Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Duan Xingye was aggrieved, "Four uncle, I also want to learn more about the genius doctor Bai."

Where does he talk too much? He usually talks so much, and he never sees his uncle say that.

Bai Chuwei was more tolerant of this dying silly white sweet cannon fodder male partner, and smiled and said: "We are at the same table. You don't need to call me the genius doctor Bai, just call me by name."

Duan Xingye didn't mean to decline at all, and opened his mouth and said: "Weiwei!"

Duan Feihan's eyes went dark.

Bai Chuwei: "..." He can really climb up the pole.

Vivi? Everyone was trembling and calling her ancestor respectfully. Who would dare to call her by name?

I remember that many years ago, there was a person who called her Weiwei heart-stirringly, but she never stopped.

Bai Chuwei's heart suddenly twitched, and the faint aura of the man beside her penetrated into her nose. Bai Chuwei felt that she was alive again. Sucking a little bit of spiritual energy from him is far more effective than eating a bunch of bitter elixir!

Duan Feihan had a full view of Bai Chuwei's expression just now, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Miss Bai?"

Bai Chuwei had weird eyes. Did Feihan see her heart hurt during this period?

Tang Seng Rou, well-deserved, is really sensitive to the outside world.

Bai Chuwei shook her head, turned her head and looked out the window, and her silk-like ink hair gently swept Duan Feihan's broad shoulders.

The Duan’s house is located in the mountains and forests in the south of Haicheng City. It has retro Chinese-style buildings, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and its construction level has reached the top of classical garden art.

Bai Chuwei's delicate eyebrows gradually frowned, always feeling that this road...somewhat familiar.

She has lived for five thousand years, and there are too many memories in her brain. I wonder if she remembered it wrong?

As the car drove into the courtyard of the Duan's house, there were rockery and water everywhere. Bai Chuwei felt that even if he borrowed from the Duan's house to film costume dramas, he would be fully competent.

When the car stopped, Duan Feihan got off. Just after taking a step with his long legs, he saw Duan Xingye getting out of the passenger seat and very diligently helping Bai Chuwei open the car door and carrying Bai Chuwei's schoolbag.

Duan Feihan's eyes turned dark, and he never knew that his nephew would be so passionate about girls.

Before Bai Chuwei was invited into Duan's house, a beautiful figure walked out quickly. The girl wore the uniform of Henghua No. 1 Middle School, a white shirt and a plaid skirt. The exposed long legs were white and thin, like a campus goddess. Pure wind.

The heroine of this article, Tong Qingyan.

As a sweet and sweet book, good looks and family background must be the standard for the heroine. Tong Qingyan was a little princess born with a golden spoon since she was a child. At this time, she was secretly in love with the fourth master of the Duan family.

Oh, the future villain next to her.

Tong Qingyan looked inquisitively at Bai Chuwei, who was standing in the middle of Duan Feihan's starfield, her face that had always been proud could not find the slightest sense of superiority in front of Bai Chuwei, and her temperament was even more incomparable.

You must know that Duan Feihan never carried girls in his private car, and she had never been in the car, but she had just clearly seen that this girl got off Duan Feihan's car!

Tong Qingyan was a little nervous, but with a smile on her face as usual: "Four Lord, Hoshino, you just go home? I'm here to visit the old man and I'm about to go home."

Duan Feihan's expression was faint, and he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Tong Qingyan was disappointed in her heart, knowing that Duan Feihan had never given her a good face, and there had been contacts but it was because her aunt was about to marry into Duan's family.

Tong Qingyan's eyes fell on Bai Chuwei, as if unconsciously asked: "I don't know who this lady is?"