Chapter 616 616. Props
While thinking, Ye Lidongjun turned his head to look at the three people not far away.
Freya's fishtail burgundy evening dress is noble and elegant, and it is eye-catching.
Ye Lidongjun smiled faintly and said, "Xiaoya, this dress really suits you."
Freya's face was calm, her beautiful red eyes cold. "After the birthday party, quickly deal with that evil follower Xia Feng. Tomorrow I plan to report to the First District, and I don't want to encounter any more accidents along the way."
"Of course, it's not difficult to deal with that evildoer."
Ye Lidongjun nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze to Xia Feng who was standing respectfully behind Freya, and said calmly:
"Before the birthday party is over, I hope to see the four-season system of Gardenia Garden running again. Can you do it?"
Xia Feng bowed his head respectfully, placed his right hand on his abdomen and bowed slightly, "Don't worry, Mr. Dongjun."
His current identity is an officer of the Yama Legion, the son-in-law of the Yeli royal family, and he has met Yeli Dongjun several times.
The spiritual weapon he possesses is [N-level Flower Farmer's God Hand]
As long as there is enough lepton, the four seasons will change in an area, and the flowers in this area will mutate and evolve into various beautiful postures and emit various pleasant fragrances.
However, it can only be used on ordinary flowers and cannot be applied to spiritual materials.
But its practicality in daily life is actually quite high.
Ye Lidongjun's garden of gardenias was created by a master flower grower.
According to the plan, Kenshin secretly and deliberately destroyed the Four Seasons System of Gardenia Garden, so he had a reason to let Xia Feng enter here in disguise.
"There are many distinguished guests tonight, Leia, let's go." The young man in the wheelchair said with a smile.
"The party hasn't started yet."
Freya walked slowly to the French window, looked out at the starry night sky, and said calmly, "You go first, I'll come when the time comes."
Seeing this, Ye Lidongjun didn't say anything more. He knew that Xiaoya didn't like such aristocratic social occasions, and he had long been accustomed to Xiaoya's cold attitude that kept people at a distance.
But he was not angry. After all, once the matter was settled tonight, Freya would truly feel his love.
"Then you should have a good rest first." Ye Lidongjun said this with a calm expression and a warm and caring voice, then he walked out the door with Jianxin pushing his wheelchair.
Xia Feng bowed his head respectfully and stepped aside.
He didn't look up until the wheelchair slid out of the high door. Kenshin turned around, his phoenix eyes fixed on him, as he slowly closed the silver double doors.
Xia Feng opened the Eye of Deconstruction and continued to watch Kenshin pushing the wheelchair-bound young man disappear into the darkness of the corridor.
“Da—da—”
The slender high heels made a crisp sound on the ground, and Xia Feng turned around.
Freya stepped onto the gravel path and walked slowly towards the depths of the garden, saying calmly:
"Follow me."
Xia Feng was confused, but still followed silently.
The wine red fishtail long skirt highlights the figure very well, tightening the willow waist of Teacher Fu, and the rounded buttocks are full of elasticity.
"Click——" the high heels stopped suddenly.
Xia Feng silently turned his eyes away.
The slender high heels continued to move forward.
She walked gracefully, her narrow fishtail skirt with a side slit dragging on the gravel road, and her long, slender, white legs were faintly visible against the backdrop of the burgundy fabric.
I have to say that this gardenia garden is quite large.
After walking for a long time, we pushed aside the leaves and saw a clear view ahead.
It looks like a luxurious living room nestled among forest flowers.
There are classical European sofas, coffee tables, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and an inlaid fireplace with a quietly burning fire.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows is a semicircular platform, on which stands a high-backed chair that looks solemn and noble.
It looks like a throne.
Xia Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, passed the throne, and looked down. He could see the bustling banquet hall. Jian Xin was pushing Ye Lidongjun into the hall.
Everyone around bowed respectfully.
Xia Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at Freya again.
Teacher Fu had already sat down elegantly on the sofa, her long legs crossed under her slit red skirt, her chest crossed, her brows furrowed as she stared at Xia Feng.
Xia Feng blinked: "Teacher, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
"Change back to your original appearance. You look weird in disguise." Freya pursed her lips.
"Oh, okay." Xia Feng dropped his disguise and returned to his original form.
The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.
Xia Feng stood not far from the sofa, silently looking into Freya's cold and beautiful red eyes.
"Teacher, next"
Xia Feng was about to speak when Freya took out a photo and pushed it on the coffee table: "According to the plan formulated by Ye Lidongjun's personality, when Ye Lidongjun returns, he needs to see a scene similar to this."
Xia Feng glanced at it.
It was like a scene taken from an unspeakable anime, with the heroine sitting on the hero's lap with her legs slit open, and the sofa and the floor were all crystal clear and white.
But the heroine was still covered with bedding, and only her calves in a duck-sitting position could be seen.
Freya took out two more test tubes filled with crystal and white liquid and placed them on the coffee table: "These are props for the performance."
Xia Feng glanced at him and rubbed his chin: "Will he believe this?"
"If you don't go into the details, you should believe it at least at first glance." Freya said calmly.
"Um"
Xia Feng responded softly, and the atmosphere became quiet again.
The two of them once again locked in a strange stare.
Xia Feng blinked and mused, "I don't know when he will be back. Freya, how about we get ready first?"
"?" The woman in the wine-red fishtail skirt raised an eyebrow in displeasure, "You are so disrespectful! Call me teacher!"
"Okay, teacher." Xia Feng walked straight forward.
Freya's heart suddenly tightened, but the expression on her cold and beautiful face remained unchanged. She pursed her lips and said nothing.
Xia Feng sat down next to Freya, then patted his thigh and said seriously, "Teacher, please sit down."
"." Freya looked at Xia Feng's serious expression, and the simple black pupils of a gentleman.
She was also a role model. She stood up calmly, bent down, and casually tore open the side slit of her skirt that reached her knees, directly to her thighs.
When she bent down, the red cloth was stretched tight around her round buttocks, fitting perfectly and attracting attention right in front of Xia Feng.
Xia Feng didn't avoid looking away, just stared silently.
After tearing the slit, Freya turned around and looked at the student in front of her with her beautiful eyes. A black crystal hairpin tied her wine-red hair up high, and her cold temperament was still noble and elegant.
Xia Feng looked up, admiring the woman's clothing up close: "Teacher Fu, this outfit of yours is indeed different from the cold and stern feeling you get when you wear your martial arts uniform."
"Why, do you think this outfit looks more beautiful today?"
"How could that be?" Xia Feng shook his head and said seriously, "Teacher Fu, you were always very beautiful, but today's outfit only highlights your intellectual elegance."
Freya knelt on the sofa with her long legs spread apart with the thighs of the student in front of her as the dividing line. She put her slender hands on Xia Feng's shoulders and frowned condescendingly.
".At such a young age, you're still so smooth-talking!"
(End of this chapter)
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