Thinking of this, his footsteps could not help but follow.

Upon seeing this, Feng Qingge twisted his brows slightly, glanced at the inconspicuous carriage, and moved forward.

Over there, Guan Xilin came to the carriage and handed a piece of scallion pancake to Lengshuang: "This is for you, and there is also mung bean soup. If you don't eat it while it is hot, we will leave."

Leng Shuang glanced at him, reached out to take it, and thanked him.

He stepped into the carriage, opened the curtain with one hand, and was about to go in. He said, "Xiao Jiu, the scallion pancakes are still hot. The uncle said that it tastes great with mung bean soup, so I brought you each one back. ."

Feng Jiu in the carriage reached out to take his scallion pancake and mung bean soup, and said with a smile, "Mung bean soup! I haven't drank it for a long time, just right, brother, thank you."

"Hey, why do you like it? You like it. Let's buy some maids and go back, let them wait for you, and make good food for you." After getting along for so long, he knew she liked food very much.

"it is good."

She smiled, and when she saw him sitting back in the carriage, she opened the bag and was about to bite the scallion pancakes when she heard a familiar voice from outside the carriage.

"Miss Guan, here is Murong Yixuan."

Miss Guan?Who is it called?

Feng Jiu in the carriage was startled slightly, looked at her cheap brother who was also stunned, and asked silently: What's the matter?

Guan Xilin took a bite of the scallion pancakes and said, "I met Murong Yixuan when I first bought something. I said that I offended you last time in Shilin Town. I want to say sorry to you."

Speaking of this, he was a little annoyed, and said: "I just told him no more, he is still following, I really don't know what he wants to do!"

"I'll go down and have a look!" He put down the scallion pancake in his hand, and when he was about to open the curtain and jump out of the car, he suddenly turned his head and said to Feng Jiu: "Xiao Jiu, you tie your veil."

The scars on Xiao Jiu's face were not healed. She always wore a veil when she went out. He didn't want others to look at her with colored eyes after seeing her scratched face.

"Yeah." Feng Jiu smiled and tied the veil, a little strange, what does Murong Yixuan want to do?

Murong Yixuan, who was waiting outside the carriage, was a little nervous at this time, and sweat leaked out of his palms. He looked expectantly at the carriage: Will she open the curtain?Does she remember the two occasional meetings with him?

When Leng Shuang, who was sitting outside driving the carriage, saw the look on Murong Yixuan's face with a trace of expectation, she couldn't help but narrowed her brows and looked at him strangely.

What does Murong Yixuan want to do?As far as she knows, didn't he have an appointment with Miss Fengfu Feng Qingge?Why look at the carriage with a look of expectation and tension?

The curtain of the carriage was picked up by Guan Xilin. He walked down, then put down the curtain and looked at Murong Yixuan who was standing in front of the carriage: "Didn't I say that you don't need to apologize or something? Why are you still following?"

But at this time, Murong Yixuan was looking at the carriage idiotically, thinking of the appearance of the woman in the carriage when the curtain was opened just now, and a heart pounded again.

Today, she is not wearing a red dress, but a white dress with a veil of the same color on her face. She just sits quietly, with a breath of elegance and refinement, and looks so peaceful. ,elegant.

But she in the red dress is as dazzling and charming as the sun, and she has a lazy charm between her hands and feet. It seems that every time she sees her, she brings him a different soul shock, and makes him every time. Involuntarily fascinated by her...