Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

An unspeakable pain came from her heart. Following her bloodline frantically restlessly hitting the deepest part of the heart, Bai Chuwei's always ruddy face suddenly turned pale, and her breathing instantly accelerated.

Duan Feihan and Duan Xiuqi approached Bai Chuwei at the same time.

An imperceptible tension flashed in Duan Feihan's eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Snowball leaped from the marble table and directly onto Duan Xiuqi's head, unceremoniously grabbing the broken black hair that Duan Xiuqi had carefully taken care of into a messy chicken coop, ‘My ancestor, I will avenge you! ’

Duan Xiuqi’s face turned black, and he didn’t care about this little pet hamster that may seem to be Bai Chuwei’s. He dragged the snowball from his head in a hand, and was quite decisive, putting the fruit in the fruit basket on the table. All the fruits were poured out, the basket was reversed to cover the snowball inside, and a tea set was pressed on the basket, no matter how much the snowball was scratched inside, it couldn't come out.

Bai Chuwei gasped, subconsciously going to get the medicine bottle.

She paused, suddenly turned her head and stared at the concerned Duan Feihan. She didn't give anyone a chance at all. She rushed into his arms with a swoop, holding him tightly with her hands.

Duan Feihan became stiff. He was wearing loose-fitting home clothes. The clothes were thin. The heat on her face, the heat from her nose, lips and teeth fell on his skin through the clothes. It is undeniable that he was shocked. ripple.

In the hall, a pair of eyes stared straight at them, and Duan Xiuqi's face went dark.

Duan Feihan breathed smoothly, clasped Bai Chuwei's wrist, and asked in a low voice: "Are you sick? Where is the medicine? I'll find it for you."

Duan Feihan knew that Bai Chuwei had been looking for elixir, but didn't know what her illness was, so she was ill.

Duan Feihan wanted to pull her away to find out if there was any medicine in the small bag she was carrying with him.

Bai Chuwei hugged his waist tightly, his face buried in front of his undulating chest.

Fragrant!

It smells so good!

It's so fragrant!

Bai Chuwei's finger gently poked Duan Feihan's waist, and her fingertips lifted a corner of his home clothes, touching the flesh of his waist, the coolness of her fingertips passed into the texture, and her behavior was ambiguous.

The next moment... Duan Feihan suddenly found a voice in his mind: "Hanhan, I want to sleep with you tonight."

Duan Feihan: "???"

What is she talking about?

Duan Feihan's palm trembled, and he forcibly pulled Bai Chuwei away and looked at the others.

The expressions of other people were hard to say, but they didn't seem to hear Bai Chuwei's words.

He was the only one who heard it, and she made a special trip to tell him.

Duan Xingye looked at it for a long time, and silently felt...it was really exciting.

Weiwei is really amazing, dare to take advantage of his uncle in front of his grandfather.

Obviously the two of them just hugged each other, so why did they seem to have gone through a big battle?

Or is his thinking a little sloppy?

Bai Chuwei felt that the pain in her heart faded like a tide, and she was well again.

Gee-Duan Feihan is really more cost-effective than taking medicine.

The old man Duan received a very serious impact, took a deep breath on the crutches, and asked in an old voice: "Miss Bai, how are you?"

Bai Chuwei stared at her without blinking, and pursed her lips and said: "Okay, I'm fine now."

Her eyes glowed, and there seemed to be thousands of stars in her eyes.

Duan Xiuqi's heart gradually sank.

From beginning to end, Bai Chu had never seen him with such a look.