"??"

Duanmu Qiyawang really didn't respond to what he was talking about for a while.

At this time, the steward led a few servants in with tea and snacks in his hand. He cautiously said: "Sorry, Miss Duanmu, I didn't make your friend feel at home. These teas are made with the water given by the son. These desserts..."

"You care about him!"

Duanmu Yawang was not polite at all, put one of the small snacks on the table from the steward's hand, and hummed, "Since he is so picky, he just doesn't eat it."

"Uh!"

The manager wiped his sweat, "Well, how is this embarrassing?"

"He is a guest, so many things, he doesn't know how to be embarrassed, so you don't have to be embarrassed."

The steward is at a loss.

The young man disagreed. He really didn't even look at the snacks, and poured the tea on his own.

He blew the hot tea, took a sip, frowned, and sighed, "It's a pity."

"To shut up."

Duan Muya looked at it and knew what he wanted to say, "If you don't like it, don't drink it."

"Why can't I drink the water I gave?"

"...Then shut up."

"You asked me to come here, just treat me like this?"

You think I want to do this to you, who told you to do this!

It's harder to serve than Duanmu Yawang!

Duanmu Yawang snorted coldly, thinking of his words just now, and his eyelids twitched, "Do those places you mentioned just now refer to the Goulan courtyard building?"

"Yes."

The boy nodded naturally, "Don't you want to take me to see and see?"

"Uh!"

The steward listened to the conversation between the two and said in a daze, "Gong, where do you want to go to Hooklan?"

"Huh huh." The young man nodded, "I'm not happy today, I want to be happy."

Duanmu Yawang was speechless to help her forehead. After all, the source of Linghu hadn't come back, and she really couldn't provoke him now.

Otherwise, he would have been thrown out long ago!

Manager took a deep breath and swallowed the foam, "Yes, but we don't have such a place in the polar region."

"what?"

Duanmu Yawang was surprised, "Isn't there any?"

"Yes." Guan Shi said embarrassingly: "Most of us in the polar regions are people with status, status, and spare money. How can they be short of money to sell their daughters, let them steal their lives, and do such improper things?"

"Right."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, "What about the middle and low areas of the high area?"

"some."

As the steward said, he asked Duanmu Yawang in disbelief: "Miss Duanmu, are you really going to such a place?"

"It's not that I'm going." Duanmu Yawang looked innocent, and pointed to the boy with her finger and said: "It's he who is going to be happy and happy." Not happy, she is not willing to return the source of Linghu to her!

"Forget it, don't go!"

The young man twisted his eyebrows, his face full of displeasure, "There should be a lot of stale air in such a place, I guess I couldn't help running out as soon as I entered."

Duanmu Yawang: "Trust me, your words are very self-knowledge."

The steward wiped a cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief, but the boy couldn't help asking, "Why haven't the food come yet?"

The steward said in a hurry, "Because everything has to be cleaned once, so everything has to be done again. If you are doing it, you will be able to get on it soon. Please wait a while, son."

Originally, there were some semi-cooked food in the kitchen. You only need to stir fry to have a few dishes to eat first. However, the servant brought a few buckets of water and said the customer’s request, so the dishes are ready. I can't serve it anymore.

Can only prepare again.

"I'm starving to death." The young man's handsome face was haunting.

"Who made you do so much?" Duan Mu Yawang was out of anger, waved her hand, and let the work go down.

The steward had to go back to the kitchen.

The young man hadn't had to eat, and he was reluctant to drink. He was obviously not in a good mood. Seeing Xiao Bailu hiding on Duanmu Yawang's side, he kept reducing his sense of existence, raised his eyebrows, and beckoned: "Come here."

Little Bailu's head shook like a rattle.

"Ah."

The boy sneered, "Why, I really order not to move you now?"

Duanmu Yawang frowned: "Why are you scaring him?"

"You want to control."

The boy was very childish and stared at the little white deer stubbornly.

The little white deer slumped his mouth, and walked over with a trembling calf.

As soon as he passed by, the boy pinched his face with both hands and rubbed it like a dough. "You have a good day. Your host suffers outside. You can see that you have grown white and tender. , Your master has lost weight."

The little white deer pouted and wanted to say that he was a little taller and looks better, and it doesn't touch any weight loss!

But he didn't dare to say a word, obediently let someone rub it round, and his cheeks were rubbed red.

The boy quickly let go, and he slumped on the chair like an uncle, thumped his shoulder and said, "I have a sore shoulder."

Little Bailu seemed to be used to it, and immediately stood behind the boy and beat the boy on the shoulder.

Duanmu Yawang: "..."

After beating his shoulders, the boy said that his legs were sore after walking for too long, and Xiao Bailu pinched his legs again.

Just like a foot-washing maid.

Duanmu Yawang felt that she really had nothing to say to Xiao Bailu, and couldn't help but ask: "You used to get along in the source of Linghu Lake, how did you get along?"

Before Xiao Bailu spoke, the young man who was served comfortably raised his eyelids and said: "You don't want to think I bully him. He relies on my spiritual power to become an adult. What good things do I have? , From time to time, he was a little bit, and the spirit water did not let him drink less. If ordinary people are grateful, but he is not grateful at all. With a new owner, he is partial. Can I order him to do something? "

"some."

Little Bailu retorted in a low voice, "Grateful."

"Then I asked you to squeeze my shoulders and beat your back to abuse you?"

"No." Little Bailu's voice was too small.

"Hmph, the dissatisfaction is all written on the face." After the boy finished speaking, he squeezed his little face again.

Duanmu Yawang looked at them like this and didn't bother to say anything.

Suddenly, the boy asked her: "Where is the water bag I gave you before, why didn't I see the source of Linghu?"

"That heavy water bag?"

"Yes."

"It's stored in the Qiankun bag." Duanmu Yawang asked, "I will show it to you?"

"No, you just leave it alone." The young man was very satisfied, sipped two cups of tea, and touched his belly very uncomfortably. "Why is the meal still not coming? I'm almost starving to death."

"I'm coming."

At this time, the steward just led the subordinates with the meal, and walked in hurriedly.

The meal was served, and the steward asked the boy to serve the meal, and the boy started to eat after he picked up the bowl.

He didn't want the little white deer to be in the way when he was eating, so he patted his head, "Okay, go back and sit down."

Little Bailu let out a long sigh of relief and returned to the original position to sit.

So Duanmu Yawang and Xiao Bailu watched the boy eat like this.

The steward remembered the boy's weird temperament, and didn't dare to ask more.

The boy had eaten this meal for about half an hour, and he had eaten all the dishes on the table before he hiccuped and put down his chopsticks.

"Now that I'm full, are you happy?" Duanmu Yawang couldn't help asking.

"Reluctantly interested."

When the boy said, he actually yawned and asked Duanmu Yawang: "This mansion is not small, there should be a place to live, right?"

Duanmu Yawang was surprised: "You want to live?"

"What's wrong with me wanting to live? The sky is getting dark. You came all the way, and you told me to leave now. Isn't it too harsh?" The boy said with a sneer: "Of course, if you don't want to return to Linghu Source, I can go now."

"I didn't say to drive you away."

Duanmu Yawang was very angry. After speaking, he called a servant from the door and told him to tell the steward that he would pack up a wing and let the young man live.

The servant hurried down to do it.

The next person left, Duanmu Yawang wanted to have a serious conversation with the teenager. Footsteps came from outside the door. Duanmu Yawang looked up and saw Ye Nongying and Fang Ruoxing appear outside the door.

"Miss Duanmu, you are really here."

Fang Ruoxing walked in by someone and said with a smile: "Miss Ye and I went to your wing and wanted to come out to have a meal with you. I found that there was no one in your wing, so I asked them to know that you were eating with a friend."

After speaking, she looked at the teenager.

A tall and thin boy, Mo was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with very good skin, a face that was so beautiful, and his temperament was very special.