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Chapter 27 Female Supporting No Climbing Bed 27
Wu Shuang dare not keep Cao Dada's literary talents for himself.

Wang Zefeng said regretfully, "I don't know where this Mr. Cao is.

If you can talk about history with him, you will definitely benefit a lot. "

Wushuang smiled, that's impossible, you two are not in the same time and space.

"Your Excellency came to look for your subordinates today, but is there something wrong?"

Wang Zefeng looked at Wushuang who looked at him with pure eyes, and sighed with a bitter expression.

"I came to you because you haven't been to the yamen properly for several days.

I know you are avoiding me, you don't have to do this, you don't like me, I won't harass you in the future. "

Wushuang let out a bewildered cry, since when did she avoid Wang Zefeng?

But seeing Wang Zefeng's expression, Wushuang thought about it.

It seemed that she went to the yamen to do some work these days, and every time she saw Wang Zefeng, the other party wanted to say something to her.

It's just that Wushuang was so full of fancy clothes that she didn't notice Wang Zefeng's emotions at all.

She patted her forehead and said helplessly, "My lord, you think too much, I didn't hide from you."

Seeing Wang Zefeng's expression of disbelief, Wushuang said directly: "Why don't you come with me to see what I've been up to these days."

Wang Zefeng dubiously followed behind Wushuang, and was led by Wushuang to the study.

His heart was sour and sweet, and the sour thing was that he suspected that Wushuang was perfunctory her.

The sweet thing is that Ruo Wushuang really came and went in a hurry these two days because he was too busy, not to hide from himself, but does that mean that he also has some hope.

Wushuang's study has been in a mess these past few days, and there are drawings everywhere that she discarded halfway through.

She didn't feel it when she was inside all the time before, but now that she brought someone here, she realized that there was no room for her to step through the door.

Isn't it inappropriate for a girl's house to be seen in such a mess by a man who has a crush on her?

Wushuang regretted bringing Wang Zefeng to her study, and touched her nose to ease the embarrassment.

Embarrassed, he said to Wang Zefeng, "I've been so busy these two days that I didn't clean it up, it's a little messy."

Wang Zefeng waved his hands and bent down to pick up some paper balls that fell on the ground.

Unfolding, the paper balls are painted with renderings of some semi-finished clothes.

Wang Zefeng looked at Wushuang and said, "You are really busy. Judging by the amount of paintings you have made, you are not asleep, are you?"

Wushuang scratched his cheek, thought for a while, and said a little uncertainly: "I should be asleep.

I remember that I fell asleep immediately when I was sleepy, and continued to draw when I woke up. "

Wang Zefeng looked at the desk, where there was a stack of neatly arranged clothes, which were obviously renderings of clothes that had already been drawn.

He waded across the paper balls and scraps, and walked to the desk.

He reached out and picked up the pile of clothes renderings and counted them.

Then he looked at Wushuang and shook the stack of clothes patterns in his hand.

"A total of 94 pictures. You have drawn so many in these few days. Are you sure you have a rest?"

Wu Shuang was very sure at first, but after Wang Zefeng said this, she was not sure.

According to her speed, counting the waste manuscripts, she would not be able to produce so many pictures in the past few days.

Can draw so much, unless she unconsciously stays up late.

Wushuang rubbed her forehead, she didn't say it or felt it, but she suddenly felt sleepy after being told.

And the drowsiness was so fierce that she wished she could lie down and fall asleep immediately.

As soon as this feeling appeared, Wushuang knew that she really stayed up late.

It's just that she was so focused on doing one thing before that she didn't notice it.

Because I slept in the middle, I thought I slept enough.

Seeing Wushuang's misty eyes for a moment, Wang Zefeng suddenly lost all complicated and lost thoughts, only distressed.

"You, you don't want to die when you work, and you should be careful of your health if you survive like this.

Look at how sleepy you are, go to sleep now, don't stay here any longer. "

Resisting the desire to yawn, Wushuang insisted, "Then I'll see you off."

Wang Zefeng pressed Wushuang, who was about to send him off, and said, "No, I'll just go by myself.

Go to bed quickly, staying up late for too long will hurt your body. "

After telling Wang Zefeng to leave happily, Wushuang was so sleepy that he didn't insist on sending him off.

As soon as Wang Zefeng left, she turned into the small room in the study, where there was a beauty couch.

During this period of time, Wushuang rested on this beauty couch. Although it was a little small, it was enough.

With a big yawn, Wushuang threw herself on the beauty couch.

He pulled the quilt aside and covered it, and fell asleep in the next moment.

This time Wushuang slept for a full day and night.

When she woke up, it was already the next morning.

She sat up refreshed, got off the beauty bed, and walked outside.

The study outside has been cleaned.

All the manuscripts, half of which were discarded by Wushuang, were neatly organized and placed aside.

Wushuang didn't think much about it. Her mother, Mrs. Bo, must have cleaned up the house.

Wushuang was about to go out to have a look, but as soon as he went out, he was hit on the leg by a round-headed little guy.

When Wushuang lowered her head, she saw the chubby little tiger hugging her thigh.

Seeing Wushuang looking at it, he yelled at her childishly.

Wushuang bent down and picked up the cub, shaking it in his arms.

He kissed it on the hairy head again, and said: "You little guy, this fat one is too fast.

You said that you are only a little old, but you are too heavy to hug you. "

Just as he was talking, he heard Bo's voice calling the little tiger in the distance.

"Fatty, where did you hide? Come out quickly, don't disturb your little master."

Soon Bai saw Wushuang who was holding the cub, and immediately walked over.

Looking at the little tiger in Wushuang's arms, he reached out his hand helplessly and nodded the little tiger's head.

"You, I told you not to run around, and finally woke up your little master."

Wushuang rubbed its hairy head and said: "It didn't wake me up, I woke up by myself.

Mom, did you name it?Called fat? "

Bai Shi let out a cheer and said, "That's not a name, I just call it casually because it looks fat.

This little guy is a tiger after all, so he deserves a nicer name, I'm still waiting for you to give it a name. "

Wushuang had thought about the name of this little tiger a long time ago, but he hadn't made up his mind.

She thought for a while and said: "This little guy lost his mother not long after he was born, and he almost became someone else's dinner.

Although I raise it to protect my family, I also hope that it will be safe for the rest of its life, so let's call it safe. "

"Safety."

Bai Shi read a sentence and found it very easy to pronounce.

Looking at the little tiger still acting coquettishly in Wushuang's arms, Mrs. Bai patted its head.

"Xiao Ping An, you have a name. Your little master named it Ping An for you."

Ping An seemed to understand that these two characters were his own name.

As soon as Bai Shi called out, it looked at Bai Shi, and gave a childish howl, as if to respond.

Wushuang also yelled, and Pingan tilted his head to look at Wushuang, and also groaned.

(End of this chapter)