The little ancestor who was abducted by Qi Ye

Man Tingfang.

It took He Peijiu a lot of effort to put the girl who was not very quiet after answering the phone into the bedroom.

Sister Fang followed up to help, and only after cleaning up Jiang Nian's side did He Peijiu drive him away.

"Go and make her something to eat, she didn't eat anything just to drink."

Sister Fang agreed, took a look at his face, closed the door from the bedroom, and met Uncle Xiang at the corner of the stairs.

"How is Miss Jiang, are you okay?" Uncle Xiang asked, worried about Jiang Nian.I don't know where Qiye took him, but he was drunk when he came back.

How can you drink at such a young age?

"Uncle Xiang, Master Qi treats Miss Jiang...unusually."

"See no evil, go and do your work."

Would he not be able to see that Master Qi was unusual to Miss Jiang?How many years Uncle Xiang has served Qi Ye in Siji Yunding, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he grew up watching him.

No matter what, Qi Ye knew that it was a good thing to care about girls.

It doesn't matter if it's small, obedient and well-behaved, and being in Qiye's mind is the most important thing.

Anyway, Uncle Xiang liked the little girl Jiang Nian very much in his heart, so he didn't think too much about going upstairs with honey water, and knocked on the bedroom door, and He Peijiu was guarding by the bed.

"Master Qi, let Miss Jiang drink a glass of honey water."

He tilted his head and took it, not intending to put his hand on others, "I'll just take care of her, and you are busy with your work."

Uncle Xiang stepped back in response, and smiled cheerfully when he took him to the door.

He Peijiu tasted the temperature of the honey water first, and it was just right for her to drink. She bent down and rubbed her cinnabar-red earlobes lovingly, "Niannian, get up and drink some honey water."

Jiang Nian didn't moan or whine, but just sat up dazedly, staring at the end of the bed, wondering what he was thinking, He Peijiu brought the honey water to her lips.

"Hey, have a drink."

Jiang Nian didn't move and was still looking at the end of the bed, then suddenly reached out and pushed the water glass away, crawled to the end of the bed in an extremely cute movement, and stared at a certain place at the end of the bed.

"What's wrong." He Peijiu followed, but didn't see anything from the end of the bed.

Jiang Nian narrowed his eyes, jumped out of the bed without saying a word, staggered and swayed, frantically fending off He Peijiu's supporting hand, and walked around the room by himself without saying a word.

The room is so big, I searched and searched and couldn't find it, I scratched my head twice and came to the bed in a daze, looked vainly and scratched a few times before picking up the phone, poking it anyway, I found the number but didn't dial it , stick it to the ear.

"Brother." She called out, sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered her head, "...where is my scarf!"

After a long time looking for a scarf?
He Peijiu had no choice but to sit down next to her, rubbed her drooping head, put her arms around her soft waist and brought her into her arms, raised her chin slightly with two fingers, and whispered to her ear, "Every year, now don't Go out, let's find a scarf tomorrow, okay?"

"I can't find the original, I'll buy you a new one."

"Ok?"

Breath entangles the distance of breath.

Jiang Nian's eyes were vacant, soaked in water, and the flushed eyes offset He Peijiu's eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly, shook her head reluctantly for a while, because she was hot all over, and struggled a few times uncomfortably.

"You can't buy a new one, it's... Uncle's scarf."

"Ok?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nian would say this, He Peijiu was taken aback for a moment, and then she heard her muttering again, leaning against his arms, holding the phone very seriously.

"Brother, scarf, where did you put the scarf!"

"Uncle's scarf..."

"It's my uncle...'s scarf!"

After she finished muttering, she put down her phone, looking sleepy, feeling as if her hand was on fire, and murmured to pull it back.

But he didn't twitch after a long time, he tilted his head sullenly, under the halo——

He Peijiu's outline is so clear and profound.

The eyes are deep and thick, there is a gleam of light piercing the night in the eyes, in the orange halo pouring down, the thin and cool lips are drawn up, curled up, as bright as rouge, really alluring.

"Uncle Master..."

"Ok?"

Jiang Nian pursed his lips after screaming, his palms were scorched with sweat, and his whole body was hot and restless.

knock knock --

"Qiye, I made supper, Miss Jiang, would you like some?" Sister Fang was outside, holding a bowl and really didn't dare to enter rashly.

After a short pause, footsteps were heard.

He Peijiu came to open the door and took the bowl from the tray, "Where is the black scarf?"

"I put it in the closet in the afternoon." Sister Fang pointed to the closet, glanced at Jiang Nian who was sitting by the bed in a daze, didn't dare to look any further, took two steps back and took the door behind her.

Jiang Nian seems to be a little more awake now, looking forward to sitting with his legs up, looking up as if smelling the fragrance, with a smile and a little expectation in his eyes.

"What, it smells so good."

"Night snack."

Sister Fang is really good at making things. She boils all kinds of nuts, walnuts and peanuts together, and the result is thick, soft and sweet, a bit like donkey-hide gelatin cake.

His stomach suddenly felt a little hungry, he licked his small mouth, and muttered, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat."

He Peijiu put the bowl beside the bed, leaned over to look at her, "Can I eat by myself?"

"Yes." Without waiting for his answer, he leaned over, half-kneeled, and fed the spoon into his mouth.The entrance is fragrant, the nutty flavor is overflowing, sweet but not greasy, just right to eat.

"Eat slowly." After instructing, he turned and went to the closet, found the scarf in the compartment where the coat was hung, rubbed it in his hand twice and poured it back.

Sit down on the chair and stool by the bed, and occasionally reach out to stroke her slipping hair.

After eating more than half of a bowl, Jiang Nian caught a glimpse of the scarf while drinking water, and suddenly rushed over, his movements were quick and slow, and when he tripped over something, he rushed towards He Peijiu.

There was no accident, she was embraced by He Peijiu, the only difference was that she pressed her hands on her hard chest.

Without the usual timidity and shyness, the hand that was holding him still grabbed twice restlessly, tearing out the wrinkles of the plain white and neat shirt.

"Don't scratch!" He Peijiu yelled, stretched out her hand to cover it, wrapped her thin, boneless hand tightly in the palm of her hand, caressed it carefully, looked down at the person in her arms, her eyes were dark and sexy Her Adam's apple couldn't help rolling down, and she stared at her slightly long and beautiful cherry lips.

His breath was hot and hot, and his voice was hoarse.

"Don't move around, every year..."

He really couldn't take it anymore if he used wine to smack like this again.

It's not that Liu Xiahui, who is still in his arms, expects him to be a saint.

The distance between such hugs is extremely close, Jiang Nian is drowsy and irrational, but he can also feel the scorching breath rushing towards his face, and being doused like this makes him feel even more uncomfortable.

The fire also burned himself, his throat was dry, and his lips were dry, he subconsciously licked it, and reached out to grab the scarf that belonged to He Peijiu.

The black scarf was in her fair hands. Comparing the two, one was darker and the other was whiter and tenderer.

Jiang Nian didn't speak, and sat back on the side of the bed with He Peijiu's strength, instinctively crumpled the scarf and hugged it in his arms, squeezed in from a corner of the quilt drowsily, and fell asleep with the soft pillow.

After a while, He Peijiu burst into a muffled laugh.

A kind of joy bursting out from the depths of his heart made every inch of his contours seem to be rubbed with warmth and polished into the most bewitching and seductive bones.

Jiang Nian...

I care about him.

His chest was full at this moment, and all kinds of unconcealable emotions were intertwined. After thinking twice, he raised his hand and turned off the wall lamp, leaving behind a small night light.

He wanted to get up and leave, but the low murmur of the drunken man beside the bed made him stick to his feet again.

The voice was soft and thick, indistinct.

"Uncle-"

At this moment, He Peijiu's tense rationality was broken inch by inch.

He only took one step forward to come to the bed, and suddenly leaned over, staring at the sleeping girl eagerly and forbearance, within a short distance, the remaining sliver of reason was struggling for the last time.

But, in the end, everything fell apart...

Thanks to Jiang Nian who murmured the word 'Uncle Master' again.