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It was a past they could not take away or escape.

Bai Hemian froze for a moment, hanging in Feng Qisong's arms in a daze, faint ripples appeared in his eyes.

Feng Qisong's heart softened, and he hugged him even tighter with his drooping eyes: "I'm teasing you."

He hummed twice.

"Isn't it cold?" Feng Qisong changed the subject and walked towards the bed with Bai Hemian in his arms.

His dark blue skirt swayed in the wind, and finally kissed the side of the bed.

"It's not cold." Bai Hemian sniffed, opened his mouth and bit Feng Qisong's neck.

Feng Qisong said silently, "Sorry."

"It's okay." He pretended to be free and easy, "You only ask me because you care about me, right?"

"Yeah." Feng Qisong put Bai Hemian on the bed, and ran his fingers through his soft hair, "Hemian, actually..."

"I'll wear this to Chen's house, okay?" Bai Hemian interrupted Second Brother Feng, and raised his head eagerly.

He didn't dare to listen to what Feng Qisong said next.He was afraid that Second Brother Feng would mention his regular customers, but also afraid that he would not mention it, like a grasshopper covered by a glass cover, jumping around in vain.

But he always hit the glass and ended up with a bloody head.

Bai Hemian's eyelashes trembled crazily. He grabbed Feng Qisong's collar and desperately put his legs around Feng Er Ge's thin waist. His body was sending out a call for help—stop it, please, stop it .

"He Mian." Feng Qisong kissed his eyebrows, "It's fine."

What you like has always been me.

But Bai Hemian has no time to distinguish what kind of signal Feng Qisong's expression is sending. He is confused, under the loose neckline, layers of fabrics overlap with peony flower tattoos, in the dim light, it is so beautiful square things.

"It's okay." Feng Qisong sighed softly, "He Mian, it's okay."

Bai Hemian continued to hum.

When Young Master Bai had finished humming enough, and his body was warmed up in Feng Qisong's arms, he climbed onto the quilt and sat down, his bare instep slipped by the side of Second Master Feng's hand, repeating the old story: "Second Master Feng Brother, is it appropriate for me to wear a cheongsam to the Chen family?"

"Inappropriate." Feng Qisong refused.

Bai Hemian smiled and tilted her head, lowered her voice, "Oh."

Feng Qisong had a headache: "Don't make trouble."

"I think it's appropriate." He ignored it and said, "I am your husband's wife, the former oiran."

"...my husband was an inhumane cripple before his death, so what Chen Beidou wanted to see was a Bai Hemian who couldn't stand loneliness." Young Master Bai turned over and lay on the bed with his legs crossed, "Can't stand loneliness... ... Only then can there be articles to do."

As for what to write, Bai Hemian didn't know what to do. He just didn't want Chen Beidou to underestimate the Feng family, so he gritted his teeth and went.

Feng Qisong's expression moved slightly, and he didn't say any more words of rejection.

What Young Master Bai is about to do cannot be stopped.

Feng Qisong helped him fasten the buttons on his collar again, and simply changed the subject: "I just received a telegram that the boss wants the third son to suppress the bandits."

"When did it happen?" Bai Hemian was taken aback.

"Just a few minutes ago." After the button was fastened, Feng Qisong did not withdraw his hand, but put his palm on the side of his neck, "Do the old trick again, just like when the elder brother passed away."

The same indifference, but also the same kind of obstacles, trying to turn Feng Wobai into the second second master Feng with crippled legs.

"But you want to disobey the order?" Bai Hemian naturally thought of this.

"No." Feng Qisong shook his head.

"So what?" he asked eagerly.

Feng Qisong pursed his lips and looked at him.

It was as if cold water had been poured on his head, and his limbs were chilling: "You want to replace the third master to suppress the bandits?"

He was in a hurry: "Second brother Feng, you can't leave me, besides, everyone thinks you are dead, you..."

"My third brother and I are blood brothers, we look alike, if we go to suppress the bandits, at least the bandits won't be able to tell the difference." Feng Qisong explained patiently, "Besides, if I don't go, who else can go? What is the third child like?" It's not like you don't know the virtues."

"I'm not afraid that he will die, but I'm afraid that he will take the troops I trained to die."

"Then you can't send yourself to your death!" Bai Hemian tightly wrapped his arms around Feng Qisong's neck, saying without hesitation, "I don't want you to be a widow!"

As soon as the words fell, the buttocks were slapped lightly: "Speak carefully."

Feng Qisong said with a smile in his voice, "Don't curse me."

Bai Hemian gasped, "How could I be willing to curse you?"

"...I wish I could curse myself!"

After he finished speaking, he asked again: "When and how long?"

"It's not decided yet, it's just a matter of next month." Feng Qisong rubbed the back of Young Master Bai's head, feeling that he was much more obedient than when he first entered Feng's house, and he felt reluctant, "Don't worry, This is not the first time I have suppressed bandits, I went, it must be that the horse bandits are afraid of me."

Bai Hemian couldn't hold back a laugh, but the corners of her mouth drooped back quickly.

"It's better to care about yourself." Feng Qisong pinched the tip of his nose and changed the subject, "Chen Beidou's birthday is a matter of these few days, you not only have to think about how to deal with him, but also prepare a decent job. birthday gift."

"I don't care about him." Bai Hemian couldn't help rolling his eyes, lying in Feng Qisong's arms and sneering, "I wish he would die at the birthday banquet, so that we don't have to spend so much effort on him."

"Speak carefully." Feng Qisong reminded him with a good temper.

"Second Brother Feng." Bai Hemian arched into Feng Qisong's arms, and became a lawless young master again, "You obviously want to scold me together, right?"

Feng Qisong answered him with a kiss.

Three days later, Young Master Bai arrived at the Chen family's new house in a car.

Chen Beidou was extremely extravagant, and he was not satisfied with five or six large courtyards, so he learned from Jin's family to build a nondescript western-style building.When Bai Hemian got out of the car, he was wearing a hat and playing golf clumsily.

Young Master Bai was dressed grandly today. He not only refurbished the cheongsam given by Second Brother Feng, but also sewed two circles of white rabbit fur on the cuffs. Brass smoking rod.The thin long pole swayed and swayed with his steps, which was very eye-catching.

Before Bai Hemian went out, Feng Qisong was about to stop him, but when he saw that he was in high spirits, he endured it, and when he was fastening the buttons, he buried his head and bit hard on the peony flower on his collarbone, biting Young Master Bai to the core. The legs were weak, and the peony petals were smeared with bright red before giving up.

"Rare customers, rare customers." When Chen Beidou saw Bai Hemian's car parked, he couldn't wait to throw away his golf clubs, rubbed his hands and came to the door, "Young Master Bai, don't come here without any harm."

Bai Hemian held the small golden hand stove in his hand, and smiled brightly: "Deputy Commander Chen, long time no see."

"It's cold outside, come in quickly." Chen Beidou graciously ordered his servants to replace Bai Hemian's hand stove with new charcoal, his eyes wandered to his legs under the hem of his skirt from time to time, thinking that the young master of the Bai family said, knowing What to wear to a party.

The clothes Chen Beidou gave Bai Hemian were all prepared by his servants. He only knew that they were all cheongsams, but he didn't know the specific style. Touch the face of outsiders.

"Qian Shan, help me get the birthday gift out of the car." Bai Hemian pretended not to notice Chen Beidou's dirty thoughts.

"It's just a small birthday, young master Lao Bai, don't worry." Chen Beidou shook his head with a smile.

"Deputy Commander Chen was joking. Is there any reason for me not to give you a gift for your birthday?" Bai Hemian turned around, pointed at the Maitreya Buddha carried out by Qianshan, and smiled slightly, "I wish you a happy smile and a long life."

"Laughing all the time?" Chen Beidou ordered someone to take over the Buddha statue, and laughed loudly, "Young Master Bai is such a wonderful person, it is really enviable that Feng Laoer can marry you!"

This sentence was overstepped, Bai Hemian didn't answer, he pursed his lips and followed the servants to the mansion, leaving Chen Beidou sneering at Maitreya Buddha alone.

"Master, Young Master Bai doesn't know fun." The servant beside Chen Beidou took the opportunity to say, "Would you like..." He made a dirty gesture.

"No need." Chen Beidou was full of confidence, "If he is willing to wear a cheongsam, he has already done enough gestures, but well...some tricks still need to be used."

After saying that, the corners of his lips curled up again.

"Qianshan, how long do you think Chen Beidou can laugh?" The young master Bai who walked into the mansion also raised the corners of his lips, and meaningfully took off the cigarette stick from his waist and held it between his fingers, beckoning his servants to help him. superior.

Qian Shan stepped forward and lit a match.

Bai Hemian took a puff with his head tilted, and then slowly exhaled the smoke: "I see, he won't be able to laugh much longer."

His confidence comes from Feng Qisong, but when he thinks of Feng Qisong, he feels wronged instantly: "Qianshan, Second Brother Feng is waiting for me at home, right?"

"Waiting."

"I really want to go back now." When Bai Hemian spoke, his tone was still sweet and soft. As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the crowded main hall. The soot was shaken off, and the air of a young master who was so weak was also shaken away.

The living room was full of people, but there was only one round table in the room.

Bai Hemian's appearance was undoubtedly a blockbuster. He landed in the living room with a bang, blowing away everyone's thoughts, but he was critically looking at the tables with only three or four seats left, and Shi Shiran walked over.

The phonograph in the corner hummed foreign songs, and the little young master Bai walked gracefully and gracefully, his brows and eyes full of amorous feelings.

"Excuse me." He tapped the customer standing in front of him with his cigarette stick, raised his head and exhaled, "You're blocking my way."

The man turned his head, was about to get angry, recognized his identity, and moved away embarrassingly.

Bai Hemian held the cigarette stick in his mouth, and walked to the seat next to the first one. He was not in a hurry to sit down, but leaned on the chair with his hands, looked around lazily, enjoying the surprised or inquiring gazes of the guests, and then The moment Chen Beidou walked into the living room, he crossed his legs and sat down frankly.

He is the young master of the Bai family, Feng Qisong's "widow", and there are few people present who are older than him.

Of course there were some who were dissatisfied, Bai Hemian half-closed his eyes, and glanced over, the other party froze and didn't dare to look at him at all.

He is so bright, yet so arrogant, exuding an inaccessible hostility all over his body, he really looks like a "widow" who has a lot of gossip in front of the door.

But in fact, after smoking, Young Master Bai covered his mouth with his furry sleeves, and desperately called Qian Shan: "Look at that man, does he look like Second Brother Feng?"

Qian Shan smiled: "Young master, you are wrong, how could the second master come here?"

That's right, Feng Qisong's death was faked. Wherever he appeared, he would never appear in Chen Beidou's mansion.

"I also know he won't come." Bai Hemian muttered dejectedly, "But I..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly squeezed the handle on the side of the seat.

Chen Beidou held a Western-style birthday banquet, and all the servants were dressed in black suits. Bai Hemian glanced casually, as if he saw the figure he was thinking about.

Brother Feng...is here too?