vixen meets frigid ghost

By the time Hong Yun and Rong Jin knew that the little fox had been eaten to the brim, school had already started for a long time.

Hong Yun looked at Yan Qing on the other side of the video.

He should have just gotten up, his hair was messed up, his eyes were dazed, and he looked like he was wandering away.

Of course, the above is the situation where Hong Yun didn't see the hickey marks on his arms and neck.

It was true that he had just woken up, his hair was really disheveled, and his eyes were staring, but it was clearly the appearance of a kidney deficiency that had been made ruthless.

Hong Yun's jaw was strained, and he stared at Yan Qing viciously, as if staring at his incompetent son: "Be honest, how many times?"

Yan Qing reacted slowly, and asked in confusion, "How many times?"

"How many times have you done it with Zheng Xihe?!"

"Oh, I don't know, I fell asleep."

Hongyun looked like a wretched thunderbolt, she covered her mouth, her pitiful and aggrieved teary eyes looked at her words lightly: "Xiao Yaner, you have changed, and you actually let him do nonsense."

Yan Qing shook his head slowly, then smiled all over his face: "It's very comfortable."

Hong Yun quickly turned off the video.

Her eyes turned red, obviously very angry.

Not anymore.

Xiao Yan'er was too innocent, she was no match for Zheng Xihe at all.

Who would be foolish to be made like that?

Cover your face.

I can't bear to look directly at it.

but.......

She turned her beautiful eyes and thought about it.

then......

When Zheng Xihe returned to the dormitory, he was in a daze.

There is only one sentence on the table.

The high priest is back, I'm going to play with the high priest.

Little Fox's handwriting, Little Fox's style.

It took him a minute to realize deeply that the little fox left him at school and left by himself.

He began to doubt himself, did he just play around?

It's just that he doesn't know what kind of role Hongyun is playing in it.

Yan Qing happily carried the small bag, stepped into Hongyun's car, and said excitedly: "I haven't seen the high priest for a long time, I miss him so much."

Hong Yun patted his head lovingly, and said earnestly: "In this case, you can stay with the high priest for a few more days."

"Is it possible?"

"Of course, Xiao Yan'er is so cute, the high priest also likes you very much, he can't wait for it."

Yan Qingzhong nodded: "Well, I will!"

Hong Yun's eyes flashed, no, Xiao Yan'er is still so stupid, but she is really cute.

Back to the land of the fox clan, Yan Qing bid farewell to Hong Yun and went to find the high priest.

The high priest is an extremely beautiful person with extremely long hair and extremely beautiful blue eyes. Unlike most fox demons, he is completely white and looks like ice and snow. People crawling, more like immortals than monsters.

But Yan Qing didn't have such worries, he threw himself into the arms of the high priest, showing a big smile: "High priest, I'm coming!"

The high priest looked gentle and tolerant. He hugged Yan Qing in his arms, his whole body was full of ethereal breath, and even his voice was so nice: "Ah Qing, long time no see."

Yan Qing returned to her original form, rolled in the arms of the high priest, and then chirped like a little yellow warbler.

"High Priest, what are you doing outside, you haven't come back for many years?"

"travel."

"High Priest, you smell so good, what brand of perfume do you use, I want it too?"

"Probably the scent of flowers on the road."

"High Priest, let me tell you, I'm already in college, and I'm already in the fourth grade, isn't it amazing?"

"Well, Ah Qing is really amazing."

"High Priest, I..."

"..."

No matter what Qing Qing said, the high priest would always respond with a few words, just asking and answering like this, the atmosphere was extremely joyous.

Gradually, Yan Qing was tired, he moved, and then fell asleep in the arms of the high priest. At the beginning, his posture was relatively normal, but when he got to the back, four tails hung down from the caudal vertebrae, and he looked like he was letting himself go. .

The high priest laughed, he hugged Yan Qing, put him on the snow-white fox fur cushion, looked at him for a while before leaving.

"High Priest." Hong Yun leaned against a crooked neck tree, smiling like a flower: "Welcome High Priest."

"En." The high priest was still so gentle, but he lacked two parts of warmth. He looked at the gorgeous sunset lightly: "He is indeed the proud son of heaven."

The words without beginning and end made Hong Yun almost unable to restrain her tears.

That's good.

That's good……