Chapter 903 (1/2)

Dong Wenfeng rested in the villa for three days after the first World War of Dong's hotel. As usual, Shen Bingyan did not want to have disputes with other women of Dong Wenfeng, so he followed Taoist priest Baimei back to the huangpizi Taoist temple.

Zhuan sun Tanghua fought with Dong Wenfeng, but they were also physically damaged. Later, they also slipped away, but Shen Bingyan was unable to avenge the feud.

The most sad thing is that the hundred disabled Taoist priest was so angry at Dong's hotel for his decades of cultivation. In the final analysis, his favorite little disciple actually left himself on the way and ran away. He died with his last breath.

Dong Wenfeng shook and stretched, but behind him came a burst of quick but pleasant female voice.

Dong Wenfeng looked back and saw song Xiaoyun's girl running towards him gracefully. Because the running was too violent, a pair of small and white rabbits in front of the chest also shook constantly, protruding and forming moving curves one after another. It made Dong Wenfeng feel dry and hot all over.

Since the little girl learned to dress up with Murong and Tong Waner, her beauty has become more and more beautiful and moving. The frost and snow skin scattered a faint light under the sun, coupled with the little girl's natural perfect figure, it's really fascinating and not worth your life! Dong Wenfeng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of water.

Song Xiaoyun came to Dong Wenfeng, panting. Her bright, white and white forehead was full of fine beads of sweat, and her plump chest was trembling, which was very attractive.

Dong Wenfeng took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully helped song Xiaoyun wipe the sweat off her face, smiled kindly and asked, ”sister Yun, what can I do for you?”

Song Xiaoyun had moved to Dong Wenfeng's villa and manor, and even old song was lucky to move in.

At the moment, he can't call Lao song. He already has another identity, that is manager song, the person in charge of Hechuan Dong's hotel. Qu Jianghai's scum has been expelled, and Lao song is the only one who bears the brunt of the crisis, so Dong Wenfeng has always been grateful for this credit. If he had not been there, I was afraid that the loss of Dong's hotel would basically be equivalent to several hundred million, so Dong Wenfeng used his ”private right” to give Lao song the post.

Dong Wenfeng's considerate but intimate behavior made song Xiaoyun feel sweet, and her pretty face was full of blushes. Song Xiaoyun's small head bowed for a long time before she summoned up the courage to raise her head and said softly, ”brother Wenfeng, thank you for wiping my sweat.”

”Sister yun'er, it's nothing to mention.” Dong Wenfeng responded disapprovingly, looking like a gentleman. But a pair of uneasy eyes revolved around the perfect figure of the little girl in front of him.

Song Xiaoyun naturally noticed the young master's red Luoluo gaze. Her face turned red to her ears and her head dropped to her chest. She was very shy. What I had to say to him was completely forgotten for a moment.

”Sister yun'er, I haven't seen her for a few days, but she is becoming more and more beautiful. I don't know which childe is blessed, ha ha...” Dong Wenfeng followed song Xiaoyun to the beach. He was idle and flirted with him. His face was dignified, as if such frivolous words didn't come from his mouth at all.

Song Xiaoyun was so angry that two rosy clouds flew up on her face. She blushed shyly. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito hum and said, ”brother Wenfeng, you are getting worse and worse. You should tease people so much.”