Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"my wife?"

Just when Aning finished those shameless words, a cold and gentle voice came from behind him.

This made Aning, who was just about to put the orange in her mouth, tremble in her heart. She turned her head, and the husband she was talking about appeared in her sight.

With white clothes and dark hair, delicate white skin, and extremely outstanding appearance, isn't it Si Yan?

At this time, he was staring at her intently, with slight confusion in his light eyes, and he was quite curious about this girl who claimed to be his wife.

Aning's eyes moved slightly and she immediately stood upright. She pursed her lips subconsciously and quietly put the hand holding the orange behind her back.

Immediately he curled his lips and said with some joy, "You're here, Si Yan."

Si Yan nodded lightly, his eyes passing over the girl's body, and there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, "Do you recognize me?"

???

"Why don't I recognize you?" The girl blinked.

"Then how do you know me?" Si Yan asked.

These words successfully confused Aning.

She looked at him confusedly, her clear and bright pupils reflecting the other person's face and expression, trying to find any trace of the other person joking.

But after watching for a while, I didn't find anything wrong with the other party.

Her face was still the same, and her voice had not changed at all. The only difference that could be noticed was the aura that Si Yan gave her.

Although Si Yan was gentle and polite before, he always gave people a feeling of being incomprehensible and unpredictable, like a cold and alienated moon covered with a veil, quiet and peaceful.

The Si Yan in front of him still looked gentle and polite, but he was not that unpredictable. His feeling was also completely different, like green pines and bamboos, elegant and gentle.

Overall, it's more energetic.

"Sir, this is stupid... This girl entered the courtyard without your permission. Not only did she speak rudely, but she also ate the tributes. Even the clothes she wore were different from those of an ordinary woman. She must be a young person."

Ever since Si Yan appeared, the young boy had been extremely quiet, his tears stopped flowing, and his angry expression had calmed down. When he heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but interject.

As soon as he said these words, the gentle god glanced outside the courtyard. Although there was no unnecessary expression on his face, the young boy still noticed a slightly different feeling.

He lowered his head silently and began to fill the quail.

The situation is not right, so keep silent.

Aning didn't argue with the young boy like she did before. She bit her lip and looked at the god in front of her without blinking.

What exactly is going on?

How could Si Yan not recognize her?

A breeze drifted through the courtyard, the lanterns under the eaves undulated slightly, and girls' voices came one after another.

"Then do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, but I look at the girl very kindly." Si Yan smiled slightly and his voice was very calm.

Aning tried her best to keep her mouth shut, but hesitated to speak. Perhaps she wanted to prove that they knew each other. She stretched out her right hand towards the other party, "Then look at this promise..."

Before the word "token" came out, Aning suddenly retracted her hand. She subconsciously touched Kong Luoluo's wrist with her other hand, and the half-eaten orange fell to the ground.

People seemed a little at a loss.

"What are you looking at?" Si Yan's voice was still calm.

But this time Aning didn't say anything. She lowered her head and her eyes stayed on her bare wrists. Her whole body seemed to be enveloped in sadness.

She lost the love token Si Yan gave her, and she didn't even know when she lost it.

The girl's sudden silence made Si Yan a little confused. He had never encountered such a situation before, so he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

The two of them fell silent, no one spoke, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

In the courtyard, a handsome young boy held a broom with both hands and lowered his head listlessly. The warm light fell gently on the tips of his hair to outline the shape.

Maybe he didn't hear the two people's voices for some time, so he quietly raised his head, and the scene in front of him almost shocked his jaw.

I saw the noble and holy god slowly moving forward, and finally stopped in front of the girl, his tone was more kind than before.

"Why are you sad?"

The god spoke first to break the silence, his light eyes carrying a deep meaning for no reason.

"I lost something." The girl whispered.

"What was lost?" God asked.

"Token of love." The girl's voice was dull.

"Well... you might as well tell me what kind of item it is, and maybe I can help you find it." God suggested.

Hearing that he could be retrieved, Aning suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and his expression was like that of a child who had been wronged outside when he saw his backer.

She immediately raised her hand, and her two white and slender arms stood in front of the god. Her tone was unconsciously soft: "It's a red rope, tied on her hand."

Then his eyes glanced at the other person's hair, "I used your hair."

The god was very curious and also a little confused: "My hair?"

"Um…"

Aning stared at him and nodded slowly.

She didn't know why the other party forgot about her, but her sixth sense told her that 90% of it had something to do with the red rope.

Maybe Si Yan would remember her if he put the red string on her again.

"Can you find it?" Aning asked.

"I think it's okay." Si Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a faint smile on his delicate brows, "Just close your eyes."

When he smiled like this, Aning suddenly felt that the familiar Si Yan was back. She simply closed her eyes and waited for the other party's next move.

Suddenly, something was wrapped around my wrist. It was ice cold, silky and delicate, and had a slight fragrance.

She was very familiar with this light fragrance. She often smelled it when they slept together. Now she smelled it again. An Ning subconsciously wanted to get closer to the other person.