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Chapter 1995 The Son of an Old Man

In the room, Ye Fan smiled lightly.

That bright smile is like the warm sunshine in winter.

At that moment, Yu Yun's heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly started to stir.

She was stunned there, speechless for a long time.

In his eyebrows, only Mark's bright smile remained.

Pure, like the sky after the rain, without any color.

In so many years, this may be the purest sentence she has heard.

It’s not for disputes, it’s not for profit, and there’s no unworthy purpose.

Some of them are just simple kindness towards her.

However, facing Ye Fan's kind words and advice, Yu Yun finally shook her head.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

From the moment she set foot on this road of no return, Yu Yun's life no longer belonged to her.

Who doesn’t want to laugh at life every day?

However, in her position, if she wants to command the world, she must treat others with coolness and show her dignity.

"Okay, it's time."

"Take off your clothes and go to bed."

Yu Yun didn't seem to want to talk about these things anymore, so she turned around and walked to the bed to start preparing for cultivation.

Ye Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the sound.

Such charming and ambiguous words were spoken by the woman in front of him, and Ye Fan only felt solemn and cold.

"This woman is really a piece of ice that cannot be melted away."

After laughing, Ye Fan had no more nonsense.

After three strokes, five divided by two, he took off his clothes very skillfully, then blindfolded his eyes, quickly climbed into bed like a little sheep, and "obediently" waited for Yu Yun's "lucky arrival".

"Master, please have mercy!"

Ye Fan deliberately put on a shy look, and then imitated a woman's voice and said "coquettishly".

"Go to hell~"

Ye Fan was obviously teasing Yu Yun on purpose.

Sure enough, Yu Yun's pretty face turned red at that moment, like a ripe peach, as delicate as a drop of beauty.

Then, in shame and anger, he drew his sword angrily and vowed to chop this shameless thing alive.

"Cough cough cough~"

"Miss Yu, I'm just kidding."

....

"Fuck~"

"Are you really going to cut it?"

.....

"stop!"

"If you come again, I will tell everyone about the mole on your chest~"

....

Only Ye Fan could make such a shameless threat.

However, there is no other way, my life is at stake.

What's more, Ye Fan had no intention of seeing Yu Yun's body in the restricted area of ​​Tangmen.

There is no intention to tarnish other people's names.

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"Um?"

"Old lady, is there anyone at home?"

Although Yu Yun's boudoir is separated from the main hall by several rooms.

However, Yu Yun's voice of shame and anger was so clear that Lu Tianhe and others, who were reminiscing in the room, naturally heard it.

Lu Tianhe couldn't help but be curious, and immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

After all, he had been stationed here for many years before, and the old lady was almost always alone in this Chu family's old residence, and it was rare to see outsiders staying.

Now that I hear it, I naturally feel curious and surprised.

The old lady smiled and said, "My old friend's son will stay here for a few days."

"Ignore it."

The old lady said calmly.

Lu Tianhe nodded. Seeing that the old lady didn't say much, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, old lady, it's getting late."

"Shaohong and I will go back first."

“I’ll come visit you again when I’m free someday.”

"I'm sorry for bothering you about what I'm going to tell you today."
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