"The master, the master, are you here? I can't contact you! If you have a big deal, you will see me asking him to go back to Suiyuan. Sikong Jueying, the head of the Sikong family, brought a lot of gifts to Suiyuan. Now I'm having a happy chat with the lady! Let me go back."

The Dead Qi flashed out of nowhere and snatched the walkie-talkie and said loudly: "Songsheng looks forward to your lady, so I will reply." Before he finished speaking, he disappeared in front of the two of them.

Hua Yuzui was speechless and couldn't speak for a long time. His call artifact was stolen...

Helpless Hua Yuzui looked at Ren Feiying who had been lit by her acupoints. She didn't care about the shocked expression on his face! Before leaving, she untied Ren Feiying's acupoints and turned her head and said.

"Ren Dashang Cabinet, don't let me suspect that your IQ has dropped! Brothers say that, please do it yourself!" Hua Yuzui turned around and ran away. He hadn't eaten the meal made by Auntie Cheung for several days. He was too lazy to care about Ren Feiying, a guy who liked the girl without any bottom line!

When Dead Qi rushed back to Suiyuan, Feng'er and a handsome young man in a gorgeous and graceful world were chatting and laughing from afar! Isn't this the bastard Sikong Jueying? Did he think that a woman-looking face could capture Feng'er's heart? It was simply a daydream in the sky. Is the woman he Dead Qi's eye is that superficial?

"The head of the Sikong family, that's all. I'll give you two months of drawings for you this time, and you can decide for yourself. My personal suggestion is quantitative or customized, so that the benefits will be maximized!" Feng Feiyang took a sip of tea and talked freely. It was like a quiet orchid standing indifferently in the valley, but on his peaceful beautiful cheeks, there was a touch of grace and luxury that could not be concealed by plain clothes.

"Oh! What is quantity? What is customization?" Sikong Jueying, wearing a brocade robe, was intrigued and asked while playing with the tea cup in his hand. Her deep eyes stared at the beautiful little girl in front of her, but she had a lot of thoughts in her heart!

Even if he spent his entire life, he would never give up on the little miracle doctor.

"Hi! The reason is actually very simple! Master of Sikong family, think about it! Take the robe you are wearing now, it is majestic and handsome when you wear it! If every man on Shangdu Street wears the same robe as you, I think the robe I like will never wear it again!" Feng Feiyang pursed his lips and smiled, and his orchid heart was about to bloom! He was fascinated by the passing years.

Sikong Jueying's eyes were full of this bright woman! Why didn't he think about such a simple truth?

"Feng'er's words make sense. Who would wear a blue robe? It's not a soldier's uniform." I saw seven death-taking robes coming in the setting sun, and a pair of cold pool-like eyes staring at Sikong Jueying. I wish this annoying guy would disappear immediately.

"Yuan, we're back!" Feng Feiyang smiled and went up to him. He quickly picked up an upside-down empty tea cup from the tea table, poured half of the cup of hot tea and handed it to Shishiqi. He held his hand and sat on the chair next to him. His movements were naturally friendly, as if he had already been an old couple who had already been together.

This scene hurt Sikong Jueying's heart! He clenched his fists tightly and tried not to let the sad eyes appear on this smiling face! But his heart was so painful that he could not breathe. But he could not show any of it on his face. He was afraid that the little miracle doctor would know, so this partner had no choice but to do it!

"Feng'er, why are you so happy to chat with the head of the Sikong family?" As he said that, he put down the teacup in his hand and pinned the broken temples behind Feng Feiyang's ears. He picked up Feng Feiyang and sat on his thighs. He looked at Sikong Jueying with provocative eyes. He didn't care how desperate this bastard looked! He was the one who took the Seventh Death, even if the Emperor came, he would not take him away.

"Let me down, hurry up." Feng Feiyang's face is not as thick-skinned as he is not as intimate as a Fate Seven in front of outsiders! It's so embarrassing, covering his face.

"Don't move, you haven't told me what you are talking about with the head of the Sikong family? The Dead Qi is as persistent as a child, holding Feng Feiyang's slender waist tightly with his hands.

Yuan, please let me down first. Let me talk about this to you later. OK?" Feng Feiyang was helpless! He sighed and said. The clear spring voice was mixed with a little fatigue, and his expression was also distracted.

Shin Qi felt very heartbroken, and his hands tightly hugging Feng Feiyang did not loosen at all. He put his chin on Feng Feiyang's shoulders, smelled the quiet fragrance on her body, and whispered softly in his ears.

"Feng'er, don't move, let me hug you for a while! You talk to the head of the Sikong family, I won't mess with you!" As he spoke, a big hand pressed against Feng Feiyang's back, and a thick internal force was continuously input into his body. Feng Feiyang suddenly felt all his fatigue swept away, his whole body was warm and comfortable!

Sikong Jueying's heart was bleeding from pain. Is he too late after all? But he is unwilling to give up!

"Let's go on, the head of the Sikong family. I mean you will launch three or five models in a regular quantity every month, but the quantity cannot be large. One is made of different materials and colors, so the price will be higher. The quantity is used to show the style and pictures to the guests, and only make one according to the customer's requirements, so the price will be even higher." Feng Feiyang looked at the handsome and majestic man and complained in his heart that these ancient men were one by one! Is it because the food was green and pollution-free?

Sikong Jueying nodded to show that he understood. He was afraid that he would reveal the secret in his heart as soon as he opened his mouth!

At this time, the butler outside the door ran into the house excitedly and said to Feng Feiyang: "Miss, Master Qi, the head of the Sikong family is fine." He said with a smile: "Miss, the line you ordered was buried before. The Song guards also transported the created phone back. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Of course I want it! I won't go? Who will test and install it? Let's go, Yuan, will the Sikong family mainly go and see it?" Feng Feiyang enthusiastically invited Sikong Jueying to jump off his deadly seven legs, pulled him out and walked out. It was so prosperous, like a graceful butterfly, which turned into an ink painting in the wind!

When the three of them rushed to the gate of Suiyuan, Song Sheng was leading several young guards who were about to recover from their injuries to be cured in the hut of the gatehouse! As soon as he saw Feng Feiyang, he ran over to greet him.

"Miss, Master Qi, the head of the Sikong family, you are polite." But his eyes looked at Sikong Jueying, and he was secretly proud in his heart! Xiao Xiao, don't miss my lady. Just your woman's face, the lady won't like it.

"Is Songsheng built according to the drawing?" Feng Feiyang took the simple microphone just installed in the guard's hand.

"If you say so, it's not bad at all."

"Where are you waiting for? Go and try!"

Song Sheng nodded, jumped up excitedly and went to his room with light skills. This is to use his position to facilitate himself!

Death Qi and Sikong Jueying couldn't understand Feng Feiyang's behavior at all? What were they doing? The two looked at each other and turned their heads away! Behind Feng Feiyang, they were fighting with their eyes! They killed so hard that the smoke of wolf was everywhere and corpses were everywhere.

At this time, the simple U-shaped microphone in Feng Feiyang's hand sounded "ding bell" sound. Feng Feiyang picked up his head and said to his mouth.

"Songsheng, Songsheng, can you hear the sound of my speech clearly?" Feng Feiyang asked loudly.

This stunned the Death Seven and Sikong Jueying!

He took the death seven steps and picked up another microphone, looked at Feng Feiyang, and asked her how she did it?

Feng Feiyang chuckled and pressed a button.

Chen Zian, who was reading a book in his room, suddenly heard a crisp jingle sound, and skillfully picked up the microphone and placed it on his ear. His heart was pounding. This was the first time he was playing such a magical thing! In order not to make a fool of himself, he asked the guard Song many times!

"Who is it! I am Chen Zi'an." A gentle young male voice came from the receiver. In an instant, Death Seven threw away the microphone like eating a fly. Another shameless person was a ill person. All of them were bad! Are you a sick cat?

Feng Fei and Yang Jiao smiled charmingly, and saw the little carelessness of the Death Seven. They couldn't help but laugh out loud, but they were so happy in their hearts that they were so happy. They were just a jealous jar!

"Zi'an, can you hear me clearly? Have dinner together! When it's time to go to Tinglanyuan, Aunt Lan is preparing!" Feng Feiyang is inviting someone to have dinner!

"Is Xiaojiu here? Can you hear me clearly? Don't forget to go to Tinglan Courtyard for dinner!" After a while, Feng Feiyang tried the phone calls in the courtyard one by one. Finally, Feng Feiyang pressed the phone number of Tinglan Courtyard again, which Sulan received.

Until this moment, Sikong Jueying was shocked. Everything in Suiyuan was out of his understanding? Who is this little genius doctor? He was a little suspicious of his judgment, and all this was in a dream. It was so unreal! But he was born under his eyes. Sikong Jueying clenched his fists hard, and he was afraid that he would not believe in his eyes when he let go.

Everything here is like a dream and a dream. Sikong Jueying's handsome face appears with a confused look, his eyes are a little obsessed. He just stares at the busy petite figure foolishly!

The face of Death Qi was gloomy, and his sharp eyes stabbed Sikong Jueying like a sword. He never hated Sikong Jueying as he was now, especially the face that was a little worse than himself! It made people angry. It seemed that the noble girls in Shangdu had to do something again. I heard that Mr. Du's infatuated daughter was unforgettable to Sikong Jueying's face!

Feng Feiyang smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat teeth. The extremely beautiful face in the sunset shone brightly, stunning time!

"Let's go! Feng'er. Aunt Lan starts urging you again after a while!" The Dead Qi stepped forward and took Feng Feiyang's hand and strode towards Tinglan Courtyard. He really didn't want to see Sikong Jueying's annoying face.

"The head of the Sikong family invited him." Feng Feiyang warmly invited Sikong Jueying. After all, it was dinner time, and if you didn't invite someone to have a meal, people would say that you would not be a human being and be stingy.

The sunset is so beautiful, and Tinglan's courtyard is laughing and laughing! It's been a long time since it's so lively, and Mrs. Ye's rosy cheeks showed a happy smile. She hurriedly watched the dishes for the brothers Shi Xianqi and Xiaojiu.

"Come on, Xiaojiu eat this. This is your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, as well as squirrel mandarin fish, and fried meatballs." Liu's family has been considering Xiaojiu as their own child since the Wanhua Festival, and is meticulous in food, clothing, housing and transportation, especially in life. Xiaojiu seems to have forgotten that he is the emperor and noble, and he eats with Liu in Tinglan Courtyard every day, and the relationship between them is becoming increasingly close.

"Mom, I am your biological child! I want to eat that fish too." Feng Feiyang deliberately teased this woman with a tragic fate in the first half of her life! The Death Seven Stars smiled. He really liked such a life of freedom and no conspiracy. Even his brother, who has always been taciturn and deep-minded, has become a man!

The new phone number of "Dingdang Dingdang" broke the joyous atmosphere!
Chapter completed!