Zhang Yang sniffed the note in his hand, with a satisfied look on his face: "It still smells the same."
The maid broke out in cold sweat and hurriedly advised: "Miss is a noble lady in the capital, how can she be contaminated with these money and vulgar things. You should think of a way to please the general."
"What is happiness? Can it be used as food?"
Maid: "..."
Later, she stroked the rows of gold bars, suppressed the raised corners of her mouth, and whispered softly: "These worldly things are cold and cold, how can the friendship between husband and wife warm people's hearts."
Feng Sijing snorted coldly: "I didn't notice it." As he spoke, he fed the grapes with the peels in his hands to her lips.
"..." Zhang Yang opened his mouth habitually, but regretted it as soon as he swallowed it. He was so considerate, what if she couldn't resist the temptation and fell in love with him?
Later, Feng Sijing looked at the person in front of him: "Ayang, I love you."
Zhang Yang seemed to have been burned, and then turned away and muttered: "My heart is happy when I feel happy, why did you say it? It's so disgusting."
Feng Sijing looked at her red ears, no longer hesitated, put his arms around her shoulders, and put his lips close to her ears: "Ayang, my heart is happy for you, Ayang, my heart is happy for you..."
Zhang Yang felt that he could not survive this day and was so ashamed.
Intention: You still have to have dreams, just in case they come true.
