Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

Twelve Must Stay Together

First, there is no shortage of money, and second, there is no shortage of housing. With Mr. He's and Mr. Xie's demeanor, it's not like he just squeezed a bed and grew up.

So, could it be?not?Is that really the case?

Zhuoyujun was not allowed to be close to strangers since he was a child, and in the Hang family, Zhuoyujun's yard was not allowed to enter or leave. Does Zhuoyujun really want to share a room with that Mr. He?

The six sons opened their mouths in shock, knowing that Zhuo Yujun could hear him upstairs, so they didn't dare to speak loudly, they exchanged eager, excited, unspeakable glances with each other, suppressed the irresistible urge to shout, and comprehended the mouth-to-mouth communication with their eyes and hearts : The six unanimous eyes: 'Is this really our Zhuoyu Jun? '

One swallowed hard, and lip-synced: "I haven't worshiped the church yet, so I have intercourse first?" '

Another winked: 'This is against family etiquette! '

The little uncle thinks that it is necessary to set the record straight: "Family rituals are only between men and women, not men and men... Moreover, Mr. Zhuoyu cultivates his self-cultivation. If he is in the same room, he must have a marriage contract." '

Hang Yuan nodded in support: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the cold Zhuoyu Jun is actually a man of temperament..."

Hang Tan also nodded: "We should thank that Mr. He, otherwise, with Zhuoyujun's temperament, I'm afraid I would never touch anyone's finger in my life. Zhuoyujun works so hard, there should be someone by his side." '

Hang Yuan followed suit and nodded: "Whether male or female, it's good to have someone to accompany you. Zhuo Yujun has been alone all year round, and it makes people feel distressed..."

The six sons sighed unanimously.

Someone silently opened his mouth: "I don't think Zhuo Yujun and Mr. He will do anything if they live in the same room, ahem, something will happen." '

Immediately someone nodded in agreement: "Zhuo Yujun has always been reserved, never rude, maybe there are other arrangements." '

Hang Yuan turned his head: "I really can't imagine Mr. Zhuo Yu... Is it possible that Mr. He is so kind... Cough cough... That's difficult..."

The other five said: '...It is still unknown. '

After eating and drinking, He Yan, who was lying on the gun, glanced at Hang Che's pale face, and raised her junior brother: "Let's go, take a nap."

Following Xiao Er's guidance to the guest room in the backyard, there were only two upper rooms left. He Yan was suspicious: "Three people live in two rooms? Are there no rooms left?"

Xiao Er continued: "This meeting is gone, it's all booked out."

Xie Jingyan didn't know where the sudden sensitivity came from. He met Hang Che's gaze, and understood Hang Che's arrangement wittily in seconds. After weighing the two, he immediately realized that it was definitely not a good experience to be caught in the middle as a light bulb, so he made a decisive decision. Give up the little brother, act decisively first, rush in the nearest door, close the door with a slap, and hold back.

The movements were done in one go, without giving He Yan the slightest time to react.

He Yan was almost slapped on the nose by the door: "Little brat, what are you doing when you're surprised... what!!!"

"Xie Jingyan, open the door for me!"

"Eating inside and out, believe it or not, I will beat you!"

Xie Jingyan on the inside pushed against the door, and He Yan on the outside pushed hard—the poor door was on the verge of falling apart.

Xie Jingyan focused on practicing lightness kung fu, while He Yan focused on cultivating spiritual power and mind power. In the competition of spiritual power, Xie Jingyan was not He Yan's opponent at all.

Seeing that the door was about to fall, Xie Jingyan shouted for help from the door: "Little brother!"

The person called Little Senior Brother had a calm face, and his slightly raised chin showed that he should be quite useful.Hang Che solemnly stated: "I will not let you out of my sight, we will all share a room in the future."

He Yan turned her head stiffly and stared at Hang Che fiercely: "Do you really think I can't beat you?"

Hang Che: "It's hard to tell between you and me, are you sure you want to fight?"

He Yan had tested that Hang Che's cultivation level was not inferior to his in the battle of "Human Faces Don't Know Where to Go", but his spirit-calling technique was so profound that it was hard to break. There is no first, no second, and the winner is bound to be extremely tragic.

He Yan didn't want to fight.

Because I was too lazy to do anything, and because I couldn't do anything to Hang Che's pale face.

What's more, he didn't think what would happen if he lived in one.

This is not only because of the belief in Hang Che's previous promise "I will wait for you", but also because of his sensitivity as a man.

In his previous life, he had seen many men who liked to play with men, and Hang Che's eyes were so clean that he couldn't see the desire in his eyes.

Why torture a drunk?

Once again, "a large number of adults" entered the upper room opposite.

He Yan wasn't sleepy, but as soon as she entered the room, she slumped on the bed, spreading her arms and legs, taking up the entire bed.

Hearing the fluctuation of spiritual power, he looked up to see Hang Che's ink-colored charm painted on the front door.

The spell of the trapped fairy array.

"As for it, it's really..."

The person who wrote the talisman obviously thought that not only the door but also the entire wall were covered with talismans, He Yan could feel the powerful spiritual power of the talismans from a distance.

"I said, Mr. Zhuoyu, are you worried about me escaping marriage?"

Zhuo Yujun turned a deaf ear to it, and waved his hand to drop the ink, and a spell was also painted on the window.

The whole room is covered with ink, and the brushwork has the implication of landscape painting.

Drawing a spell also needs to pay attention to aesthetics, is he a Virgo?

He Yan said leisurely: "It is said that the Hang family tutor is good, did your Hang family tutor say that you can scribble on other people's walls? I want to report you to the store."

This time there was finally a response, and with a wave of Hang Che's hand, all the ink-colored charms were ordered to disappear.

He Yan who was slapped in the face: "..."

Hang Che's face was still pale, and in the same room, He Yan smelled the cold fragrance of plum ink mixed with the aroma of wine on Hang Che's body, closed her mouth, and decided not to speak.

He didn't speak, and neither did Hang Che.

He Yan pretended to sleep, and there was a couch for the imperial concubine in the room, each of them slept in their own, independent of each other.

He was not the kind of person who would make things difficult for himself, and he actually fell asleep after closing his eyes for a while.

Falling deeply into sleep, the subconscious always feels that something is wrong, and I feel that I am covered by something.Wanting to wake up vigilantly, the body's judgment is "the surroundings are safe", two phases struggle, sleep ups and downs, and finally the sight that made him feel wrong finally disappeared, his body's vigilance was completely lifted, and he fell into a dream.

Come to sleep, it's past noon.

When you open your eyes, what you see is the person who is leaning on the other side of the bed, sitting upright and sleeping.

The man's breathing was deep and long, and he should have fallen into a deep sleep.

He Yan understood why she was so vigilant before. He could completely imagine that Hang Che was sitting in this position and looking straight at him.

For a martial arts practitioner, it is very dangerous to be covered by the eyes of others. With his cultivation base, even if Hang Che suppressed his breath so that there was no sense of existence, he would still be alert.Probably subconsciously know that there is only Hang Che in the room besides him, so he will feel "safe".

He Yan lay motionless, her breathing slowed down carefully, restraining her breath, trying not to disturb Hang Che.

Even so, Hang Che woke up quickly, his eyelashes trembling.

His complexion is better than before, and the smell of alcohol is also lighter.With the same physique, if it was him in the previous life, he would have to sleep for at least a day to recover.

Caught off guard, he met a pair of eyes that opened suddenly.

His brows are calm, and his pupils are as dark as ink.

One is lying down, the other is sitting, looking directly at each other, their eyes meet, collide, twist and stagger at the same time.

The lying one gets up, the sitting one gets up.

They tidied up without incident, and were so quiet that they had nothing to say.

Hang Che was taciturn and didn't feel it was inappropriate, but He Yan couldn't bear it, and asked what he had always wanted to ask: "Are you really broken?"

Hang Che was standing by the window, when he heard the words, he turned around and said, "Yes."

He Yan: "But I don't think you look like it."

Normal people would ask 'why not', but Hang Che's answer was: "I am."

At this point, this topic cannot continue.

Changing the subject, "Why do you have to marry me?"

Hang Che watched him quietly, without answering.

He Yan: "I was forced out of the valley by you, shouldn't I want an answer?"

Hang Che was silent.

He Yan: "Don't you want to say?"

Hang Che seemed to sigh slightly, and said, "You're pretty enough."

Didn't expect this to be the answer!

Food and sex, Zhuo Yujun is not exempt from vulgarity?It's just too shallow.

He Yan didn't give up and asked again: "There are many good-looking men, there is a big forest outside, why are you tied to my unwilling tree?"

Hang Che took a deep look at him: "You are the most eye-catching."

Pay attention to the words, not the most "good-looking", but the most "eye-catching".

He Yan touched her face, then looked at Hang Che's face, okay, Zhuo Yujun, you are "good-looking", your whole family should be good-looking too.

Once again the conversation fell through.

It was Hang Che who broke the silence first: "Departure tomorrow."

He Yan was startled: "You didn't even want me to stay longer at Wanjia Restaurant this morning, so you let me stay here for one night?"

"You said you like unevenness." Hang Che pointed to the south out of the window, "Cross that small hill and cross the river to Luohupo, where it's not peaceful at night."

He Yan tilted her head and rolled her eyes twice before trying to understand what it was. Hang Che was talking about what he asked the old man in the morning.

As a former master of flirting with girls, he often did this kind of thing in his previous life: remember a sentence that a girl said casually, and then realize that sentence in front of the girl at a certain moment. This move usually wins the girls Surprised eyes, if you master the tone and demeanor, you can catch the woman who is happily sending you into your arms with open hands.

Hang Che's appearance was clean and without impurities, and the tone was completely stating a matter.He Yan's experience told him that he was being teased, but in reality, he didn't feel the discomfort of a man being teased by another man.

On the contrary, because my inadvertent words were taken seriously, I actually felt quite useful.

It's no fun to be in the same room with someone who is basically dumb, and He Yan lives like a year.

Tried to open the door, but it didn't work.

Hang Che's spell was cast down hard, and he did not spare any spiritual power.

Being imprisoned by such a generous person, He Yan thought, if the other party was a woman, she must be passionate, and what happened next should be quite interesting.

What a pity!

He Yan turned around a few times and made all kinds of noises. Hang Che was not disturbed and read the book without squinting.

Panicked, He Yan gave up and said, "I want to go out."

Hang Che accepted the book: "OK."

With a wave of his hand, he received the spell.

He Yan: "..."

I didn't expect it to be so easy to get out!

He Yan opened the door and said, "I don't want to enter Hang's house too soon."

Hang Che was silent.

He Yan found out that Hang Che's silence was basically tantamount to rejection.

Going downstairs, a small group of people surrounded the shopkeeper.

One of the youths in green and white Confucian shirts is Hang Yuan, a descendant of the Hang family.

The shopkeeper asked: "My lord, the extra rooms you reserved are empty. This young lady and her attendants have nowhere to stay. It's not easy for the young lady's house to be away. Look, how about giving those few rooms to the young lady?"

How many more rooms do you book?He Yan instantly understood the arrangement behind Hang Che, and glared fiercely at Hang Che.

The one who was scratched didn't seem to notice it, and coldly glanced at the young lady, locked on He Yan, and said to Hang Yuan: "Let it go."

The tone is curt and seems unwilling to linger.