Chapter 1819

In the final analysis, Duanmu yaqiwang and yenongying returned to Fang's house after lunch.

After returning to Fang's house, Lord Fang was away. Duanmu yawang and ye nongying went to say hello to Fang ruoxing before they went back to their rooms.

Duanmuya looked back to the room and saw the little white deer wilting on the bed sighing.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, duanmuya knew that duanmuya looked back and looked at her eagerly.

"Don't look at me."

Duanmu Ya looked at her hands and hugged her chest. "Have you tried to contact?"

"Tried."

The little white deer was wronged, "but I don't know if he heard it." moreover, I don't know if he would like to come and return it to the source of Linghu lake.

These are unknowns!

Duanmu yawang had a headache and pinched the center of his eyebrows.

Seeing this, the little white deer asked carefully, "it's not smooth to go to Ximen mansion this time."

"Smooth."

It was much smoother than expected. When she said, she sat down at the table, took out the papers from the heaven and earth bag, and studied Yin Huiyin's bones again.

Seeing the pictures, the little white deer didn't understand: "it's been a few days. Uncle Yan should know where we are. According to reason, if Uncle Yan is all right, he should also come. Why didn't uncle Yan respond at all?"

Duanmu yawang shook his head.

She also thought of this, but she couldn't figure it out.

She turned her eyes, stared at the little white deer and said, "you continue to try to contact him. You can't be lazy, you know?"

"Oh."

The little white deer's shoulders drooped.

"Don't pretend to be pathetic for me." duanmuya looked at her eyebrows. "Be obedient."

"I know."

The little white deer was wronged. He didn't pretend to be poor. He was really poor, okay?

The two masters ignored him. He was sandwiched in the middle. Neither side could offend him. It was terrible, okay?

Duanmu yawang didn't have the heart, "did you have lunch?"

"Eat." no matter how big things are, they still have to eat!

Duanmuya hopes to listen to him, but she can rest assured that she will no longer take care of the little white deer and do what she is doing.

She takes things very seriously.

Anyway, I was not sleepy. I changed my painting from noon to afternoon. Suddenly, the door was knocked.

Duanmu yawang cleaned up the paper in his hand and covered it before he opened his mouth: "who?"

"Miss Duanmu, it's me." is the steward's voice.

It's not easy to draw a portrait on the bone. Duanmu yawang continued to pack up his things and asked, "what's the matter?"

The steward said respectfully outside the door, "a man who claims to be your friend came to see you in front of the house."

"My friend? What's his name?"

"The visitor didn't give his name and didn't seem to intend to do so."

So crazy?

Who visited people but didn't give their names? Duanmu Ya looked at the action of cleaning up, "do you know?"

"I don't know."

If the steward didn't know her, she really couldn't guess who was looking for her. Duanmu yawang packed everything, put it back in the heaven and earth bag, stood up and opened the door, and said to the steward, "since the other party is so crazy, don't worry."

The steward bowed respectfully to Duanmu yawang and said, "but the other party said you would regret not seeing him."

"Oh?"

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyebrows and said, "I don't know what the other party looks like?"

"He is a beautiful boy."

The steward recalled, "his temperament is very unique. At first glance, he knows that he is not an ordinary child, and he says he knows little childe Bai."

Duanmu yawang jumped at the top of his heart. Before he opened his mouth, the little white deer had jumped out of bed and was excited: "sister, it's him!"

Duanmu yawang guessed and hurriedly asked the steward, "is he still outside the door now?"

"Although very impatient, but still in."

"I'm going out now."

As he said this, duanmuya took the little white deer by the hand and dodged one by one.

The steward saw Duanmu yawang was gone and knew where she had gone. He quickly dodged and followed.

Duanmuya looked at the gate of Fang's house. She really saw a slender, thin, fair skinned teenager, frowning and leaning impatiently against a column.

Seeing him, the little white deer was excited, "Lord..."

After saying a word, he felt it was not suitable and hurriedly said, "brother!"

"Brother fart!"

The young man glared at him impolitely. He had already picked up the little white deer as soon as he dodged. He slapped him on the little white deer's ass. his strength was not relaxed at all. The little white deer covered his ass on the spot and burst into tears.

The young man did not pity him at all and sneered: "it's not a long time to come out, but his courage grows day by day."

The little white deer said with tearful grievances, "I don't want to!"

Call him master in front of so many people, and the scene will be out of control.

"Who told you about the name?"

As soon as the young man raised his hand, he brought the little white deer to him. The master and servant looked at each other's eyes and nose to nose. "Why didn't I know you were like a crow? How many times can you say the same thing? How many times have you talked to me?"

"I, I don't want to."

The little white deer didn't dare to look at him at all. He was guilty and wronged and said, "yes, my sister asked me to do so."

If he doesn't call him again and again, Duanmu yawang won't let him go.

Whoa!

Why is he so pathetic?

"Don't pretend to be pitiful here." the boy reached out his other hand and pinched his face, "I don't know what virtue you have?"

The little white deer's face was pinched red. He didn't dare to say anything after listening to him. Do you want to be angry? He looked in the direction of his eyes.

Duanmu yawang received his look for help, but sighed and held the little white deer from his hand. "You should be tired when you come all the way. Why don't we have a good talk in the house?"

The boy slapped the little white deer again on the ass, relieved his hatred a little, then hugged his chest with both hands and said coldly, "who wants to talk to you? I'm hungry."

“……”

Duanmuya looked at the corner of her mouth and twitched.

Isn't he the same as Gong yulanzhi, who doesn't eat casually?

"Why, there is no food for such a big mansion?"

"Yes, yes."

The housekeeper also came with Duanmu yawang. He just looked at their interaction and kept silent. He was also estimating the relationship between them.

However, there was no conclusion in the end.

After all, young master Bai is called young brother and sister Duanmu yawang. However, Duanmu yawang doesn't seem very familiar with the young man. They don't look like siblings or siblings. Young master Bai is obviously familiar with the young man, but it's not close.

So the relationship is hard to guess.

"Since you have something to eat, go in."

The young man snorted and swaggered close to Fang's house, regardless of other people's expressions.

The steward hurriedly followed up, caught up with the young man and said, "I don't know your name?"

"Nameless."

"Ah?"

"If he doesn't want to say it, forget it." duanmuya looked helplessly in the back. "Let him go. You don't have to greet him when you see him."

"Er, this, this is not in line with etiquette?" this man has an extraordinary temperament and is at least a friend of Miss Duanmu. How can he be so rude?

"He's so rude that he doesn't have to pay attention to that."

When the steward heard this, he looked carefully at the young man, but saw that he had no opinion on Duanmu yawang's words. He didn't care about it.

The steward wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and thought to himself that Miss Duanmu's friends were unusual one by one, but they were also weird and difficult to get along with.

"Steward, I'll take him to my wing room. We have something to discuss. Ask someone to send meals to my room. Send more. He can eat."

"OK..."

Before the steward could say a word, the young man snorted impatiently: "who wants to eat in your room? What do you think I am? I want to eat in the hall and discuss things in the hall. I don't want to have an ambiguous relationship with you."

“？？”

Duanmu yawang's face was black and his forehead was blue with two tendons. He said angrily to the steward, "let him do it and send meals to the hall."

The steward said, "it's almost dinner. Miss Duanmu wants to eat together?"

"I'll eat it myself."

The boy was really difficult: "if someone shares the table with me, I can't eat."

“……”

Duanmuya looked at his forehead, "steward, let him go. We'll eat with Lord Fang and them at that time."

"Ah, OK, OK."

The steward wiped his sweat, nodded respectfully to several people and left.