"You are you, she is her, you can't confuse me." Yun Boyan took this sentence and left without hesitation.

Feng Qingyang touched his nose, and a trace of thought slipped through his eyes...

He saved this god of death once.

But it was in a state of extreme unintentionality, and the two sides had almost no conversation. At that time, he said, "I will repay you," and disappeared. Feng Qingyang didn't care at all at that time. He didn't expect to touch him again.

I was still in my little sister's boudoir...

It is rumored that this god of death is not close to the female sex, so why would he meddle in other people's business this time?

He is known as the God of Death, but he is not the embodiment of Uncle Lei Feng...

After the examination, Dr. Liang finally confirmed that Fang Xiyan had just had fetal aura and would be able to take care of her for a few days.

There was no vigorous activity these days, so she prescribed some medicines for pregnancy relief and told Fang Xiyan to take it on time before leaving.

After all, Feng Qingyang was worried. He stayed at Fang Xiyan for most of the day. He called and asked someone to hire a maid with quick hands to serve Fang Xiyan's food and daily life. Everything was arranged. He was then

Get up and leave.

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The sunset melts gold, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyes large clouds red in the horizon, and even the pedestrians on the street seem to be covered in rays of rays.

Fang Xiyan sat at the table, stirring a cup of cappuccino in her hand unconsciously, but her eyes fell on the dyed red clouds in the distance through the glass window. The clouds were red, and there seemed to be a layer of gold edges around her.

In a trance, the cloud seemed to turn into a red shirt, and the cloud dyed with gold edges looked like the clouds under his feet when he often leaped into the clouds...

Yun Boyan saw that she was so obsessed with her eyes, and looked outside, but she didn't see anything like Ziwu Dingmao came. She gently buckled her finger on the table: "Xiyan, what are you looking at?"

Fang Xiyan came back to her senses. Her face was slightly pale, but she smiled: "The sunset is extremely beautiful, but it's near dusk, and the sunset is quite beautiful."

Yun Boyan: "..."

The sunset is indeed quite beautiful, but he often ignores it when he sees it.

He looked at Fang Xiyan, but he didn't expect that this little girl had a poetic and picturesque heart, but the poem had a depressed spirit. A little girl who was only twenty years old was so vicissitudes and a bit strange.

He took a sip of the coffee in front of him: "I prefer the night, the night is quiet, but people are more awake."

Fang Xiyan smiled: "You are the Dark Death God, of course you like the night." She knew from Feng Qingyang that this person was really the rumored Dark Death God...

When the eldest brother was leaving that day, he asked her to seize the opportunity earnestly, saying that the best-quality men like Yun Boyan who never gets close to women are really rare, and it is rare that he is interested in her, so she should throw it away.

Start a new life...

Fang Xiyan didn't expect to start a new relationship at this time, but the saying that never approached women touched her. Does a man who never approached women mean that he is a place?

Her spring dreams have become more and more frequent these days. She almost starts to dream when she falls asleep. Dreams must be spring dreams.

Every time she wakes up, she feels like she is having a fight with someone, and she is exhausted. Her dark circles are getting heavier and heavier...
Chapter completed!