Di Jiye looked at Yuan Feiyu silently. Well, his figure seemed to be better than before, his chest was bigger and rounder, but his waist seemed more delicate than before. It should be the effect of the best golden holy clothes. His eyes were thrown towards Yuan Feiyu's pair of small fat carrot legs, which were very strong. Thinking of the strong pleasure brought by these legs when they were clamped against his waist, Di Jiye lowered his eyes slightly, allowing his long and eyelashes to conceal his heart. He clamped his tail with force.

Yuan Feiyu didn't pay attention to Di Jiye's vulgar mentality at all. When she was trying the dishes, she looked the most focused. She pursed her rosy little mouth, her curved eyes lit up, and her white face looked very cute, and she served a bowl for Di Jiye and also a bowl herself. Well, she would drink such a top-quality broth when she got up. It was so happy.

After drinking two bowls, Yuan Feiyu said that his stomach was full. Di Jiye touched her in person with concern, probably satisfied. He stopped caring about her and continued to eat and drink. Seeing that the soup in the pot was getting less and less, Yuan Feiyu said tangledly: "Well, should you leave some for your son and wife? That, and there are some for your friends."

Di Jiye lowered his head and ignored her.

Yuan Feiyu's heart is ten thousand grasses, horses and beasts are running wildly. Damn, Qiu Xiaobao is your son, you don't even give him some soup. Is there anyone who is a father like this? When you were still a mixed-blood demon, you really looked like a prospective father. Now that your body has become a beast, your heart has become a beast. [

Seeing the soup drop little by little, Yuan Feiyu couldn't stand it, so he begged again.

"That, leave some for him."

Di Jiye gave her a blank look, her eyes were cold, like all the carnivorous males who protected food. Whoever dared to make a decision about food would be ready to die.

Yuan Feiyu is so resentful, so stingy!

Di Ji had enough food and drink at night, packed up his things, and carried Yuan Feiyu back.

Qiu Xiaobao was still leaning over the door of the house. The Golden Winged Man was depressed. For Mao Di Ji Ye, this guy is so smart, has such a good companion, has such a good son, has such a good talent for cultivation, and is assimilating so smoothly. He can even make soup? He doesn't give him a drop of soup. Woo... it's too much. But he is obviously even taller than Di Ji Ye, but because of Di Ji Ye's aura, he dare not fight back. Ti Ming was so upset.

When Di Jiye was the fourth prince, he could only be a friend, but as the Golden Winged Man, Di Jiye was the quasi-class leader, his immediate superior, and the object he had to protect with his life. He could not ignore him. Huh huh huh...

"I really want to eat it, Su..."

"Su..."

"Su..."

The three foodies were all sucking.

Di Jiye held Yuan Feiyu and seemed to have not seen these three people at all. He went back to his hut and naturally reached out to his hut, so that someone could make trouble when the business was done in a while.

Yuan Feiyu said inexplicably when he was thrown into the bird's nest: "I just got up, I was very energetic and didn't want to sleep."

When he saw Di Jiye's golden eyes bright and flashing, he said guiltily: "Look, Qiu Xiaobao hasn't eaten yet, I'll make some soup for him, okay?"

Di Jiye lowered his body and lay above her
Chapter completed!