Planning to marry the third master

"The eighteenth bride is a thirty-year-old man, and the second man of the Fuji family is facing Xinghua. The mandarin ducks sleep in bed for two nights, and they come every three to five." The maid Shuangxi was reading the newly published storybook, and couldn't help but said: "Girl, your storybook is getting more and more... Then What..." Even her maid was ashamed to speak.

Feng Zhuohua's hand holding the pen paused, and she raised her eyes. Just one look at her smart eyes can make people lose their consciousness, not to mention her fair and pretty face, coupled with her beautiful facial features. It is no exaggeration to say that the country is beautiful and fragrant. The graceful temperament of the whole body exudes the aroma of books, which is very comfortable to look at, which is rare in the world.

She spoke leisurely, her voice was like that of an oriole, soft yet delicate, delicate yet gentle. Anyone who heard her would first feel that she was a well-behaved, clever and timid woman. It was completely unimaginable that those words of tiger and wolf just now would be written by a weak girl, and said: "What's wrong? Do you have any objections?"

Shuangxi shook his head: "I have no objection, I'm just curious. This poem is too explicit. Why are there so many people rushing to buy it?"

Feng Zhuohua lowered his head: "You don't understand this. There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. What I am writing about is Yan Ruyu."

Where is Yan Ruyu? She must be burning with desire. The back part was even more explicit, so erotic, so ecstasy... Oh my god! Shuangxi shook his head, the young lady had obviously never experienced anything, and seemed to understand everything. What's even more incredible is that no one reads the script that the young lady writes in a straight line, but there are so many people who are rushing to get her new ways.

Shuangxi asked again: "Miss, why did you write Erlang again? Why didn't you write Sanlang?"

Feng Zhuohua looked out the window and saw the person he sometimes called his second uncle in the courtyard. He is just an unrelated second uncle. He comes to this courtyard from time to time to chat with us cousins ​​and nieces who are fostered in the Xie Mansion. He writes four big characters on his face, "I come to have fun." The subject matter is right in front of me. Bai BuZhao said calmly: "Erlang has no merits but a sincere heart. He gave it to one, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight girls."

Shuangxi knew who he was talking about. He looked out the window and stretched out his hand to take advantage of Uncle Xie and said, "Sanlang is better looking, talented and good-looking. He controls a huge family fortune and is the only man in power in the Jinling family who is single. He should be better written." .”

Feng Zhuohua shook his head, imagined it and asked, "Are you willing to call me Third Master?"

Shuangxi shook his head repeatedly, "I don't dare to think about it."

"I don't dare to think about it, or are I afraid of death? If you are like this, you will be slapped to death as soon as you come near, and you will be told to pull him to feed the dog."

Shuangxi nodded repeatedly: "Miss, you are right. The third master's dog park is too scary. All the dogs he keeps are like wolves."

"you've been to?"

"I don't dare, I only heard people say it."

Feng Zhuohua shook his head and continued writing.

Just after writing two words, Shuangxi said: "Second Master has come to our house."

Feng Zhuohua immediately put down his pen and said: "Old rules."

Shuangxi nodded: "I know this."

Feng Zhuohua ran to the bed and hid under the quilt, wrapping her tightly.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Shuangxi went to open the door, but it was only half open, which was obvious. Curts down and salutes: "I have met the second master."

Xie Yunhao said: "Huahua is not healed yet?"

Listen, speaking is full of frivolity.

Shuangxi responded: "Yes, Second Master, the lady just fell asleep after taking the medicine."

"Tsk, why does she get sick so often?"

Shuangxi: "I was born weak, and our lady doesn't want to be like this."

Xie Yunhao said: "That's all, I'll come see her another day."

Shuangxi Fushen: "Yes, Shuangxi must tell the young lady that the second master has been here."

"Ah."

As soon as Xie Yunhao left, the door was closed.

This house is always closed, and we don't play with the sisters outside. They are all foster care. No one is nobler than the other, so there is no need to agree with them if you don't like them.

Feng Zhuohua stood up, straightened his elegant clothes, and continued writing his storybook.