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    Wan Yun was stunned, but refused to answer. He only said softly: "You are too cautious, we are just staying overnight"

    Feng Jian was already impatient and said sarcastically: "I'm not here for you to defend yourself. We'll use it for robbery later."

    Wan Yun was stunned again, and then he put the knife into her hand.

    "Don't show it at ordinary times, peeling apples or picking nails. But when you have to, remember to use it." Feng Jian frowned and said, "You probably don't know how to use a knife. It doesn't matter. This knife is sharp enough.  Protect yourself. Remember, even if the opponent has fallen, the tip of your knife must always be pointed at the opponent until your companion comes - understand?"

    Feng Jian originally wanted to say that when holding the knife, it is best to stab at key positions without shaking hands, but she changed her mind when she felt it was unrealistic.  The flowers in the greenhouse probably wouldn't have this kind of safety awareness even if they were torn apart.

    Wan Yun was still looking at him with big eyes, not sure whether he understood what he said.  After a while, she said: "I understand, but which house shall we start from?"

    Feng Jian passed her by with an expressionless face and continued walking forward with the box in hand.

    Wan Yun caught up with a smile, and at this moment, the two finally walked side by side.

    "Isn't this knife very expensive when you bought it?" she asked tentatively.

    Feng Jian snorted coldly: "Depending on how you describe it, at least when I bought it, I was willing to pay for it."

    Wan Yun weighed the heavy knife in her hand. This was probably the most special gift she had ever received, but no matter how expensive the gift was, her personality did not care much.  What Wan Yun felt a little startled just now was Feng Jian's tone when he said those words.

    Very peaceful, very stable, without any ups and downs, just like the appearance of the strange knife he sent. It is not sharp, not ruthless, but has a power that is so obvious that it suppresses everything. It is indescribable, as if the opponent can only hit the target after stabbing it.  Looking at the wound in disbelief, he fell to the ground completely in the next second.

    Long before Feng Jian observed her, Wanyun was also observing Feng Jian. Her vision was naturally much better than Feng Jian's.  Although men are habitually expressionless and usually have gloomy expressions, they are not deep and reserved people.  He is accustomed to treating everything as a transaction. He is very efficient and selfish. He is only willing to endure for the sake of profit. He is so pragmatic that it is annoying¡ª¡ª

    Feng Jian, who has the above shortcomings, is unexpectedly a very natural person.

    People who work hard from the bottom tend to go to two extremes, extreme luxury or extreme stinginess.  Feng Jian prefers the latter, but it is obviously special.

    He is just resisting.

    Feng Jian believes that poverty is not something that damages his self-esteem. He believes that money should not be squandered casually. He believes that there is no need to invest money in boring clothes. He believes that spending in moderation is enough - no matter how much or how little you earn, no matter how much you earn,  Whether he is a poor boy or a billionaire at this moment, this man's lifestyle is still restrained, simple and slightly casual.

    Accumulating money is just a rewarding process of fully enjoying loneliness, but no matter the money now, the life in the past, or even the rights in the future, it seems that they are not strong enough to change Feng Jian.

    Wan Yun remembered that ten years ago, someone helped him block the hot soup.  The four eyes looked at each other, which should not be the gaze of a waiter looking at a customer.  Slightly mocking, careless, insightful, completely disrespectful, and then let her go.  It was clearly her fault, but he took responsibility silently.

    Ten years later, the waiter's situation and status have undergone earth-shaking changes.  But something remains intact.

    It seems that Feng Jian was just looking for the quickest opportunity to enter the social circle by marrying a daughter from a famous family.  And the reason why he wants to integrate into this circle is just to maximize profits for his company.  Feng Jian knew very well who he was and what he wanted. Even when he was paying for his expensive clothes, his eyes were admiring her while showing strong disapproval.

    Like ten years ago, Feng Jian still failed to hide his disdain perfectly.  In essence, he looked down on her, looked down on He Long, looked down on anyone in their Li family.

    Wan Yun said to Feng Jian: "Are you willing to give me this knife?"

    Feng Jian gave away the knife that she had loved for many years. At this moment, she kept curling her lips sadly, and only sneered: "When did Miss Li have so little confidence in your appearance?" Then she frowned and said, "Just treat it as a gift in return for giving me a broken necklace.  .¡±

    ¡ª¡ªThe man who is so proud that he expresses it stingily, the man who has obviously compromised but actively refused the marriage at the last moment, the man who clearly disagrees but lacks the desire to control men - this is Feng Jian.

    Wan Yun smiled and put the knife away.

    The two finally stayed in a farmer's house. They were an old couple. The eldest son went out to work, and the younger son was still in junior high school. He was tall and tall.He looks like a boy, thin and tall.  When the young man saw Wan Yun, his face turned red and his eyes drooped.

    The old woman squinted her eyes and looked at the two of them: "Is it enough to tidy up one bedroom?"

    Feng Jian was about to blurt out "two", but when he thought that he had just handed someone a knife and then kicked Wan Yun into another house to sleep alone in the mountains, it was not good, so he had to nod.

    When entering the room, Feng Jian explained: "The situation tonight is special, let's make do with it, I have no intention on you. For the sake of safety." But in his heart, he thought that the boy before was probably not brave enough to peek at the beauty at night, so he still felt that he should do it.  Two rooms are good.

    Wan Yun paused: "It's okay, I'm ready anyway."

    Feng Jian was putting down his luggage and looking at the bedroom with a frown.  The equipment in the room in the mountainous area is rudimentary, the only electrical appliance is the light bulb above the head, and the mattress has a strange smell.  Although he was a poor young man, he grew up in the city and was not very adaptable.

    He stood in front of the table, frowned, poured himself water, and asked casually: "What have you prepared?"

    Wan Yun said calmly: "The bridal chamber."

    Feng Jian's entire mouthful of hot water was choked in his throat. He almost shed tears in front of a woman for the first time in his life. He swallowed the hot water with difficulty and couldn't help but raise his head and glare at her.

    But the perpetrator continued to look at him and continued to say in that calm tone: "But you didn't bring any change of clothes, you didn't have enough backup, and you were staying at someone else's house, so let's forget it for today."

    Feng Jian was so shocked and angry that she almost yelled, "I haven't said I'm willing to have a wedding yet."  But thinking that this was someone else's house, thinking that this rejection was more suitable for a shy girl, I held it back, but I was obviously very angry.

    "I'm talking about Li Wanyun, can you" Feng Jian swallowed his breath. He was simply too confused by the ladies trained by the upper class society. "Is this the upbringing in your circle?"

    Wan Yun raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, after your last reminder, I thought you preferred the straightforward type."

    Feng Jian¡¯s face was gloomy and she couldn¡¯t even force out a fake smile.

    This was the second time today and the countless times since getting married that he felt headache, despair, anger, embarrassment, helplessness, and all kinds of strange but apparently insignificant emotions.

    "Yes, I like straightforward people, but I don't like people who say everything so bluntly." Finally, Feng Jian said sadly, "You are not me!"

    Wan Yun couldn¡¯t help but laugh.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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