Male God, a Little Su

Yan Nanchao murmured in despair.

Yan Fengmian curled her lips, leaning on the wheelchair and chuckling.

"Just like you?"

His voice was cold and slow, and he always gave people a very comfortable feeling.

At this moment, it was like a giant sword, slashing into Yan Nanchao's heart.

He looked shocked and raised his head abruptly.

Looking at Yan Fengmian's eyes, at that moment, there was nowhere to hide their thoughts.

Yan Nanchao took a deep breath and hid his trembling hands behind him, clasping them tightly together.

On the back of the hand, the veins burst out.

"Brother Huang, what are you talking about? I have never liked Su Yan, so why should I abandon it? I'm just... worried about Brother Huang."

He smiled reluctantly and said in a low voice, "Brother Huang, you have a gentle personality and rarely interact with outsiders. I'm afraid you will be hurt by her—"

"Seventh brother."

Yan Fengmian quietly rubbed the Bodhi bracelet on his wrist, and interrupted him lightly when he heard the words.

He tilted his head and looked out the window at the bamboo leaves that were rustling in the wind, and asked with a smile, "A child is not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?"

Yan Nanchao was taken aback.

Seeing Yan Fengmian rolling up his sleeves, he picked up the ink stone and began to grind it.

His eyes drooped down, as if all his mind was in the thick ink that was gradually smudged in the inkstone platform.

"Seventh brother, take care of your own business, don't come here."

Once again from Yan Fengmian, hearing his almost ruthless expulsion order, Yan Nanchao's mood can be very calm.

He laughed strangely, "Brother Huang, do you really want to do this?"

Yan Fengmian was silent.

His pale wrists reflected the thick black ink, and when his wrists turned, he had an indescribable character.

The white light outside the window jumped into the inkstone, and the fine inkstone came out, exuding blue-violet light and fragrant smell.

Yan Fengmian hooked her lips in satisfaction, picked a piece of ink and jade, and dipped it in the ink. When she started to write, she realized that she didn't know how to write.

This is the first time he wants to reply to someone, but unfortunately he is introverted, and I am afraid that he will never be able to be as warm and calm as Su Yan in this life.

In the end, all the words come together in the pen.

Just one sentence left.

I'm waiting for you to come back-

After writing, Yan Fengmian was very satisfied, he put down the pen and waited for the ink to dry.

Then, seeing the black shadow reflected by the table, Yan Fengmian was slightly startled and raised her eyes. Seeing that Yan Nanchao was still standing in the study, he asked suspiciously, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Yan Nanchao almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and left, "Brother Huang, I'm leaving for my brother, I hope you don't regret your choice today!"

He also waited to see Yan Fengmian like him, like a pet that was tired of playing, and discarded.

"and many more--"

Just when his figure was about to disappear outside the door, the person behind him suddenly stopped him.

Yan Nanchao raised his brows, feeling much better.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Yan Fengmian ask in a gentle voice behind him, "Seventh brother, is Liang Anzhi yours?"

Yan Nanchao's breath was cold.

Although the other party is a question sentence, the tone is very determined.

"Why did the emperor say this?" He narrowed his eyes and looked back.

Yan Fengmian was sealing the wax, and when she heard the words, she did not lift her head and said, "He is already dead, and General Su cut off his head with a knife. Does the seventh brother know why General Su killed him?"

If what Yan Nanchao had seen before had already filled his heart with depression.

So now, Yan Fengmian's words are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he laughed angrily: "How dare she?! Anyway, Liang Anzhi followed Old General Su to fight the enemy, and a veteran who has guarded the border for more than ten years, she killed it when she said it?"

Today, my little ding bell also wants a ticket~