After coming to Qingling, Yun Churan, Feng Rao and Yan Feipeng all lived in Yan Yuntian's big house.
Although the location of the front yard was smashed into a big hole by a meteorite, it only destroyed some houses.
The house occupies a large area, and there are many empty houses in the front yard.
And in addition to the front yard, there are more houses in the back yard.
Let alone a few people, dozens of people are enough.
After Yun Churan left Huang Xing's villa, he returned to the big mansion, outside his bedroom in a daze.
It was already midnight, and it stands to reason that everyone around should be asleep.
However, Yun Churan heard a conversation.
"Honey, the bed in my house smells musty, can I sleep on your side?"
"There are so many rooms in this house, don't you know how to change one?"
"I changed it, but it's still the same. Don't you have it in your room?"
"have."
"Really? Then go in and smell... hey..." There was a cry of pain, accompanied by the sound of staggering and falling to the ground, "Hiss... why did you kick me ?”
"In the middle of the night, no one is allowed to sleep. If you continue to knock on the door and disturb me to sleep, I will break your neck!" Bang, the sound of the door slamming shut.
"Alas..." A long sigh sounded.
Yun Churan felt puzzled, so he listened for a while, and after the sound fell, he was about to enter the bedroom.
"Churan, why did you come back?"
Yun Churan was about to close the door when Yan Feipeng, who was not far away, asked.
Hearing this, Yun Churan became subconsciously flustered, but on the surface he forcibly calmed down, "I have something to do, so I was delayed."
Regarding what happened tonight, she didn't want anyone to know.
"What are you doing? Is there any trouble? If so, tell me, and I can help you solve it." Yan Feipeng said very politely.
"It's nothing, it's just a little thing." Yun Churan responded vaguely, afraid that Yan Feipeng would continue to worry about this matter, and if he found something, he wanted to divert his attention, so he said:
"Uncle, the relationship between you and your aunt doesn't seem to be harmonious. Is there any contradiction?"
Hearing this, Yan Feipeng couldn't help showing embarrassment.
Feng Rao's bedroom is just a few rooms away, and Yun Churan thought what he heard just now.
"Husband and wife, it's normal to have a little conflict, and it will be fine in a few days." Yan Feipeng squeezed out a smile.
But, my heart is very bitter.
He and Feng Rao haven't seen each other for nearly a year, so naturally he misses her very much.
In addition, Yan Feipeng was preparing to add a younger brother or sister to Yan Yuntian, of course he was thinking about it.
However, what made Yan Feipeng depressed was that Feng Rao even touched his fingers, let alone sharing a room with him.
Just now Yan Feipeng wanted to play a rogue and broke into Fengluo's room, but was kicked and almost lost his anger.
For this, Yan Feipeng was very helpless.
Feng Rao's strength is too strong, if she doesn't want to, Yan Feipeng has nothing to do.
"If it's just a little contradiction, why did it get so violent?" Yun Churan continued to ask.
"Do it? How could it be? You heard it wrong." Yan Feipeng only felt that his face was dull, and he hurriedly denied it vaguely. Afraid that Yun Churan would continue to question, he hurriedly said:
"It's getting late, Chu Ran should go to bed early." After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Seeing this, Yun Churan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Judging from this, Yan Feipeng probably didn't notice anything unusual.
At this time, Yun Churan walked into the bedroom, and closed the door tightly, then sat down on the doorway exhausted. The negative emotions in my heart gushed out, and then exploded. Soon, his cheeks were wet with tears.
She covered her face and wept for a long time, and then took a bath continuously, as if she wanted to wash away the impurities in her body and heart.
Tonight, for Yun Churan, it was destined to be a sleepless night.
On the other side, Yan Feipeng also couldn't sleep, and several times wanted to leave the bedroom again and knock on Feng Rao's door, remembering Feng Rao's warning, he still flinched.
As for Feng Rao, she also opened her eyes at this moment, without any sleepiness.
Because of Wang Haoran, Feng Rao and Yan Yuntian were separated a lot.
Now that Yan Yuntian has lost the ability to reproduce, Yan Feipeng wants to continue the incense, and Feng Rao actually has this idea.
Fengxi Mountain is passed down from one generation to the next, so it is inevitable that there will be no successors, Feng Rao naturally needs to consider this issue.
Before, Feng Rao pinned her hopes on Yan Yuntian.
Yan Yuntian's martial arts talent is extraordinary, after changing his surname to Feng, he can completely inherit Fengxi Mountain.
But now, Yan Yuntian is not suitable anymore.
In Fengxi Mountain's direct bloodline, besides Feng Rao, there is also Feng Yun.
The younger sister Fengyun has a daughter with a secular man. The younger sister, the daughter, can be regarded as a direct bloodline.
It's just that the younger sister, a daughter who has lived in the secular world for a long time, has doubts about whether she has martial arts talent, and has never practiced, so it is difficult to be a big responsibility.
It is naturally impossible for Feng Rao to put this hope on the daughter of her younger sister Feng Yun.
Then this responsibility must be borne by her.
It is inevitable that Fengxi Mountain will decline, Feng Rao has to consider this issue.
Although she is thirty-six years old, for a martial arts practitioner, this age is actually very young, her body functions are at the peak, and there is no problem in conceiving her.
Of course, the partner Feng Rao considered was not Yan Feipeng, but someone else.
It's just that Feng Rao still has some concerns about whether the person he misses will cooperate with him.
After all, he was a little too out of touch, and he hinted at it several times, like a piece of wood.
Feng Rao couldn't sleep at the moment, she was thinking about how to carry out this cooperation.
Should we talk face to face, or give some medicine, or just unilaterally use force to turn uncooked rice into cooked rice?
Wang Haoran, who was in another place under the Qingling night sky, never dreamed that a female supporting role with full favorability was planning to plot against him.
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Waking up early in the morning.
Wang Haoran and Bian Suwen were in the hotel. After having a sweet breakfast, they went to class alone.
"Boss, at noon our class will play a basketball game with those from Finance Class 112, do you want to join?" When he came to the classroom, Liu Hua suddenly walked over and asked with a smile.
"Not interested." Wang Haoran curled his lips, then frowned, as if thinking of something, "Who in our class wants to play?"
"Me, Lu Ming and Wei Zhihang." Liu Hua said.
"Just the three of you? Then how do you play this ball?" Wang Haoran asked.
"Our school basketball team called foreign aid, and it will definitely crush the gang in class 112, and we will definitely win! So I wanted to ask the boss if I want to play handsome and flirt with girls. If I want to go, I will ask the school team Come alone." Liu Hua said.
Seeing Liu Hua's confident appearance, Wang Haoran immediately felt that this matter was not so simple.
The basketball court is the place where the protagonist pretends to be more face-slapping. Where is the place for the villain to show off?
If the expectations are good, someone must come out and slap Liu Hua in the face like crazy.
"Boss, are you going or not?" Seeing that Wang Haoran did not respond, Liu Hua spoke again.
"Count me in." Wang Haoran responded.