Golden Hairpin and Half Lan Que of Online Games

Cheng Dieyi has been away from Master Guan's courtyard for a while, and she still goes to the shop every day, and sings in the Liyuan at night.

"Dieyi, it's getting cold, why don't you keep running to Master Guan!" Mo Zhanfeng looked at Cheng Dieyi who was hugging the stove and holding his hands, feeling distressed, and reached out to hug him from behind.

"How can it be so delicate!" Cheng Dieyi laughed, and put down the account book in his hand, "Why did you come back so soon?"

"It's not that the group of scumbags from the Tulong gang opened a restaurant opposite us. Today they cut the ribbon, and I stayed opposite them in a panic." Mo Zhanfeng said so, but there was no hesitation on his face He smiled and hugged his wife's waist.

"Nonsense, how big is the restaurant of the Tulong Gang like ours? It's worth your worry?" Cheng Dieyi scolded, grabbed Mo Zhanfeng's groping hand, and let him go without breaking away.It had been a long time since anyone had hugged him like this. Even in winter, he could still feel that kind of softness, which emanated from his bones. He knew that Mo Zhanfeng loved him.

"You are the only one who is smart!" Mo Zhanfeng smiled dotingly, picked up Cheng Dieyi on the chair, sat on the chair by himself, put Cheng Dieyi on his lap, and hugged his waist.Cheng Dieyi let out an "ah" and slapped her hand back, "I hate it, I haven't been doing anything right all day long."

Mo Zhanfeng smiled, but he didn't feel annoyed. Cheng Dieyi got angry for a while, and then sat in his arms safely, thinking that he was used to it.

It has to be said that Mo Zhanfeng is an excellent businessman.

He pulled Cheng Dieyi out of the theater not only to make him leave Duan Xiaolou, but also to change his living conditions.The original Cheng Dieyi loves opera like an idiot, the so-called non-madness cannot survive, Cheng Dieyi is absolutely inseparable from singing, that is everything to him.In the opera, there is his golden house and his Yan Ruyu, he is the opera, his beloved brother is his overlord in the opera, and he himself is the poignant concubine Yu.If there is no Mo Zhanfeng, Cheng Dieyi's life will continue like this, and sooner or later it will develop to that point.

Before he became famous, Mo Zhanfeng cut off his thoughts about his senior brother, and pulled him out of the theater to let him see the outside world. Everything outside made him feel novel, and Mo Zhanfeng's concern made him Touched, these things are pulling him tightly so that he will not fall back into the dream he created for himself.This is a way of love, and it is also a trap. It tightly traps Cheng Dieyi. He no longer has a way out. After seeing all this, it is impossible to return to the past life.Cheng Dieyi may not know it, but he is willing to wait for his senior brother just like him.

Does it hurt to leave senior brother?It hurts too, but it's not so obvious anymore. The unforgettable memories of the past have been wiped out in the disappointment again and again.Leaving the Liyuan, sober?He was also confused, but in the hesitation, he saw Mo Zhanfeng's eyes, which were black and bright, and at that moment he felt that even if he lost the bet, he would admit it.No one has ever treated him so well, he has nothing, what can he be spied on?Even if Mo Zhanfeng no longer has his shadow in his eyes one day, it will be worth it, enough.

"What are you thinking?" Mo Zhanfeng retracted his hands into his arms, hugged the man tightly, and rubbed his head against the man's neck, "Come, let me show you something."

The two went round and round from the front hall to the warehouse at the back. Behind the warehouse were several huts for rest. When the weather was bad, they lived in them.Although it looks a little dark from the outside, the inside is still good. It faces south, and the sun can still shine when the weather is good. The decoration is also very good, and it is a good place to rest.

"What did you bring me here for?" Cheng Dieyi was puzzled.

Mo Zhanfeng smiled and said nothing, but pushed the door open on his own.Cheng Dieyi followed the light and looked inside. The tables in the room in between were lined with all kinds of hand stoves. Counting them carefully, there were exactly twelve.

"How did you make so many heaters?" Cheng Dieyi scolded, and ran to the table, still very happy in her heart.

Although he bought these things for heating himself, he never made them for himself. He was also very happy to see the players holding the hand stoves and cloaks that he customized with patterns on them that he liked. Some feel lost.

He was used to being poor when he was a child. Although he has a business in his hands now, it is Mo Zhanfeng's shop after all. He always feels that he can't take things privately. He is better than those boys in this regard.Later, some boys saved up money to buy hand stoves and warm lamps. According to Mo Zhanfeng's rules, they can get a [-]% discount if they buy it for themselves. He looked itchy, but thinking about the price of the hand stove, he could eat several meals. How can not bear to buy.In addition, Mo Zhanfeng gave him a warming lamp and a rather delicate stove from the "Plum Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" four gentlemen from the very beginning, none of which were broken, and he was reluctant to buy new ones. up.

"Fool, take a closer look at those stoves!"

Cheng Dieyi still took a closer look, and found that there were paintings on those hand stoves. He felt very strange, and he didn't seem to have sold the patterns on them!

Twelve month calendars were engraved on each of the twelve hand stoves, and if you look carefully, there are actually many Q-version cartoon villains on them, and that is me!Cheng Dieyi himself likes those Q-version villains very much. Mo Zhanfeng also taught him that this kind of drawing is very popular among them, so Mo Zhanfeng hired some real-life cartoonists to draw pictures. The salary is based on the number of items ordered. He still remembers that many painters rushed in at that time.

"Look at this..." Mo Zhanfeng picked up an October stove, pointed to the painting on it, and said, "Do you still remember? That was the first time I met you."

Cheng Dieyi on the stove was wearing a long gown, standing in the small pavilion, very cute.Mo Zhanfeng stood not far away, and the artist funnyly drew his eyes into heart shapes, and he was looking in Cheng Dieyi's direction "colorfully".

"Pfft!" Cheng Dieyi laughed out loud, "Why did you get drawn like this?"

"Hey, when I saw you at that time, I was so excited..." Mo Zhanfeng stopped Cheng Dieyi's waist from behind, "I wish I could take you home then!"

"Nonsense!" Cheng Dieyi pushed him lightly, his ears turned red, and Mo Zhanfeng couldn't help laughing when he saw the steamed bun face on the hand stove.

The rest of the hand stoves are also full of tricks, there is Mo Zhanfeng leading Cheng Dieyi to the night market; ...

Cheng Dieyi's eyes were a little red. The person behind him is actually different from those elders who take care of the second room. He won't give him a lot of money, but he will hug him when he needs it, and even remember Everything he wanted, remembering every bit of him with him.

"Even if you... marry a wife in the future, with your intentions today, I will admit it." Cheng Dieyi closed his eyes and retracted into Mo Zhanfeng's arms.

"Nonsense, how could I get married..." Mo Zhanfeng circled him, thinking silently, should he marry his own wife?

The author has something to say:

Everyone has been waiting!

PS: "Ruyan Lingyun", thank you for waiting for me to update and give you sweets. . .