lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,After sending away a group of troublesome people, Zhou Yi put his belongings into a black backpack and took out the hot dishes from the kitchen. He sat in the yard and ate them up. Over the years, he had developed the habit of cooking for himself. Not long after, he finished his meal.,In the misty mountains and waters, the child stood in the courtyard, like a pine tree covered in snow, making people unable to look directly.。