Eunuchs are not easy

Fu Huan went back in the dark, originally wanting to avoid Fu Qing who kept grabbing her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they entered the door, the two directly bumped into each other's faces.But the other party seemed more flustered than she was, and yelled out furtively and directly with his voice pressed down, even turning the lamp in his hand upside down.

Borrowing the faint light in front of the mansion, Fu Huan embraced the dead body in his arms, his jumping heart was suppressed at once, and he took half a step back, keeping a defensive position, he could advance or retreat, and coughed lightly Twice, decided to strike first, "Oh, brother, it's dark and windy at night, what are you doing here!"

"It's still so tight." Fu Huan moved his eyes, observing Fu Qing in front of him up, down, left, and right.

He was dressed in dark clothes, draped a cloak, and carried half-lit paper lanterns. If he didn't look carefully, he would almost merge into the night.

Seeing that she was the person outside, Fu Qing took a breath, lifted the lantern, and the faint yellow light shone on Fu Huan's face, "Why did you come back at this hour?"

"Brother, I opened my mouth to ask first." Fu Huan pouted speechlessly, and squeezed towards the door, "Why did you ask instead?"

"Slippery mouth" Fu Qing turned sideways to make way for her, and glanced at Fu Huan's deep and shallow footsteps, "Then tell brother, where did you sleep last night?"

Fu Huan's legs softened as he stepped forward, and he didn't turn his head, "Zuojunying, some things are delayed, so I will rest there."

"Meow~"

For some reason, the person in his arms was not working. He raised his head and called out to her, showing a sense of presence, and subtly inserted into the conversation between the two of them.

Fu Huan looked down at it and rubbed its soft belly, "Brother, this cat is hungry, so I'll go back first!"

After finishing speaking, he laughed a few times cooperatively, then buried his head and prepared to rush into the mansion.

"Huan'er" Fu Qing suddenly called out to her from behind, the familiar voice was actually somewhat lonely and bleak in the dark night.

Fu Huan paused, turned his head slightly, and the shadow of Fu Qing in the corner of his eyes was drawn slender by the hazy yellow light, "What's wrong, brother?"

Not far away, Fu Qing shrunk the lamp on his cuffs, and his eyes fell on Fu Huan, hanging in vain, and said in a faint voice, "Go to bed early, don't sleep too late today."

"Well, good." Fu Huan nodded in response, and when he was about to turn around and say something to him, Fu Qing had already raised his feet and was about to leave, and the hem of his robe drew a beautiful arc in the dark night.

Pursing his lips, Fu Huan waved at the back of Fu Qing, who was walking away quickly, "Brother, come back early!"

He didn't hear the other party's answer, but his forward steps stopped for a while.

Fu Huan knew her brother heard it.

Withdrawing his hand, he tightly hugged the warm little thing in his arms.Standing at the door for a long time, until Fu Qing could no longer be seen, Fu Huan walked into his yard.

There must be something wrong going out so late.Since he wasn't going to tell her, it must be inconvenient for her to know.

For some reason, the scene he saw in the alley behind the Ruan Mansion a few months ago came back to Fu Huan's mind.

never mind…

Fu Huan raised his head and let out a breath, staring at the faintly appearing stars in a daze.

Let it be, who hasn't had a little secret yet.

"Ding Shuang, why haven't you rested so late?" Fu Huan walked all the way back to the courtyard under the moonlight. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a woman standing in the middle, and put down the dead body in his hand, "The pestle What are you doing here?"

Ding Shuang turned her head when she heard the voice, and when she saw her, her expression was confused for a moment. When she knew that Buling walked beside her, she suddenly came back to her senses. She bent down on the ground and hugged Buling in her arms. Following the opponent's hair, he moved his eyes to Fu Huan's direction, saluted as a gesture, and replied: "The carrier pigeon from Qiu Baihu has returned. I just released the news and I am just about to return. Unexpectedly, I ran into an adult coming in."

"Qiu Luo?" Fu Huan paused, "Did she encounter any trouble?"

Ding Shuang shook his head, but did not answer directly, but said: "The matter is still unclear, but it has been reported to the higher authorities. The specific arrangement depends on the intention of the manager."

"Couldn't it be because you're hungry, my lord?" She suppressed a smile in her voice, stopped moving her hands, and raised her head to ask Fu Huan.

"Yeah." Fu Huan hooked his lips in embarrassment, and touched his nose with one hand, "I don't seem to be used to the food at the barracks..."

"When I was young, I ate everything." After she finished speaking, she put down her hands and sighed with emotion, "I don't know when, I developed a squeamishness."

"Over the years, the head manager has treated Buling as a treasure." Ding Shuang smiled after hearing what she said, turned around with Buling in his arms, and walked forward with Fu Huan, "No one can touch that, Can't hurt."

"It can be regarded as our half little master!"

"Really?" Fu Huan couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, it was obvious that this was something she casually threw at An Ci, and her original intention at the time was just to pass things off because the other party was too annoying.

"Yes!" Ding Shuang pushed away the kitchen in the small courtyard, went in and took out a porcelain bowl and put it in front of Bulingde, and continued: "At the beginning, Qiu Baihu lost Buling accidentally because of carelessness. Yes. My lord, you don’t know that the chief executive’s face was dark at that time, and it’s still scary when I think about it now.”

"It's very scary!" The expression on Ding Shuang's face also changed when he said that. He glanced at Fu Huan sitting next to him, paused for a moment, then turned his head naturally, "At that time, we people We also discussed in private why Director An cares so much about a cat!"

"Why?" Fu Huan didn't think about it here, and didn't think too much at this time, so she asked along with her words.

Ding Shuang's eyebrows became darker, and she brushed the broken hair at the corner of her ear with one hand, "Probably because of someone related to this cat."

"Master Fu?" She turned her head suddenly, her voice raised slightly, "Do you know why it is called not working?"

"Not working..."

"Ah" Fu Huan's name was called, and his thoughts gradually returned. Looking at the black cat on the ground, he recalled the scene of giving the cat to him, and murmured: "It doesn't work, it doesn't work, the good ones don't work, the bad ones spirit…"

"Pfft..." She was actually amused by herself as she spoke, and waved her hand casually, "Who knows how he gave the name back then."

"Unintelligible is very clever."

"Yeah, it's not working, it's very clever." Ding Shuang didn't know what happened tonight, as if he had something on his mind.

When Fu Huan came back to his senses, he found that the other party was half in a daze just like himself.

Pursing his lips, suppressing the weirdness in his heart, he didn't want to ask any more questions, and after waiting for Bu Ling to finish his meal, he told the other party to take a good rest, and then went back to the room.

There was no dream all night, but the sleep was rare.Of course, everything is beautiful except for the mosquitoes that have been flying around my ears that morning, and I can't get rid of them no matter how hard I try.

Sure enough, Fu Huan frowned as he looked at the man in the bronze mirror whose mouth was slightly red.

And not only the corners of the mouth, arms, but also many places on the neck were bitten.

It's really itchy when you touch it, the more itchy you scratch.

For the first time in his life, Fu Huan, who had nothing to love, felt that he was so welcomed by mosquitoes.