Chapter 903

Dong Wenfeng rested in the villa for three days after the first World War of Dong's hotel. As usual, Shen Bingyan did not want to have disputes with other women of Dong Wenfeng, so he followed Taoist priest Baimei back to the huangpizi Taoist temple.

Zhuan sun Tanghua fought with Dong Wenfeng, but they were also physically damaged. Later, they also slipped away, but Shen Bingyan was unable to avenge the feud.

The most sad thing is that the hundred disabled Taoist priest was so angry at Dong's hotel for his decades of cultivation. In the final analysis, his favorite little disciple actually left himself on the way and ran away. He died with his last breath.

Dong Wenfeng shook and stretched, but behind him came a burst of quick but pleasant female voice.

Dong Wenfeng looked back and saw song Xiaoyun's girl running towards him gracefully. Because the running was too violent, a pair of small and white rabbits in front of the chest also shook constantly, protruding and forming moving curves one after another. It made Dong Wenfeng feel dry and hot all over.

Since the little girl learned to dress up with Murong and Tong Waner, her beauty has become more and more beautiful and moving. The frost and snow skin scattered a faint light under the sun, coupled with the little girl's natural perfect figure, it's really fascinating and not worth your life! Dong Wenfeng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of water.

Song Xiaoyun came to Dong Wenfeng, panting. Her bright, white and white forehead was full of fine beads of sweat, and her plump chest was trembling, which was very attractive.

Dong Wenfeng took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully helped song Xiaoyun wipe the sweat off her face, smiled kindly and asked, "sister Yun, what can I do for you?"

Song Xiaoyun had moved to Dong Wenfeng's villa and manor, and even old song was lucky to move in.

At the moment, he can't call Lao song. He already has another identity, that is manager song, the person in charge of Hechuan Dong's hotel. Qu Jianghai's scum has been expelled, and Lao song is the only one who bears the brunt of the crisis, so Dong Wenfeng has always been grateful for this credit. If he had not been there, I was afraid that the loss of Dong's hotel would basically be equivalent to several hundred million, so Dong Wenfeng used his "private right" to give Lao song the post.

Dong Wenfeng's considerate but intimate behavior made song Xiaoyun feel sweet, and her pretty face was full of blushes. Song Xiaoyun's small head bowed for a long time before she summoned up the courage to raise her head and said softly, "brother Wenfeng, thank you for wiping my sweat."

"Sister yun'er, it's nothing to mention a trivial matter." Dong Wenfeng responded disapprovingly, looking like a gentleman. But a pair of uneasy eyes revolved around the perfect figure of the little girl in front of him.

Song Xiaoyun naturally noticed the young master's red Luoluo gaze. Her face turned red to her ears and her head dropped to her chest. She was very shy. What I had to say to him was completely forgotten for a moment.

"Sister yun'er, I haven't seen her for a few days, but she is becoming more and more beautiful. I don't know which childe is blessed, ha ha..." Dong Wenfeng followed song Xiaoyun to the beach. He was idle and flirted with him. His face was dignified, as if such frivolous words didn't come from his mouth at all.

Song Xiaoyun was so angry that two rosy clouds flew up on her face. She blushed shyly. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito hum and said, "brother Wenfeng, you are getting worse and worse. You should tease people so much."

Looking up, song Xiaoyun lowered her head and looked like two red roses on her face. Dong Wenfeng couldn't help laughing and said, "men are not bad, women don't love!"

"Brother Wenfeng, there is a person in my heart. I'm afraid this person won't agree with me." Song Xiaoyun said gently, and his small fingers have been holding the thin coat outside.

"Oh, our sister yun'er already has a sweetheart. Let me hear it!" although Dong Wenfeng's sentence is a joke, the tone is obviously much heavier.

"My sweetheart is far away and near in front of you. You can guess!" Song Xiaoyun directly lowered her head after saying that, but this sentence was very firm.

Dong Wenfeng panicked. How could this girl? I just treat her like a little sister, and there is a difference of nine years between us.

Dong Wenfeng gently wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, glanced around, patted his beating sweetheart, and said with some embarrassment: "sister yun'er, you can't be impulsive! You already know my situation. Besides, you're still young. Wouldn't it delay you to follow me?"

"Brother Wenfeng, do you just refuse me?" Song Xiaoyun's beautiful eyes were covered with a thin mist. She looked at Dong Wenfeng bitterly. She was very wronged. She looked like a mountain rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Dong Wenfeng didn't expect this girl to play really! He repeatedly waved his hand and explained: "sister yun'er, don't think about it. I definitely don't mean that. In my heart, you are a model of a lady, a model of a woman, and the dream lover of countless upright men."

Dong Wenfeng picked up all the sweet adjectives in his heart and blurted them out. In addition, his slightly flustered appearance made song Xiaoyun laugh through tears.

But those eyes contained endless tenderness, which seemed to be about to turn into drops of water. The delicate red lips gently opened and whispered: "Brother Wenfeng, don't talk nonsense. I really thank you for your praise just now. It's a pity that I was born in poverty and my father was promoted by brother Wenfeng. Naturally, this family background is not worthy of brother Wenfeng's nobility. Just now it was just a joke. Don't mind!"

When song Xiaoyun said this, her eyes were full of light sadness.

Dong Wenfeng naturally already knew song Xiaoyun's family, so she studied hard since childhood, but she still couldn't escape a little inferiority complex. Dong Wenfeng naturally felt song Xiaoyun's pain, gently hugged song Xiaoyun and said: "Silly girl, don't get me wrong. I don't mean to look down on you. Since you have moved into my Dong house, you are naturally one of my Dong family. From now on, let me take care of you, okay?"

Dong Wenfeng's moving / emotional words made song Xiaoyun burst into tears. His hands tightly hugged Dong Wenfeng's body, leaned in his arms, and choked, "well, thank you, brother Wenfeng."

"Silly girl..." Ye Fan fondly stroked song Xiaoyun's long black hair like a waterfall, and then faintly appreciated the morning glow of the villa and manor. From time to time, several seagulls flew over.

In such a pleasant scene, it is also a very pleasant thing for Dong Wenfeng to hold a beauty.