A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Under the osmanthus tree, the white clothes are like snow, and the beloved is like jade.

Shu Ange waved Luluo and the others to stop, looking at the person under the tree from a distance.

The person in the picture? The fairy in the painting?

Feng Yunyu's graceful gestures are like a light ink landscape painting, and Shu Ange has to admit that some people are born differently.

"Miss Dongfang, you are not cured, you should not go out."

Feng Yunyu put down the wine glass and tilted his head slightly in the direction of Shu Ange. The sunlight poured down from the cassia branches and leaves. He was bathed in the sunlight, as elegant as an exiled immortal.

"Push me over there."

Luluo and a few people have long been shocked by Feng Yunyu's elegance, for fear of abruptly offending this legendary genius doctor.

After pushing Shu Ange over, several maids withdrew understandingly.

When they were seven or eight years old, they started to be maids beside the young lady. As long as Dongfang Chuqing gave her a look, they would know what she meant.

Since the Phoenix God Doctor came to the mansion, the young lady was much more cheerful than before, and she often mentioned Phoenix God Doctor in front of them.

A few smart and beautiful girls have long guessed the thoughts of their young lady, so they silently fulfilled.

But the young lady hasn't left the cabinet yet. If it is spread out, it will inevitably hurt her reputation, so Luluo and the others have been careful to hide it.

Even if the young lady doesn't need to speak, they will stay outside, so as not to be seen by other people, and there will be bad news.

Shu Ange's wheelchair was opposite Feng Yunyu, and there was a slight smile on his lips, like a clear spring.

"Can Mr. Feng have a drink?"

She put her hands on her knees and asked softly, for some reason, when facing Feng Yunyu, Shu Ange would always subconsciously calm down.

Perhaps this is the unique charm of Feng Yunyu. He has the unique compassion and compassion of doctors, which makes people respect.

Feng Yunyu put down the wine glass in his hand and smiled towards Shu Ange: "Thank you Miss Dongfang for your concern, just a few glasses of sake, it's fine. Cassia, add another pair of bowls and chopsticks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cassia did not know where to answer the order, and after a while, he brought new bowls, chopsticks, cups, and a small jug.

Blue and white porcelain bowls, pale blue bamboo chopsticks, and exquisite white jade cups.

Singer Shu An stretched out her slender, pale fingers, rubbing the edge of the cup, without rushing to pick up the chopsticks.

The finely broken sweet-scented osmanthus fluttered in the wind, and just landed on a plate of crystal clear desserts, and the sporadic flowers were very beautiful.

Shu Ange picked up the chopsticks, clipped the flower petals on it, and then raised his hand to put a piece of dessert on Feng Yunyu's plate.

"Drinking on an empty stomach hurts the body, Mr. Feng might as well have a snack."

This is what Hongying is best at doing, and Shu Ange recognizes it at a glance. Feng Yunyu is also willing to eat snacks from Ruyan Xiaozhu, and she is happy.

Although, Feng Yunyu may have no other meaning.

"thanks."

Feng Yunyu has always been indifferent, even if his eyes cannot see, he is not suitable for disrespect in front of people.

Appreciating a beautiful man eating is a kind of enjoyment. Shu Ange didn't want to stare at Feng Yunyu all the time, he could only watch him nibble on his snacks and eat gracefully from the corner of his eye.

Not a single crumb was dropped, and there was no sound at all. Shu Ange looked at the dessert on the table, and suddenly he didn't dare to use his chopsticks.

Shu Ange thinks that he is not a rude person, but he can never be like Feng Yunyu. Even eating snacks can be turned into a performance art.

After eating a piece of dim sum, Feng Yunyu turned her face slightly: "Why did Miss Dongfang not move her chopsticks so late, is it because she has a bad appetite recently?"

Shu Ange's heart suddenly felt, why did she have the illusion that Feng Yunyu was treating her to a doctor.

"Ha ha."

She smiled dryly and picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with chopsticks, but before putting it to her lips, Shu Ange finally asked the question after several hesitations.

(Come and guess, what did An Ge ask, la la la, little readers?)