Live up to Yan [Tianlong]

Wang Yuyan felt helpless as she listened.

I don't know how obsessed Duan Yu is with the statue of her grandma.Even after receiving so many bad faces from his cousin, he still followed him persistently.

Even his retainers couldn't stand it anymore.

Wang Yuyan was a little helpless, just about to send Duan Yu away when she heard her cousin's voice, full of displeasure.

"Mr. Duan, my cousin needs to recuperate from her injuries. When she wakes up, she will naturally pass it on for you."

"Abi" also said with some embarrassment: "Yeah, you've been banging on other girls' doors every day, and it doesn't sound good to say it."

After a long time, Duan Yu's voice sounded, "I just want to see Miss Wang, and I will leave right away after I confirm that she is not injured."

"Master Duan!" Murong Fu's voice was much heavier, with strong dissatisfaction, even Wang Yuyan could imagine what cousin looks like now.

The two eyebrows must have been knit together, the lips were tightly pursed, and there was no smile on his face.

He is angry.

Wang Yuyan felt sweet in her heart, she forgot everything at the moment, but shouted to the outside: "Cousin, Mr. Duan, I'm fine now."

After she said these words, only the door creaked, obviously someone wanted to open the door and come in.A thin gap flashed across the blue skirt, and Wang Yuyan saw a figure blocking the door, and did not forget to use her internal force to close the door again.

Murong Fu's voice was full of obvious anger: "Mr. Duan, what are you doing?"

"I, I..." Duan Yu defended himself: "Miss Wang is already awake, I want to go in and see her."

"Duan Yu!"

Murong Fu was so angry that he even forgot to be polite, but called Duan Yu's name directly, and said to him viciously: "I don't know the customs of Dali, but in Jiangnan, men and women are not allowed to cross the distance. Please, Mr. Duan, know!"

Hearing this, Wang Yuyan's face was full of spring, and she was full of smiles.

Wu Yazi at the side, seeing this scene, rolled his eyes slightly, thinking about it.

He whispered to Wang Yuyan, "Yan'er, return your grandma's portrait to me."

Although Wang Yuyan was surprised by this sudden request, she had no reason to refuse.So she hesitated again and again, and gave the canvas to Wu Yazi.

Although the things are given, the curiosity cannot be stopped.Wang Yuyan.Regardless of the dispute outside the door, he tilted his head and asked Wu Yazi: "Grandpa, what do you want this thing for?"

Wu Yazi looked at the figure on the door and window, and smiled deeply at Wang Yuyan: "Grandfather is upset with that kid Murong Fu, so he has to find a way to make him suffer."

After saying this, he didn't explain further.Instead, he pushed the wheelchair and left the room through the side door.

After Wu Yazi left, Wang Yuyan naturally didn't have to stay in the room anymore.Instead, he looked at A'Zhu with a smile, and went out.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

When Wang Yuyan saw the scene outside, she was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Duan Yu was so persistent.It's all like this, still guarding in front of the door, unwilling to leave.

If it weren't for her heart for her cousin, the sea is dry and the stone is rotten. If it is another woman, even if she is as noble as Mu Wanqing, she will inevitably be moved by him.

It's just that Wang Yuyan didn't know that after she came out of the room, she had been staring at Duan Yu in a daze, and everyone felt that her appearance was unusual.

What's more, what about Murong Fu?

He clenched his back molars tightly, and his bony hands squeezed the fan until it creaked, as if if he tried a little harder, the fan would be turned into powder.

A handsome face was contorted with anger, and in the end he just looked at Duan Yu coldly, and passed between Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu distractedly.

Seeing Murong Fu go away, Wang Yuyan came back to her senses and yelled in her heart that something was wrong.

Cousin must be angry again with his appearance.

She didn't have time to say a word to Duan Yu, she hurriedly chased after him, ran all the way, and then grabbed Murong Fu's sleeve.

"Cousin, wait for me."

The girl's crisp voice was like Ying's cry, but it made Murong Fu even more bored.

He flicked his sleeves, brushed Wang Yuyan's hand away, and said as coldly as iron, "Since you like that Mr. Duan, why did you come to me? It's also because my cousin doesn't know how to be funny, so he stopped him outside the room, which is bad for you, cousin." Marriage!"

These words are sour.

Wang Yuyan naturally knew that he was jealous, and she didn't want to have a rift with Murong Fu, so she could only soften her voice and said sadly, "Cousin, you wronged me!"

She went forward a few more steps, regardless of the defenses of men and women, she directly held Murong Fu's hand.

Strange temperatures collide with each other, and the delicate touch makes people throb.It was like a flame growing, with the momentum of starting a prairie fire, scalding the two of them.

Wang Yuyan's cheeks were flushed, her pink face was full of spring, she said to Murong Fu shyly: "Cousin, how do I treat you, do you really not know?"

Murong Fu also fell silent, his little finger twitched slightly, his fingertips rubbed against his palm, as if he was remembering the warmth.

But he still said indifferently: "I think you have a very good impression of Duan Yu."

But Wang Yuyan smiled and said to him: "I have a very good attitude towards Xiao Daxia."

Murong Fu snorted coldly: "How can Duan Yu and elder brother be compared?"

"I can't, I can't." Wang Yuyan took small steps, stepped forward again, and grabbed Murong Fu's sleeve: "But cousin, whether they are heroes or princes, it doesn't matter to me, it's all the same Yes. Only you, cousin, are different from them and are a special existence."

These words are tantamount to a confession of true feelings, and Murong Fu's depressed mood just now was soothed.He still pursed his lips, and there was no anger in his eyes anymore.

Even, the mind is moving.

He pressed Wang Yuyan's shoulders with both hands, lowered his head to look at her, the breeze blew slowly, blowing his temple hair to Wang Yuyan's face, blurring her delicate face.

Murong Fu looked at it, stretched out his hand, and brushed away the sideburns on Wang Yuyan's face, his fingertips touched her cheek, causing him to unconsciously hold the beauty's cheek with one hand.

Mingming was clamoring crazily in his heart, those rules that start with passion and end with politeness.But now that Murong is back, he is sinking, sinking irresistibly.

His gaze was heavy, and there was only Wang Yuyan's reflection in his sharp eyes.The thumb brushed her cheek lightly, and saw that there seemed to be clouds under the finger, which was so hot and intoxicating.

At this time, Wang Yuyan's heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Is this dreaming?

If it is a dream, then never wake up.

She lightly put her arms around Murong Fu's slender waist, feeling the vigorous vitality under her palms, the heat gushed out from her body, making her dazed and unable to think anymore.

The person in front of me is my cousin whom I have loved for many years...

Wang Yuyan's expression moved slightly, she tiptoed lightly, closed her eyes, like the most devout Buddhist disciple, worshiping her belief.

She raised her head and closed her eyes, waiting for Murong Fu's response.

The atmosphere became more and more charming, and the sound of breathing, which seemed to be there but not, fell on Wang Yuyan's face, which was even more intoxicating than the old wine.