Chapter 232: Our Yi'er grew up

On the unfolded book pages, two little people are fighting with disheveled clothes.
Nan Baoyi looked away immediately.
Before she got married in her previous life, her grandmother and second aunt gave her this kind of pamphlet. After turning two pages, she was too ashamed to read it again. Later, she was crushed by her.
Unexpectedly in this life...
Actually bumped into the Lord of Power!
The spring sun is warm, coming through the account.
The beautiful windows were opened, the breeze was blowing, and the azure curtains swayed leisurely.
The girl was dressed in white and clean bedding, and her white cheeks gradually bleeded into rouge and blood. In the light and shadow, she could vaguely see her thin skin, like a ripe peach.
She clutched the quilt tightly with her fingers, and secretly encouraged herself.
After all, she lived seventeen years longer than others. How could she be scared by such a small scene?
Taishan collapsed at the top and the color remained unchanged, this is the true nature of her daughter!
Thinking of this, she picked up the book and thoughtfully said: "The hot-blooded young man loves to read this kind of thing, I understand."
She stuffed the book into Xiao Yi's arms, and learned the kindness of her grandmother's usual appearance, and gently touched his head, "Our family Yi'er has grown up and knows that I like girls. I am so relieved!"
Xiao Yi: "..."
Early in the morning, the little hibiscus flower essence of his family was taken up by a fox?
He held the book, his palms were a little hot.
It's not about putting it away, it's not about throwing away...
After a long while, he seriously said: "This is not my book."
The little girl opened her moist Danfeng eyes, with an expression of "I understand".
He pursed his thin lips, and the outline of his ears gradually turned red. "This is Jiang Suihan's."
Nan Baoyi was startled.
She glanced out of the account, and lowered her voice like a thief: "He is like that. He still needs to read this kind of book? Is it to stimulate herself? I heard someone say that because some men don't lift, so All sorts of perverts! Ouch, don’t talk about it!"
The little girl is alive, her eyes are full of flaming gossip light.
The corners of Xiao Yi's lips became more curved.
He knocked on her little head, with a smile hidden in her voice: "The girl’s family, it’s not ashamed to discuss this issue early in the morning. I get up to dress up and change clothes. I ask the small kitchen to make small onion noodles with osmanthus noodles. , Red bean spring rolls and sauced beef are all your favorites."
He got up, picked up the jacket skirt hung on the Mu Shi.
He wanted to put on Nan Baoyi himself, but after studying the complicated laces, he silently put down his jacket and skirt, calling for the aftertaste that they serve Nan Baoyi to freshen up.
The maids filed in with water basins and other things.
Standing under the eaves, Xiao Yi took out the small book in his arms and turned a page quietly.
The wind in the early spring morning was quite cold.
However, Xiao Yi's face gradually became red, and even his breathing became heavy.
"What are you looking at?"
The cold voice suddenly sounded.
Xiao Yi closed the small book calmly.
Shen Yichao raised his eyebrows with his wide sleeves caged and smiled: "Master Hou's ears are red, and his breathing is a little heavy. What I want to read is not a good book. I really didn't expect that when you look at Qingqing and cold and not close to women, there is such Wait for habit."
Xiao Yi was expressionless, turned around and left.
Shen Yichao followed: "I just got the news that the Cheng family is moving again. Does Lord Hou want to go to Yulouchun to see the excitement?"
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After breakfast, Nan Baoyi came to the large study room, but did not see Xiao Yi.
She was curious: "Aftertaste, do you know where the second brother went?"
"The slave and maidservant have heard so much that the master and Shen Langjun are going out together, and I heard that they are going to Yulouchun." Aftertaste smiled and brought a plate of pastries, "Sit down, the master tells you to come back before he leaves. I finished ten poems before."
"Tell me to recite poems, but he ran to the theater to listen to the music..." Nan Baoyi picked up a piece of cake, "I'm not stupid, so I won't sit here and wait--"
Before she finished speaking, the girl's expression condensed.
Cheng Dejin was seriously injured on the Yinma Bridge. The Cheng family suffered such a big loss, but they could not get any benefits from the Nan family.
And that night, she attended the night banquet on behalf of Yulouchun and accompanied her second brother. The Cheng family couldn't bite the hard bones of the second brother, so she had to cast the anger on Yulouchun's head.
So the second brother may not go to Yulouchun to listen to the music, I am afraid, is to relieve Yulouchun.
Nan Baoyi threw the pastry into his mouth and strode out of the house: "Get the carriage, I want to leave the house."
Half an hour later, she hurried to Yulouchun.
The long street is full of people.
She jumped out of the car and stepped into the upper seat of Yulou Chun Tower in a familiar way.
"Boss Han—"
She opened the bead curtain and was taken aback.
Han Yanliang reclining on the chaise couch, the pear-colored light gauze dress has been specially designed, and the chest is half wrapped. The skirt has been slit up to the knees, and the posture is extremely charming.
The white and tender palm of his hand is holding a thin cigarette tube carelessly.
The action of spitting out the smoke ring was extremely sultry.
Nan Baoyi is stern: "Spring is here, and it's the season for all things to mate..."
"go with!"
Han Yanliang smiled and smashed a bunch of flowers on the pillow.
Nan Baoyi smiled and stepped in, "Boss Han's clothes are really good-looking. Will Minger cut one for me too?"
Han Yanliang glanced at her figure and smiled softly: "You can't wear it."
Nan Baoyi: "..."
She faintly glanced at her cold and misty figure, then looked down at herself.
So angry!
Han Yanliang and lazily said: "Even if you can wear it, if you are seen by your master, I am afraid that I will ruin you and set off my place."
"My second brother came to Yulouchun early this morning, have you seen him?"
"It's not my man, what do I care about him?" Han Yanliang spit out smoke rings, "Speaking of which, you pretended to be me at the banquet two days ago. You offended the Xue family and the Cheng family, but did not bring me trouble. Little trouble."
"They came to you for revenge?"
"Watch the stage for yourself."
Nan Baoyi looked out the handrail curiously.
From here, you can overlook the stage and auditorium in the hall downstairs.
At this time, on the stage, a group of guards holding swords and sticks, with fierce faces, were surrounded by a guy covered in white bandages.
Nan Baoyi was shocked: "This person who can't see his appearance...isn't it Cheng Dejin?!"
"Yeah, I heard that I woke up early in the morning. When I woke up, I had to look in the mirror. After the photo was taken, I yelled to find Xiao Yi to settle the account, but was blocked by the Cheng family before bringing his guards to Yulouchun."
Nan Baoyi thoughtfully.
Cheng Dejin looks like a tiger, but he still loves beauty.
The design of the Yulou Chun Theater was complicated, and he probably didn't know where the cold smoke was, so he took the guards and ran into the building, and then he hit the stage by mistake.
The crowded audience sitting under the stage was not surprised by their appearance, but regarded them as actors and watched them with gusto.
Nan Baoyi is a little worried: "Boss Han, people have called the door, why don't you rush? The sword has no eyes. If you hurt the guests, you will have to pay a lot of money."
"Well, it's not acting against me, why am I panicking?"
An unpleasant premonition emerged in Nan Baoyi's heart.
She slowly looked at the other end of the stage.
Her family of pearls, phoenix crown and xiamen, were twisting orchid fingers toward Cheng Dejin, and her voice called a thousand times and one hundred turns: "Lang~~Jun~~~Are you hungry, panic~~~"