Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 199 I am lucky to have you
Seeing Ye Yunshen's appearance, Feng Qingyan felt a little embarrassed, so she stretched out her hand to push him away, and then jumped off the table.

"Slow down." Ye Yunshen stretched out his hand to catch her worriedly, then took advantage of the situation and hugged her tightly, cursing softly, "It's really dishonest."

"Put me down." Feng Qingyan looked up at him, feeling that she was being hugged by him, her feet couldn't touch the ground, and suddenly she felt a feeling of short legs...

Compared with Ye Yunshen, her body is still very small.

"It's better for me to hold you. It's cold in the night. I'm afraid you will catch cold again."

Ye Yunshen put on a good-for-you tone, then took her for granted and sat down on a chair beside her, and buried her cold little hands in his arms.

Feng Qingyan's body was cold, and her hands seemed to be cold all the time, and it seemed that she couldn't warm them up no matter what.

Being hugged by him all the time, it's not that Feng Qingyan didn't think about running, but she hasn't run two steps——

"return."

He carried it back like a chicken.

"Run again, and I'll tie you up!"

"..."

So, Feng Qingyan compromised, thinking that there was no need for her to fight with him over this matter, and she was used to it, wasn't she?

Afterwards, she told Ye Yunshen about her previous events, including the fight with the man in black, and the sudden arrival at Langshan.

Ye Yunshen also guessed that it should be a teleportation talisman. Originally, the man in black should have wanted to leave by himself, but because she had come into contact with the man in black, she was sent away together by accident.

Yingfeng brought the boiled ginger soup, and Ye Yunshen fed it to her spoonful by spoonful. When she tasted it, there was a hint of sweetness mixed with spiciness.

In the following time, Feng Qingyan had a lot of conversations with Ye Yunshen, telling him all the funny things she had seen in the past few days.

Standing in the yard, Yingfeng could hear their laughter from far away, feeling a little hurt in his heart.

He is a shadow guard with feelings.

……

As the night gradually deepened, Feng Qingyan fell asleep leaning against Ye Yunshen's arms, her breath was long and long, her quiet appearance was not like the agility and cunning in the daytime, her whole person seemed to have relaxed.

It was only when she was asleep that Ye Yunshen felt that even the silence in this world was so beautiful.

He hugged her on the bed, reached out and grabbed the thin quilt beside the bed to cover her, and kissed her gently on the forehead.

He sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to gently brush the broken hair on her forehead, looked at her sleeping face, and smiled contentedly and softly at the corner of his mouth.

Yan'er, I am lucky to have you.

……

The next day, the sky was fine, and the streets were bustling with pedestrians.

"Have you heard that Master Xie's family offended Master Jiang's family yesterday and was forced to run away from home?"

"Hey, I saw it when I went back to the city yesterday evening. Master Xie ran out."

"The Xie family has been getting worse year after year."

With a few sighs, several passers-by on the street kept discussing.

At this time, at the gate of Baichuan City, many outsiders entered the city. They were either together or alone. Compared with ordinary people, they had an unusual aura.

Afterwards, another group of people entered the city. There were about seven or eight of them. They were wearing ordinary uniforms and holding swords in their hands. They walked neatly and rigorously. It seemed that they had undergone special training. Seriously.

After they entered the city, they walked directly through the street crowded with pedestrians, entered an alley, pushed open the door of a family, and walked in one after another.

In the yard of that family, someone was already waiting for them, as if they had known about their arrival for a long time.

The leader of this group of people is a rather fairy-like man, dressed in white, about thirty years old, with slightly cloudy eyes.

He took a step forward and bowed his hands politely: "Young Master Fu."

"Master." The others behind him bowed and saluted, all respectful.

(End of this chapter)