Evil Prime Minister, please don't tease!

Chapter 177 The Fool
"OK then!"

Jun Moran looked at Qin Fengmian, then at Xia Ying Weixue, hesitated a little, and finally compromised: "Then I will help you back to your room first."

Qin Fengmian nodded slowly, and got up immediately.

After Jun Moran helped Qin Fengmian back to the room, he withdrew and sat alone under the wisteria trellis where Qin Fengmian was lying down just now.

Unknowingly, bits and pieces of what happened between the two of them once appeared in my mind!

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"Little Mianer, come and see, what have I done for you?"

At dusk on the western mountain, only half of the setting sun is left, hanging in the mid-air, and the orange-red glow reflects the entire mountain.

Qin Fengmian took Jun Moran to the small courtyard where he lived with a mysterious expression.

As soon as you walk into the yard, you can smell the fragrance of flowers all over the garden. Jun Moran slowly opened the eyes that Feng Mian had made her close before, and saw a swing-style wicker chair placed under the wisteria trellis full of tiny flowers. .

The rattan chair swayed gently with the wind, shaking off countless petals, dancing around the rattan chair like butterflies.

Jun Moran couldn't help but be stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of him. After being stunned for a moment, he jumped forward happily and said, "Wow, it's a swing, what a beautiful swing!"

"How about it, I prepared this specially for you, do you like it?" Qin Fengmian looked at the smile on her face that was more brilliant than the flowers*** rays, and couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of her lips.

There was a pampering and contented smile on his face.

"I like it, I like it so much!"

The swing is so beautiful, it can be seen that the person who made it must have spent a lot of effort.

While Jun Moran was overjoyed, he suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help looking at Qin Fengmian suspiciously: "It's just, did you really do this?"

The swing in front of him is much taller than his people, even if it is just to hang the swing, it must take a lot of effort.

Furthermore, the wicker chair is so heavy, and Feng Mian's physique has always been weak. Although he has practiced martial arts since childhood, he still looks weak. If you want her to believe that he really built the swing, to be honest , it's really that difficult.

Qin Fengmian scratched his head, a trace of shyness appeared on his white face and said: "Actually, I asked Zuo Si and Zuo Nian to help me do it together. Originally, I wanted to do it by myself, but I was worried that I would What you do by yourself may not be firm and will cause you to fall, so I asked them for help, you...you won't blame me, right?"

Hearing the words, Jun Moran couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, and smiled, "Fool Fengmian, I didn't say you can't ask others for help, it doesn't matter who did it, the important thing is, this is what you want to give me Yes, I want to thank you before it's too late, how can I blame you? Come here, come here quickly, let's play together!"

"it is good!"

The two sat on the rattan chair one after another, shaking gently, accompanied by the comfortable breeze and the pleasant fragrance of flowers, the laughter of the two children kept echoing under the wisteria trellis.

That year, Jun Moran was seven years old, and Qin Fengmian was ten.

Suddenly the picture changed, and it was still the two of them, still sitting on the wicker chair under the wisteria flower trellis, but the two little people who were not as tall as the flower trellis had grown into a pair of slim, handsome men and beautiful women .

The young girl with exquisite rings was reclining under the flower stand basking in the sun in a disorderly and shapeless manner, while the young man was dressed in white, leaning quietly on a corner of the flower stand, quietly flipping through the books in his hands.

(End of this chapter)