The villain wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors every day

Chu Yanzhi just gave her a sideways glance and ignored her.

With a hot face and a cold butt, Shen Fanxing felt bored, and said quietly, "Then I'll call you Third Young Master."

As for the name taboo, since the God of Plague is unwilling to tell her, she simply assumes that he is Li Yanzhi.

Courtesy is reciprocal, Shen Fanxing said to Chu Yanzhi, "My name is Shen Fanxing, Sanshui Shen, and the sky is full of stars."

From just now to now, the woman on the ground has been chattering and never stopped, making Chu Yanzhi frowned impatiently, "If you talk nonsense, I will throw you out."

Shen Fanxing hastily shut up, but also felt useless, and glared at Chu Yanzhi unwillingly.

Chu Yanzhi lifted his lips coolly, "You don't want your eyes anymore?"

"you......"

After all, Shen Fanxing calmed down, turned his back to the man, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Shen Fanxing was woken up by being kicked by a man. She opened her eyes in a daze, and looked dissatisfied at the man who stared down at her coldly, and said angrily, "Do you want someone to sleep well?"

Shen Fanxing has a loose temper, and he doesn't seem to care much about anything on weekdays, so most of the time, his temper is very good, except of course when he wakes up.

She got up.

As soon as she woke up angry, she didn't care where she was or who was waking her up, she roared all over her head and face.

After yelling, Shen Fanxing didn't realize that he had pulled out the beard on the tiger's face, clamped the quilt under him, turned over, and fell asleep on his own.

Chu Yanzhi looked down at Shen Fanxing who was sleeping like a dead pig, and wanted to kick her again.Shen Fanxing seemed to expect him to do this, closed his eyes and waved at him, muttering, "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."

It was as if the rewind button had been pressed on everything, and the picture of thousands of years ago appeared uncontrollably in the man's mind.

The person in my memory likes to stay in bed just like the woman in front of me. Every time he wakes her up, she will impatiently wave to herself, half annoyed and half coaxing, "Yan, don't make trouble, let Teacher sleep for a while .”

Chu Yanzhi paused his movements deeply, staring at the woman at his feet, and tightened his fingers hanging by his side bit by bit. Obviously Shen Fanxing was not Ye Zijin, so he slowly retracted his feet.

Shen Fanxing fell into a dark sleep this time, and it was already noon when he woke up.

She rubbed her eyes swollen from sleep, and smelled the fragrance of tea leaves. She couldn't help but follow the smell, and the scene that fell into her eyes was like an ink painting by a famous master.

I saw the man dressed in white as white as snow, lazily leaning against the window, holding a scroll in one hand and pointing to a cup in the other, leisurely and comfortable.

Shen Fanxing's eyes lingered on the man's white and slender fingers for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh, if his neck hadn't been broken by this hand, who would have thought that the man in front of him was so cruel.

Shen Fanxing folded the quilt and put it in the closet. Seeing the man's eyes cast on her, her old face felt a little hot unconsciously. She opened the closet door without a trace and blocked herself behind the closet door. She wrung her fingers and said, "Third Young Master , can someone bring over a clean suit of clothes."

It is no different if she is wearing this dress or not, it is really impossible to wear it out.

The man's cold eyes flicked over Shen Fanxing's body. Due to the cover of the cabinet door, most of her body was hidden behind the cabinet door, but her white neck and collarbone were inevitably exposed.