, he had already noticed Second Brother Feng's gaze, and proudly put his right hand into his sleeve: "Brother."

Feng Qisong let out a deep sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Bai Hemian originally wanted to fasten the button on the neckline, but later changed his mind, draped the cheongsam at a slant, walked up to Feng Qisong step by step, and raised his arms.

He hooked Second Brother Feng's neck, leaned over softly and bonelessly, lifted the hem of his skirt, revealing his straight and slender legs, his feet without socks rubbed against Feng Qisong's trousers.

"Brother, do you like it?" Bai He Mian lay next to Feng Qisong's ear, his air was like an orchid.

Feng Qisong's eyes moved slightly, he held his buttocks, and said "I like it".

He smiled contentedly, and as soon as he stretched his legs, he jumped into the arms of Second Brother Feng, his legs wrapped around him like a snake on his body wrapped around a peony.

"Like me?" Feng Qisong asked Bai Hemian in a low voice.

He nodded hastily.

But Feng Qisong asked again: "Compared to the regular customers in the past?"