Chapter 1202 (1/2)

”Well. Good. ” The wind Jie Ao is satisfied, however, thought of what, hastily again way, ”don't bring white evening to come back.”

Don't forget the wind.

They don't want to see white night.

Therefore, I don't want the wind Che night to return to the main house for lunch.

Of course, the most important thing is that hualinglong doesn't want to bring Baixi back with the wind.

”Well.”

Fengche night agreed.

Now, angry and disappointed with Bai Xi, he will not take Bai Xi back to lunch.

Think of this, wind Che night pick eyebrows, move, walk toward the hall door.

When they saw him, they were all shocked and astonished.

”Young master.”

First of all, the housekeeper came back to God and rushed out to meet him, calling respectfully to him.

Wind Che night gently nodded to respond.

In the hall.

Hualinglong, who came down from the upstairs, looked at the table full of delicious food, picked her eyebrows, and doubtfully asked Feng Jie Ao, who was sitting on the sofa, ”how can the dishes be so rich today?”

”Guess?”

Wind Jie Ao laugh, you ask.

”You They are all our favorite dishes for the night. ”

Hua Linglong doubts, and then looks at the dishes on the table, and suddenly finds that almost all of them are Fengche's favorite food at night. He can't help but ask in doubt.

”Oh.” Feng Jie Ao smile on the face more Sheng, ”also have you love to eat.”

”Well. That's true

Hua Linglong looked at it and found that there were dishes she loved to eat.

”You haven't told me why the food is so rich today?”

She thinks of this question, looks to the wind Jie Ao, doubts to ask again.

”Ao ye, ma'am, young master is back.”

At this time, the housekeeper came in happily and said to them.

Hualinglong a Zheng, wind Che night back, is it possible?

The wind Jie Ao then a pair already knew the appearance, is not surprised at all.

Wind Che night walked into the hall, looked at the flower Linglong, and looked at the wind Jie Ao, cold face, no words, straight toward them.

”Night.” Flower Ling long return to God, looking at the wind Che night, happy, ”you come back?”