Kuaishou BGM: This man is difficult to engage

Chapter 85 Duanlang, your cat has become a spirit! (8)

From the age of ten to 15, Ye Han witnessed Duanlang's increase from simply chopping firewood to chopping firewood and carrying water, and even a series of chores that popped up from time to time.

Wen Chouchou has always been unaccustomed to Duanlang, and repeatedly stressing out chores squeezed his spare time as much as possible.But Duanlang became more and more courageous as he got frustrated, and he never slack off even if his martial arts training time was postponed again and again.

Monotonous life is always boring.

Ye Han was staring at the girl in the vanity mirror who was gradually opening up her facial features and meditating, while listening to Kong Ci's incessant words, Master Feng.

"Master Feng was sent by the gang leader to the Qiwang Pavilion to surrender. I don't know when he will come back..."

"A few days ago, Master Feng praised the mandarin ducks I embroidered on the handkerchief, and told me to give it to him after I embroidered it. Xiaohan, do you think Master Feng has other meanings?"

"Master Yun gave me a new wooden carving a few days ago. It is a very exquisite box. I promise that Master Yun will use it to hold the most beloved things. The most beloved things..."

Alas, girls in Huaichun are always full of worries, Kong Ci is a good girl, Ye Han really doesn't want to hurt her, your favorite gentle and gentle Master Feng only regards you as a younger sister!
But it's Bu Jingyun's cold-faced Yan Luo that you should be wary of!
Kong Ci, who finished talking to himself, finally put down his embroidery work, "Xiaohan, why do you like to stare at the mirror all the time recently, it feels weird."

"I used to ask you to add more rouge and gouache, and you thought it was troublesome. Could it be... is it the appearance of a woman who pleases herself?"

Kong Ci smiled infatuatedly, his bright and gentle eyes filled with kindness.

Ye Han pulled the corners of his mouth into a wry smile, and the girl in the mirror also had a bitter look on her face, and her bright eyes and bright teeth were also stained with a trace of haze.

She didn't want to keep staring in the mirror, either.

It is really……

God really likes to make jokes. She used to have no facial features when she was young, so she didn't think it was abnormal, but as she got older in the past year, she found desperately that she became more and more like an important female supporting role who appeared later in TV dramas!

Hit the point!
It is "like", not "is".

She is very clear that her identity is indeed an ordinary maidservant of the Tianxiahui, and she has nothing to do with that—Youruo, the daughter of Lord Xiong!
The only thing to be thankful for is that You Ruo is now under house arrest in a small building in the middle of the lake and cannot be free, so in the Tianxiahui, except Xiongba himself and Wen Chouchou, who has to send some food and food from time to time, no one knows the face of the leader's daughter.

In Kong Ci's eyes, Ye Han's silence seemed to mean tacit consent.

Thinking of the only person Ye Han got close to these years, Kong Ci couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

I am happy because that person is a friend of Young Master Feng, and there is no conflict of interest between the two; I am sad because that person probably has no interest in Ye Han, and Ye Han's affection may not be reciprocated.

Naturally, that person was referring to Duanlang.

Thinking of Duanlang whom he bumped into accidentally, the fierceness revealed in those eyes, Kong Ci didn't think that a person with such sharp eyes could bring happiness to his friends.

"Stop thinking about it, finish embroidering the mandarin ducks, your Master Feng is still waiting!"

The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, let's talk about the future, Ye Han thought for a while, and quickly put his worries behind him, and started joking about Kong Ci.

Kong Ci blushed, and pushed her awkwardly: "Xiao Han, don't talk nonsense! Feng, Master Feng is not me, mine..."

"Hey——" Ye Han lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped out of the room without looking back, only her teasing like silver bells wafted in the air.

"Girls' feelings are always poetry! Always! Yes! Poetry~"

(End of this chapter)