Chapter 1821

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Duanmu qiyawang really didn't react for a moment. What did he say.

At this time, the steward led several servants in with tea and snacks in his hands. He said cautiously: "I'm sorry, Miss Duanmu, I didn't make your friend feel at home. These tea were soaked with the water given to the childe, and these desserts..."

"You care about him!"

Duanmu yawang was not polite at all. He put one of the dishes of snacks on the table from the steward's hand and hummed: "since he's so selective, he won't eat it."

"Er!"

The steward wiped his sweat, "this, how does this mean?"

"He is a guest. There are so many things that he doesn't know. Sorry, you don't have to be sorry."

The steward was at a loss.

The boy didn't think so. If he didn't even look at the snacks, he poured tea and drank it.

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

"Shut up."

Duanmuya looked and knew what he wanted to say. "Don't drink if you don't like it."

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

"... then shut up."

"You asked me to come here and treat me like this?"

You think I want to do this to you. Who calls you such a thing!

It's more difficult to serve than Duanmu yawang!

Duanmu Ya looked at Leng hum and thought of his words just now. His eyelids jumped, "don't you mean the GouLan courtyard building in those places you just said?"

"Yes."

The boy nodded naturally, "don't you want to take me to see it?"

"Er!"

The steward listened to their conversation and said blankly, "Sir, do you want to go to those places?"

"HMM." the boy 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 didn't come back. She really can't provoke him now.

Otherwise, he would have been thrown out!

The steward took a deep breath and swallowed the foam. "But we don't have such a place in the polar region."

"Eh?"

Duanmu yawang was surprised, "didn't he?"

"Yes." the steward said awkwardly, "most of us in the polar region are people with status and spare money. Where can we lack money to sell our daughter and let her live in such an inappropriate way?"

"That's right."

Duanmu Ya looked and nodded, "what are the differences between the high area, the middle area and the low area?"

"Yes."

The steward said and asked Duanmu yawang incredulously, "Miss Duanmu, do you really want to go to such a place?"

"I'm not going." duanmuya looked innocent on her face and pointed to the young man with her fingers. "He's going to be happy." she's not happy and doesn't want to return the source of Linghu to her!

"Forget it, don't go!"

The boy frowned and looked unhappy. "There should be a pile of turbid gas in such a place. I guess I couldn't help running out as soon as I went in."

Duanmu yawang: "believe me, you know yourself very well."

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

The steward hurriedly said: "because all things need to be cleaned uniformly, all things need to be done again. What is being done will be available soon. Please wait a moment, childe."

Originally, there were some semi cooked food in the kitchen. You only need to stir fry to have several dishes to eat first. However, the servant brought a few buckets of water and said the guest's requirements. Therefore, those dishes can't be served when they are ready.

We have to prepare again.

"I'm starving." the handsome young man's face shriveled.

"Who let you do so many things." Duanmu yawang was not angry, waved and let the steward go on.

The steward had to go back to the kitchen.

The boy didn't have to eat and drink. He was obviously in a bad mood. Seeing the little white deer hiding on the side of Duanmu yawang, he kept reducing his sense of existence. He picked his eyebrows and waved, "come here."

The little white deer's head shook like a rattle.

"Oh."

The boy sneered, "why, I really don't command you now?"

Duanmuya looked and frowned, "what are you scaring him for?"

"I want you to take care of it."

The boy was so childish that he stared at the little white deer stubbornly.

The little white deer went by with a flat mouth and trembling legs.

As soon as he passed, the boy grabbed his face with both hands and rubbed it like rubbing dough. "Your childhood is really good. Your master suffers outside. You see, you are white and tender, but your master is thin."

The little white deer pouted and wanted to say that it was a little taller and better looking. It had nothing to do with losing weight!

But he dared not say a word. Obediently, he let people rub flat and round, and his cheeks were rubbed red.

The boy soon released his hand. He limped on the chair like an uncle, beat his shoulder and said, "my shoulder is sour."

The little white deer seemed to be used to it. He immediately stood behind the boy and beat his shoulder.

Duanmu yawang: "

After beating his shoulder, the boy said that his legs were sour after walking too long, and the little white deer was pinched up again.

Like a Footwashing maid.

Duanmu yawang felt that he really didn't have to say to the little white deer. He couldn't help asking, "that's how you got along in the source of Linghu before?"

Before the little white deer could speak, the young man who was served comfortably raised his eyelids and said: "Don't think I bully him. He can only become an adult by relying on my spiritual power. I have something good. He doesn't drink less from time to time. If ordinary people are sure to be grateful, he doesn't have a sense of gratitude. With a new master, he's biased. I can't order him to do anything?"

"Yes."

The little white deer retorted, "grateful."

"Did I ask you to pinch my shoulder and beat my back to abuse you?"

"No." the little white deer's voice couldn't be lower.

"Hum, discontent is written on his face." the boy said and pinched his little face again.

Duanmuya looked at them like this and didn't bother to say it.

Suddenly, the teenager asked her, "what about the water bag I gave you before? Why didn't I see it at the source of Linghu lake?"

"That heavy water bag?"

"Yes."

"It's in the heaven and earth bag." Duanmu yawang asked, "I'll take it out for you?"

"No, you can just put it." the young man was very satisfied. He sipped two cups of tea and felt his stomach. "Why don't the meals come yet? I'm starving."

"Coming, coming."

At this time, the steward happened to lead the servant to carry the meal and hurried in.

When the meal was served, the steward asked someone to fill the boy with rice. The boy picked up the bowl and began to eat.

He disliked the little white deer for getting in the way, so he patted him on the head, "OK, go back and sit."

The little white deer breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in its original position.

So Duanmu yawang and the little white deer watched the boy eat.

The steward thought of the boy's strange temperament and dared not ask more questions. If he continued, people would prepare more food.

After eating this meal for about half an hour, the boy finished all the dishes on the table before he burped and put down his chopsticks.

"Since you're full, are you happy?" Duanmu yawang couldn't help asking.

"Reluctantly a little interested."

When the young man said this, he yawned and asked Duanmu yawang, "this mansion is not small. Should there be a place to live?"

Duanmu yawang was surprised: "are you going to live?"

"What's the matter with me? It's dark. You came all the way here. Is it too harsh for you to let me go now?" the teenager said with a sneer: "of course, if you don't want to go back to the source of Linghu lake, I can go now."

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

Duanmu yawang was very angry. After that, he recruited a servant from the door and asked him to tell the steward to pack up a wing and come out to live with the boy.

The servant hurried down to do it.

When the servant left, Duanmu yawang wanted to have a serious talk with the young man. Footsteps came from outside the door. Duanmu yawang looked up and saw that night nongying and Fang ruoxing appeared outside the door.

"Miss Duanmu, you are really here."

Fang ruoxing was carried in by someone and said with a smile: "Miss ye and I went to your wing room and wanted to find you to come out for dinner. We found that there was no one in your wing room. After asking, we knew you were eating with your friends."

Then she looked at the boy.

A tall, thin boy, about 16 or 17 years old, with very good skin, a beautiful face and a special temperament, he is hardly like the immortal childe who can be raised in the world.