The Villain in Women's Clothing: Son Of Luck Seek Revenge at the Start!

Yun Fan blushed and jumped into the courtyard.

Looking at Feng Qingran's hands and arms, he looked like he was arguing.

Rubbing his nose embarrassedly: "What, I'm just afraid that others will misunderstand, so I..."

"Oh?" Feng Qingran's eyes wandered, and his lips were lightly opened: "Then you are not afraid of my misunderstanding?"

"It's fine to be alone and widowed, not to take the usual path. Could it be that... Junior Brother Yun Fan, you climbed the wall with sincerity?" Feng Qingran smiled charmingly.

Hearing this, Yun Fan can't wait to find a crack to get in: "No, no..."

He hesitated for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

Looking up and down, Feng Qingran deliberately restrained his smile, turned around, and left Yun Fan's fiery figure: "You are afraid that Junior Sister Wan'er will misunderstand."

The voice was faint, but it had a bit of a sense of loneliness.

The only person who can make Yun Fan be so careful is Yun Wan'er, his childhood sweetheart.

Completely different from the emotions expressed, Feng Qingran is now at ease in his heart.

It seems that those disciples who spread gossip are not useless, and the effect is still very good.

......

After Feng Qingran's words, Yun Fan's heart sank involuntarily, he looked straight at it, for a while, he didn't know what to do?

Slowly walked to the original position, sat back on the stone chair, and faced Yun Fan.

Bright eyes hide the sadness, Feng Qingran still smiles: "Junior Brother Yunfan, how long are you going to stand there for a while?"

Embarrassment is broken.

"Okay." Busy responded and stepped forward.

Noticing what was on the table, Yun Fan asked curiously, "Have you started practicing the piano?"

Shaking his head, Feng Qingran looked at the pink peach blossoms on the tree, his eyes were blank, and his voice was regretful: "It used to be, but... I haven't played it for a long time."

Inexplicable sadness.

Yun Fan was stunned for a while, looking at the girl in front of him, his eyes stayed on the stunning face dyed with reminiscence.

A question arises in my mind.

People are not born with knowledge, nor are their characters predestined.

So, what has Feng Qingran experienced over the years? That would make her the bad temperament she had before the epiphany.

If Feng Qingran knew what Yun Fan was thinking, he would definitely show a happy expression.

Young boy! You won't want to know!

"Junior Brother Yunfan, you came to me, what's the matter?" Seeing that Yunfan was still in a daze, Feng Qingran said quietly.

Withdrawing God, Yun Fan didn't think about it, and subconsciously said, "I'm halfway through copying the secret book!"

Feng Qingran chuckled and covered his red lips lightly: "Junior Brother Yunfan, didn't you say you were going back to pill refining that day?"

Knowing that he had said something stupid, Yun Fan's face froze, and his body became a little hot.

He scratched his head and forcibly concealed: "Yes, I practiced. These are all written incidentally. After all, it is my fault and must be made up."

here we go again!

Old Lin rolled his eyes, and he really saw people talking about people, and talking about ghosts.

I can't see it, this little mortal still has the potential to become a romantic.

Feng Qingran's eyes narrowed, and his expression was "sincere": "Then thank you junior brother."

"It's okay." Being praised, Yun Fan wasn't so nervous anymore.

"How is your injury?" Yun Fan asked.

Feng Qingran's brows and eyes curled up: "After eating Spiritual herbs for a few days, I have recovered a bit."

With a thought, Yun Fan took out a porcelain bowl from the ring, which is the same as the one given to Yun Wan'er: "This is the soup I made, it can heal wounds and solidify, so drink it while it's hot."

In his mind, Old Lin's mouth twitched.

You're a fart, you're just copying the cheats by lighting the lamp and boiling the oil! That's all he cooked well!

Staring at the porcelain bowl separated by the white cloth, Feng Qingran didn't pick it up immediately. He turned his head and said softly, "Junior Sister Wan'er is the one who needs this the most. Give it to her, she will definitely be very happy."

Hearing this, Yun Fan's face froze: "It's okay, just take it!"

"I can't take it."

After all kinds of persuasion, Feng Qingran still refused.

There was really no other way, Yun Fan had no choice but to say, "I already gave it to Wan'er just now, so just accept it."

good guy!

Feng Qingran raised his brows.

This hand can be played with both ends, and he almost fooled him.

If that's the case, don't blame him for starting the show! ! !

The next moment, with a startled expression, Feng Qingran pursed her red lips tightly, with a bit of self-deprecation, her eyes were full of loss.

He stretched out his jade lotus-like arm and took the soup bowl. He was obviously very 'sad', but he still had to put on a 'forced smile'.

Thin lips trembled: "As expected."

The voice was small, like a murmur, but Yun Fan, who had the Cultivation Base, could hear it clearly.

All of a sudden, the scalp is numb!

......

The slender body trembled slightly, as if the small soup bowl needed Feng Qingran to use all his strength to support it.

The breeze blew, and a peach blossom floated down, and by coincidence, it landed on the soup medicine, and a black ripple appeared.

Feng Qingran stared at the flowers in the bowl, silent for a while, as if he was wandering.

On the other side, Yun Fan, like a quail, lowered his head and dared not move.

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