Duanmu Yawang ran back to her room from Duanmu Liguang's room, "slammed" the door open, ran in and closed the door, panting, looking at the beautiful man who was practicing in her bed.

Gong Yulan is now entering Ding, if you call him at this time, if you disturb him, it will be easy to get confused.

So, leaning on the head of the bed to breathe by the bed, I didn't call him.

Gong Yulan closed his eyes and settled for a while before opening his eyes.

Gong Yulan just looked at her panting, and reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, "Why come back so soon, and I'm full?"

"I haven't started eating yet!" Duanmu Yawang knew that he loves to be clean, so he ducked, he reached out and touched the sweat on his forehead casually, with a bitter face: "Grandpa let me ask you to go over and eat together."

Gong Yulan stopped for a moment.

"I declare first, do you want to listen to me?"

Gong Yulan stopped blinking her purple eyes, so he didn't know why: "Huh?"

His eyelashes were long and thick and incredibly beautiful. After blinking Duanmu Yawang, he only felt like a feather flicking across his heart. It was itchy and crisp, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

When she touched her, Gong Yulan raised her lips and reached out to grab her hand, "What's the matter?"

"Aren't you not eating casually?" Duanmu Yawang wrinkled her nose, and met his eyes seriously, "You have to be patient with this quirk, don't let my grandfather think that you don't like eating with him. NS?"

He said, without waiting for him to speak, he frowned and looked at him: "It's uncomfortable to force you to eat if you don't want to eat. Why don't we talk to grandpa later? My grandpa is also a broad-minded person, and I should be able to understand."

Gong Yulan stayed silent, bowed his head, his eyelashes quivered.

"What's the matter?" Duanmuya saw him not speaking and did not respond, thinking that he suddenly didn't want to go, and her heart sank: "If you don't want to go..."

"I didn't." He reached out to hold her hand, and didn't look up, "Is this... an official meeting?"

Meet me officially?

It does not make sense?

Duanmu Yawang felt inexplicable, but before speaking, Gong Yulan got out of the bed and shouted: "Sanskrit!"

No one responded to the Brahma Sutra. Gong Yulan stopped shouting, and he flashed at the door, respectfully saying: "Old...the old slave is here."

"I want to see Grandpa Yawang." Gong Yulan looked at the Brahma Sutra and said, "You prepare."

The Brahma Sutra was taken aback, hesitated, and asked: "...Master, what kind of rules did you prepare?"

Gong Yulan's eyes became cold, "What do you think?"

The Brahma Scripture trembled all over, and hurriedly responded, "Yes, the old slave knows it, so let's do it."

"hurry up."

"Yes." The Brahma Sutra responded and disappeared.

Duanmu Yawang felt weird, and said angrily to Gong Yulan: "You haven't seen my grandfather before, and we just went to have a meal. Why are you so grand?"

Gong Yulan didn't say a word, bowed his head not knowing what he was thinking.

Duanmu Yawang was speechless and raised her forehead, "What's wrong with you, do you want to eat? If you go on like this, the food will soon be cold." Gong Yulan is good at everything, but sometimes he always reveals weirdness to people and things.

Very different from ordinary people.

"Wait too long, your grandpa will be upset, right?" He played with her hand and asked softly.

Duanmu Yawang shook his head: "Neither, my grandpa is open-minded and casual, and doesn't care too much about the rules."

Gong Yulan stopped pondering for a moment. He didn't know if he figured it out or what to do. He took Duanmu Yawang and said, "Vatican Sutra, take your time. Just prepare well. Don't rush."

After that, before Duanmu Yawang had a reaction, the two of them disappeared into her room swiftly.

For a flash, they had already arrived at the door of Duanmu Liguang's room.

His movements developed too fast, and Duanmu Yawang was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was about to enter Duanmu Liguang's room while pulling her, he pulled him: "You were still nervous just now, why all of a sudden..."

"It's nothing, I just want to understand something." Gong Yulan's purple eyes flashed, "We will be long in Japan."

Although Duanmu Yawang didn't know why he said that, she liked the word Fangchang in the future, and gently earned the hand held by Gong Yulan, and said: "Since the future is long in Japan, let go first. Grandpa sees it. good."

Gong Yulanzhi didn't let go, but calmly pulled Duan Muya in.

As soon as the two entered, Duanmu Liguang and the housekeeper looked over. When they saw Gong Yulan Zhi, although it was not the first time they saw each other, they were still shocked by his sharp edge.

"Ahem!" Duanmu Yawang let out a light cough, "Grandpa, here we are."

"Well, just come, just come." Duanmu Liguang returned to his senses, and then inadvertently swept his gaze to the hands held by the two of them, froze for a moment, but quickly moved his gaze away and smiled. Gong Yulan stopped saying, "Master Gongyu, please."

"Gong Yulan nodded, holding Duanmu Yawang expressionlessly and sat down opposite Duanmu Liguang, without saying a word.

Duanmu Yawang sighed helplessly, squeezed his hand, let him say at least two words, and saw Duanmu Liguang laughed, as if not suggesting at all, and said: "Since everyone is here. It’s too early, so let’s start eating."

"Yes, let's eat. Grandpa must have been hungry early." Duan Muya smiled, squeezed Gong Yulanzhi's hand, motioned him to let go, and said in heart language: "If you really don't like it, eat less. Don't force it."

Gong Yulan stopped looking down, without saying a word, but let go of his hand obediently.

Knowing that he was going to come here for dinner, I also served him dinner early and set the table and chopsticks.

He glanced at the bowl and chopsticks, then stretched out his hand to hold it.

Looking at it, Duan Muya picked up the greenest green vegetable on the chopsticks table into his bowl, and smiled crookedly: "This vegetable is cooked deliciously."

Meat has always been too turbid, and this vegetable should be okay.

Duanmu took a sharp look, and took a look at Duanmu Ya angeredly, "Yah, how can someone pick vegetables for someone who is picking vegetables?"

"He has a bad stomach recently. It's better to be lighter." Duanmu Yawang smiled and casually made an excuse, "Eating too much meat makes the stomach uncomfortable."

"So that's it." Duanmu Liguang expressed his understanding.

"Well, grandpa, you eat it." Duanmu Yawang obediently added the crystal barrel chicken he had just eaten for Duanmu Liguang. When he finished adding, he saw Gong Yulan reaching out to pick up the vegetables, and he was busy again. Green chopsticks, "eat this, eat this."

"Ahem!" Duanmu Liguang looked at Duanmu Yawang's movements, always feeling like he was feeding cows and grazing, and couldn't help saying: "Yah, let Gongyu do it yourself. People don't necessarily only eat this vegetable. Others have vegetables too."

Duanmu Yawang was about to speak, but Gong Yulan said lightly, "I'll do it myself."