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Qian Shan has been with Feng Qisong for many years, and his feelings for the Feng family are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Feng Qisong is not only his master, but also his chief officer. Qian Shan watched the Feng family drag the second son of the Feng family into the cold and heartless Second Master Feng, and also watched Young Master Bai walk into Feng Qisong's heart.

So now knowing that Young Master Bai might have a seed from the Feng family in his stomach, he almost rushed into the Feng family's ancestral hall to burn incense.

Lao Feng's family really has a queen!

But Mr. Xun was not sure. Even if there is a 90.00% possibility, Qianshan can't afford that one percent.

So facing Bai Hemian's question, Qian Shan could only use the same "peace of mind" to prevaricate.

Young Master Bai stuffed his hands into his sleeves, rubbed his belly thoughtfully, and walked into the bank.

In the car, Feng Qisong had already told him the account Feng Qingzhu opened, and at the same time asked him to open one under his own name.Bai Hemian obeyed obediently, hiding the property of the Feng family in the account of the eldest brother of the Feng family without hesitation, and handing over some odds and ends from his bosom.

"It's in my name," he said.

"that's it?"

"That's all." Bai Hemian caressed the wooden box preciously, reluctantly signed it, and left cruelly.

The snow was heavier than when he came, and the person holding the umbrella was replaced by Feng Qisong.

"Second brother Feng, don't be seen by others." Bai Hemian tugged at Feng Qisong's sleeve, looking left and right.

"It's okay." Feng Qisong took his hand, "There are few people here, and I'm still wearing a scarf."

But Bai Hemian rushed into the carriage eagerly, pulled down the scarf around Brother Feng's neck, and hung it around his own neck.

He took a deep breath, let Feng Qisong put on the gloves for himself, and put his legs on Brother Feng's again.

"Qianshan, don't go home yet, take the young master to the photo studio." Feng Qisong naturally pinched his legs for him, and then rubbed his waist after pinching.

"Why did you go to the photo studio?"

"I haven't had a photo with you before," Feng Qisong smiled, "There's no photo on the marriage certificate."

"No post?" Bai Hemian's heart ached slightly.

"No post." Feng Qisong replied very naturally, even a little casually, "Because there was no post, I specially entrusted someone to get the marriage certificate through my relationship."

As soon as the words were finished, Bai Hemian threw himself into Feng Qisong's arms, and said, "Let's go shoot, bro, let's go shoot!"

Feng Qisong lowered his eyes and gave a low "hmm", there was a strange brilliance in his eyes.

The photo studio is next to Feng's house, and when they went to the photo studio, it was like returning home.

Bai Hemian was worried that Feng Qisong's identity would be exposed, so he didn't forget to hold the scarf when he got out of the car. Feng Qisong looked at him with a smile, and went into the photo studio to tell the truth.

"Did you want to take me for a long time?" Bai Hemian's heart tingled.

Feng Qisong nodded: "I'm just worried that you don't want to."

"Yes," Bai Hemian sighed, "I am willing."

What else can I not want?

He didn't choose his clothes carefully when he went out, and the photos he was wearing now were not suitable for sticking on the marriage certificate.Feng Qisong simply asked Qian Shan to go home and get it.Afraid of making mistakes, Qian Shan took all the clothes in the closet, including cheongsams, long gowns, and all kinds of suits.

Bai Hemian picked out a few clothes and went into the dressing room, just as he took off his clothes, Feng Qisong came in.

He pulled the zipper without looking back: "Second brother Feng, close the door tightly, it's windy."

Feng Qisong's hot hands landed on his waist: "He Mian, you have a mole on your waist."

Bai Hemian couldn't see it, and thought Feng Qisong was making up nonsense: "Is it true?"

"Really." Feng Qisong lowered his head and kissed his neck, seeing that he was about to change into a cheongsam, his eyes lit up, "Do you mind?"

"What do you mind..." Bai Hemian murmured, and slid his fingers over the skirt of the cheongsam, "When my parents were still alive, they would take me to take pictures every year, saying it was to commemorate... Second brother, actually I think it’s not a commemoration, but they want to leave something behind... In short, my mother would always choose clothes for a long time, sometimes wearing a cheongsam, sometimes wearing a western dress, and my father and I had to wait for a long time every time .”

When Bai Hemian said these words, he had already stretched his feet into the cheongsam, his soft waist was twisted into a seductive arc, his fair skin was illuminated bit by bit by the light, and the peony flowers seemed to bloom accordingly.

"I didn't understand it when I was young, but now I seem to understand." Bai Hemian paused slightly, his voice suddenly hoarse, "I also want to leave something behind."

His trembling breath was mixed with deep fear: "Second brother Feng, I don't have much to think about."

Feng Qisong's hand slid from Bai Hemian's waist to his chest, under his palm, the vibrant heart was beating rapidly.

Feng Qisong's answer seemed to be whispering: "He Mian, don't be afraid."

He shook his head fiercely: "Second Brother Feng, do you know? Everyone in Jinling City thought you were dead."

"...to suppress the bandits, you may come back alive, or you may not, but I can't... But I can't give you another funeral." Bai Hemian pulled back suddenly, leaning his back against the wall, panting desperately as if drowning, "As long as there is something wrong with you, I can do nothing, because you are Feng Qisong, you 'died' in the explosion at the police station, you... Even if you died, no one will know!"

There was a slight sound of equipment moving outside the door. Qian Shan was instructing the guards to set up the venue. The blood from Bai Hemian's body rushed to his face. The worries he had been suppressing for many days broke out in this warm afternoon. : "What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do!"

"It's not like this." Feng Qisong forced the disheveled Bai Hemian into his arms, smelling the coolness of the freshly melted snow on his body.

Feng Qisong didn't expect Bai Hemian to think so deeply. Even when he himself decided to replace Feng Laosan to suppress the bandits, he just couldn't let his subordinates die in vain, and couldn't let Chen Beidou just keep colluding with the horse bandits. go down.

Only Bai Hemian was thinking about how he would come back, or whether he would come back...

"If I die in battle, you don't have to bury me in the Feng family's ancestral grave." Feng Qisong held Bai Hemian's face and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "You don't have to tell the world why I died."

Bai Hemian choked up, as if he was about to lose his breath.

"It's enough for you to know." Feng Qisong sadly stroked his trembling shoulders, the seriousness in his eyes gradually dissipated with Bai Hemian's sobs, and helplessness quickly took over all his emotions, "Hemian, I won't let this happened."

Feng Qisong kissed him: "It's been so many years, how could I be unprepared? Trust me, don't cry."

"...I still need to take pictures, dear, it's unlucky to put pictures of crying on the marriage certificate."

Threatening with the marriage certificate was the most effective, Bai Hemian stopped talking instantly, put on the cheongsam reluctantly, rubbed his eyes and hugged Feng Qisong's arms.That warm chest was the most reassuring place he had found in the world.

"Marriage... Marriage Marriage..."

"what?"

"Wedding." Bai Hemian tugged at Feng Qisong's collar, and squeezed out a few words with difficulty, "I want a wedding."

"Okay, wedding." Feng Qisong nodded with a smile, "Let's do a Western style, okay?"

"Okay." Bai Hemian adjusted his mood, wiped his tears and pushed open the door of the dressing room.

Qian Shan outside the door was bending over to carry a flower pot, trying to put a pot of wilted daffodils on the small table for decoration. During the short ten minutes they changed clothes, several guards took photos The shed is newly furnished.

"Young Master?" Qian Shan finally got the Narcissus, turned his head, and asked suspiciously, "You...are you crying?"

Bai Hemian sniffed, her neck twitched: "Your second master bullied me."

Qian Shan was slightly startled, and then showed a look of sudden realization: "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything."

Feng Qisong couldn't bear it anymore and took Bai Hemian's hand, and before the young master couldn't stop talking, he pressed him on the chair, and stood on his right hand side, facing the camera, showing a gentle smile.

But what Feng Qisong didn't know was that the moment the light burst, Bai Hemian raised his head and stared at him unblinkingly with watery eyes.

"Second Lord, change your clothes and get another one."

Feng Qisong changed his long gown according to his words, and returned to the camera in an iron-gray military uniform. Bai Hemian was concentrating on looking at the daffodils, his pink fingertips running on the white petals, as if worried that the branches would break in the next second , I dare not use it at all.

"He Mian." Feng Qisong's heart felt slightly hot.

"Second Brother Feng." Bai Hemian raised his head following the sound, with starlight in his eyes.

They took many more photos, abruptly developing "taking a photo to be pasted on the marriage certificate" into "taking a whole set of wedding photos", and even took time to decide such trivial matters as how many photos to hang in the bedroom.

Bai Hemian seemed to be in a much better mood, he stopped mentioning the bandits, sat on a chair, and waited anxiously for the photos to be developed.

"It's impossible to hang it on the wall directly after washing." Feng Qisong draped the clothes over his shoulders for him, "Let's go home first."

Bai Hemian thought for a while, agreed, followed Feng Qisong back home, before he reached the bedroom, he suddenly covered his lower abdomen with an "ouch".

Feng Qisong was instantly alert: "Hemian!"

His eyeballs rolled around, he didn't say what was wrong with him, he just called out mournfully, Feng Qisong was concerned, he picked him up straight away, turned around and was about to run to the hospital.

But Bai Hemian straightened up suddenly, and broke away from Feng Qisong's hand: "It's all right."

"Hemian?"

"I'm afraid I was shocked by the wind." Young Master Bai leisurely swayed for two steps, and suddenly jumped on the spot.

Feng Qisong's heart suddenly lifted, and he raised his hand to hug him again.

Bai Hemian had made up his mind, he stopped messing around, but hugged Feng Qisong's neck, and leaned over to catch his breath.His breath was hot and humid, lingering behind Erge Feng's ears, like a newborn kitten.

"Second Brother Feng, I'm fine." Bai Hemian said softly, "I'm really fine."

But Feng Qisong was not at ease, he didn't say anything that night, and the next day, in the name of looking after his legs, he invited old man Xun to his home again to help Bai Hemian diagnose his pulse.

Bai Hemian was wearing a lake-blue short jacket, flipping through the developed photos with one hand: "Qian Shan, let's take this one, go wash it up and make it bigger, it's just right to hang on the bedside in the bedroom."

Qian Shan cheerfully agreed, and took the photo handed over by Young Master Bai, knowing it well.

Mr. Xun also laughed along with him.

The warm wind blew on Bai Hemian's forehead, he pursed his lips to look at Feng Qisong, and met the more tender eyes.

"Second Master, telegram." The warm atmosphere was suddenly broken by whispers outside the window.

Bai Hemian raised his head suddenly, his heart pounded twice, and saw Feng Qisong take the telegram steadily, and nodded to Qian Shan imperceptibly, then slammed it down again.

Plasma splattered, and he smelled blood.

He knew that day would come eventually.