Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Duan Feihan: "..."

He is not interested in worshiping the big brother.

Duan Feihan stretched out his hand to rub her delicate and non-marking face, and watched the flying feather blanket flying around in the sky above Haicheng, frowning.

I can't continue, I can't let the drunk Bai Chuwei just sleep on this, and I don't know if she will catch a cold.

Duan Feihan put his hands on the feather blanket and whispered: "Do you understand human words? Do you know when you go home?"

Duan Feihan didn't know if this flying spirit tool understood what he said, flying randomly in the night sky.

He lowered his eyes and looked down. After hiding his fear of heights, he found that the path below was very familiar to him...

The blanket flew over the large lawn in the Chinese-style garden villa of Duan's family at a very fast speed and stopped.

Duan Feihan was speechless for a while, and he didn't know if Bai Chuwei's flying feather blanket drank fake wine and asked it to send her Bai Chuwei home. How did he fly to his house?

Duan Feihan jumped down from the Feiyu blanket, gently stretched out his hand to hug Bai Chuwei in his arms, hugged him and walked towards his courtyard.

Duan Feihan Xijing, and usually does not allow servants to enter and leave his living room without authorization, so when he returned to his room with Bai Chuwei, no one seemed to notice.

He lifted the gray air-conditioning quilt with one hand and put her in the bed.

Duan Feihan turned his head and saw that the Feiyu blanket had been rolled up on the sofa.

It's really a very spiritual flying weapon, except for a little incomprehensible.

Duan Feihan sat by the bed, watching Bai Chuwei drunk in a mess, her beautiful face was still red.

Duan Feihan regretted it. How did Bai Chuwei know that there were peach trees in his Nancheng Manor?

What kind of stuffed peach blossom drunk makes myself drunk.

He lowered his head and sniffed, and he seemed to be stained with Bai Chuwei's alcohol.

Duan Feihan got up and walked into the locker room, took off his smoky-gray suit, and put on a clean and refreshing housewear.

When he went out again, Bai Chuwei slept on his bed and fell asleep in a different position, with her back facing him showing long hair.

The Chinese-style garden villas of the Duan's family are a bit like the ancient houses of a big family, except for the main kitchen, each courtyard has its own small kitchen.

Duan Feihan took the mobile phone and walked into the small kitchen, cooking wine and tea according to Du Niang's method, and the soup boiled in the small milk pot.

The courtyard is quiet, and the night breeze brings a touch of alcohol.

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Duan Xingye was full of anger and walked out of the hall with a hand shake. He was really disgusted.

Otherwise, at this time, he could recite a hundred words, but now he only recites fifty!

Just now his father Duan Xiuhao actually brought Xu Xingchen back...

His father said, "You and Xingchen are brothers anyway, you see your brother coming home? This is what you look like? Did you feed the dogs what you taught you before?"

Duan Xingye exploded as soon as he heard it, and he cursed: "Before, only my grandfather, my mother, and my uncle taught me, you dad never taught me!" Throwing away the vocabulary book and ran out of the hall.

Duan Xingye was so angry that his stomach hurts, his lungs hurt, everything hurts!

Duan Xingye was about to go back to his room and write a math test paper to calm down, and suddenly his eyebrows were raised. He saw that the courtyard room of his uncle seemed to be lit...

Did his uncle go home?

Thinking about this, Duan Xingye decided to postpone his plan to write a math test paper for half an hour and walked towards Duan Feihan’s bedroom...