The villain boss was raised crooked by me

Chapter 65
"You don't need to worry about it." Feng Yan lowered his head and pretended to have a meal.

Maybe that person also thinks that as a man, he should establish a grand plan and dominate the industry, right?

Then what he has to do, he will be happy.

Feng Yan thought about it in his heart.

……

After going out for two days, Tang Yuyi decided to rest at home.

She was lying on the couch, turning on the screen, wandering around the palace.

In the end, seeing that the palace was nothing serious, after thinking about it, I changed the map to the Xiangyun Restaurant that I visited yesterday...

So, she lay on the couch, crossed her legs, and watched the song and dance performance for free...

On the small table next to it, there are tea, various fruits, dried fruits, and pastries.

This day is too carefree.

The system is really good.

It would be nice to have such a system back in modern times.

At that time, she will be able to visit her idol's dressing room.

What a pity, what a pity.

But she looks like a voyeur.

Xiaoju went in and out several times, seeing Tang Yuyi's boneless appearance, suddenly felt eye-opening...

The ladies he met, in their free time, they were either reading books or doing embroidery, or meeting a few little sisters to drink tea and enjoy flowers, or some heroic ladies could practice sword...

It's not like the one in the room, eating, drinking, and squinting for a while, and even tapped Erlang's legs to beat the time, as if there was a stage in front of her.

Really enjoy yourself.

……

The lights are on.

The performance in Xiangyun Building began to repeat for the second time, and the passenger flow reached its peak, and everyone cheered one after another.

Tang Yuyi disliked the noise, so he transferred the map to Feng Yan's yard.

Feng Yan is practicing sword.

The man is still at the boundary between a boy and a man, his features are picturesque, and his face seems to be carefully carved with the best cold jade...

The figure is tall and straight, thin, and the sword dance is graceful and elegant, but it is also full of murderous aura.

Well, it's pretty.

The swordsmanship is good-looking, and the face is also good-looking.

To sum it up in one sentence - a man who is like a banished immortal.

Tang Yuyi took a sip of tea comfortably.

Tired of watching singing and dancing, watching sword dancing is not bad.

So, Tang Yuyi was paralyzed for a whole day.

When Xiaodong asked about Tang Yuyi's situation under Feng Yan's order, Xiaoju replied like this: "I rested on the couch for a day."

Xiaodong was slightly startled: "Miss Tang is sick?"

"Not really." Xiaoju shook her head.

"Then why..." Xiaodong was surprised.

"It's pure rest." Xiaoju also felt puzzled.

Except for going to the toilet, the man didn't move his place all day, and even his lying posture didn't change much.

"Oh, that's good, as long as you're not sick." Xiaodong nodded.

I thought, lying in the house is better than going outside to toss.

As soon as she went out, it was the money of the playboy and the pill of the loser, it was too scary.

……

Xiaodong was comforting himself, but he was about to leave when Tang Yuyi who came out of the house to breathe fresh air and stretch himself...

Tang Yuyi's eyes lit up, and he waved to Xiaodong: "Come here."

Xiaodong felt a chill down his back, always feeling that trouble was coming.

However, he trotted over with a trace of respect.

"Xiaodong, you go back. I want some sets of men's clothes from your son. I want his eleven or twelve-year-old men's clothes. I want to wear them. Hurry up." Tang Yuyi waved his hands, urging Xiaodong.

Xiaodong was dumbfounded, thinking in his heart that it was impossible for the young master to lend out the clothes he wore when he was eleven or twelve years old...

At that time, he had just served the young master...

Occasionally, the young master will change into very beautiful clothes that he has never seen before. The young master will not let others touch these clothes. He washes them by himself, and then folds them up and puts them away.

They guessed that those clothes had a special meaning to the young master.

Because the clothes made for the young master in the sewing room, the young master has always given it to others to wash casually.

Later, when it became too short, I ordered them to throw it away.

Therefore, he guessed that if the son had clothes for eleven or twelve years old, they must be those precious clothes that were put away, and it was impossible to give them away.

Also, it doesn't look good for a woman to wear a man's clothes.

However, he didn't dare to say too much, and ran to find Feng Yan after saying yes.

(End of this chapter)