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"Here we are, young master."

TingYang buttoned the door of the sedan chair and was about to lift the cloth on the door. The court yuan came out of it.

Ting Yang almost ran into him face to face.

Tingyuan hugged the bookcase, lowered his head and rushed to the front door of the house.

Tingyuan's whole face is red. His skin is white. If he is a little red, he can see clearly.

"What is this for?" TingYang shook his head helplessly, bent down to lift the curtain of the sedan chair and let Yanhuai come out.

Yan Huai holds the folding fan to block the curtain. After coming out, he stands in place and pats his clothes.

"Where is Tingyuan?" Yan Huai goes to the gate and asks TingYang.

Just now, he came out of the box with a red face

Yanhuai stepped into the threshold and went straight to the North Garden.

Tingyuan ran back to Beiyuan with his bookcase in his arms all the way. He almost fell when he crossed the peach blossom forest.

Yan Huai walks very fast. To be sure, he doesn't need to speed up his pace because he can move in the air.

TingYang followed him, watching his feet suddenly jump up small pieces of fog, and then toward the direction of the North Garden quickly.

TingYang also thought that Yanhuai and Tingyuan had something to do in the sedan chair, so he quickly followed up.

When they came out of the peach blossom forest, they saw Tingyuan running into his own room with a bookcase.

The door was quickly closed, and Tingyuan put the bookcase on the table and threw himself into the quilt to cover his head.

Yan Huai almost instantly moved to the door of the court yuan.

He opened the door and went in and raised his hand to block TingYang who was going to follow him.

"Don't come in." Yan Huai closed the door with a wave of his sleeve.

Tingyuan's head was stuffed in the quilt and filled with quails. Hearing the movement of the door, he immediately put off his shoes and got into the quilt.

Yan Huai came over and looked at the Yellow corner of his clothes which was exposed outside the quilt. He deliberately lightened his steps and grasped the clothes of the court yuan.

"Ah Court yuan was Yanhuai stripped from the quilt, hands desperately covered his face.

Yanhuai threw the quilt to the end of the bed, lifted the clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed, blocking between the court yuan and the quilt.

"My father-in-law..." Court yuan scared stuttering, straight to the head of the bed, "you, you, what do you want to do?"

Yan Huai arranged the clothes on his legs, "I don't do anything, just come and sit down."

Court yuan shrinks at the head of the bed. After waiting for a while, he doesn't hear anything from Yanhuai. He secretly opens his fingers and looks at Yan Huai carefully.

However, the moment the finger seam opened, he and Yan Huai on the eye.

Yan Huai did not know when he moved to him, so he sat in front of him and looked at him.

"Ah Tingyuan shouts and covers his face again.

Yanhuai chuckled and opened his hands. With a little effort, he put his hands back on his back waist.

"Your face is red." Yan Huai approached him, "what's the matter? I just said a word, do you? Are you so thin skinned? "

Tingyuan's whole face was red, and his big eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry.

Yanhuai could control two hands of Tingyuan with one hand. He sat forward, almost sticking to Tingyuan's face, and said, "I just said two words. Are you so shy that you want to hide in the quilt? Then if I ask you to warm my bed in the future, don't you have to get under the bed with shame? "