A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Song Luo's face turned blue, "You also said that Mr. Wen is my best friend, and if you are left alone as a servant, is it possible that I will humiliate him?"

Fang Muan couldn't agree with what he said. According to Wenxuan's physique, it's not certain who will humiliate the other when you two roll on the bed.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

The two people in the room were at a stalemate, and Wen Xuan knocked on the door outside, "Brother Hong Yi, have you fallen asleep yet?"

Song Luo silently crawled back to the bed, pulled the quilt and asked Wen Xuan to come in.

Fang Mu'an stared at his master returning to the lingering sick bed from a lifeless life, and his mouth was crooked in admiration.

The door was stuck, Wen Xuan pushed the door but did not open it, Fang Mu'an rushed to open the door for someone.

As soon as the two met each other, Wen Xuan smiled softly at Fang Mu'an.

Fang Mu'an always felt that there were many unknown connotations in Wenxuan's smile, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

Wenxuan looked refreshed, he probably just took a shower and changed his clothes, Fang Muan nodded, walked in slowly and sat in front of Song Luo's bed, "Brother Hong Yi, is he better?"

Song Luo smiled and said, "Thanks to Brother Wen for taking care of me, it's much better."

Fang Mu'an couldn't help laughing when he heard the sensitive words, Song Luo was inexplicably laughed at, but Wen Xuan's expression was calm, "Did Song An hear anything funny?"

"Oh, no, it's because my smile is too low."

Wen Xuan also grinned out of politeness, turned to Song Luo and said, "Brother Hongyi, do you want someone to take care of you at night?"

Well!Is it really okay to be so straightforward?

Could it be that Mr. Wen is secretly suggesting to stay and take care of Song Luo?

Fang Mu'an was very conflicted. On the one hand, he hoped that Song Luo would agree to Wenxuan to release him, but on the other hand, he felt uncomfortable that the two men hooked up.

Song Luo glanced at Fang Muan, smiled at Wenxuan, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep, it's fine, don't bother Brother Wen."

Wenxuan shook his head and smiled, "Since brother Hongyi doesn't need someone to take care of him, can you lend me Song An for one night?"

As soon as he spoke, not only Fang Muan was struck by lightning, even Song Luo was taken aback.

Even if the book boy in the feudal society was for the owner, it would not be cheap enough to be borrowed from friends.

Wenxuan admired Fang Muan's pale face enough, and then coughed lightly to explain, "Brother Hongyi, don't get me wrong, I'm afraid that Song An will catch the cold and delay the trip if you sleep with you, if you don't mind, let him Crowd with me for the night."

Song Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled politely at Wenxuan, "Brother Wen's kindness is appreciated, and Song An is in good health, so it's fine to be by my side, not to mention that when I wake up late, I need someone to serve tea and water. Ask him to help me squeeze my shoulders and beat my legs."

Fang Mu'an scolded Song An in his heart: Heartless brat, obviously I walked behind your back for a day, you're so useless!If I am tired, I am tired. If I want to beat my legs, it should be you who beat my legs.

When he was 15 years old, he was also so willful and reckless, messing around?

Teenagers are hard to handle.

Wen Xuan glanced at Fang Mu'an who was blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, and laughed again, "Brother Hong Yi just said clearly that no one will take care of him at night."

Song Luo brushed off his sleeves, "Before, I thought Brother Wen wanted to take care of me and didn't want to bother you."

The two sides were deadlocked, Fang Muan jumped out to disrupt the situation, "I have a solution."

Wen Xuan said "Oh?", but Song Luo looked stern, as if warning Fang Mu'an not to interrupt indiscriminately with his eyes.

Fang Mu'an turned a blind eye to Song Luo's cold stare, "It's better to let Mr. Wen stay and take care of the young master. I will sleep in Mr. Wen's guest room. I will carry the young master on my back for a day. If I fall asleep at night, I will inevitably snore all night. If it disturbs the young master or Mr. Wen It’s not good; not to mention that you two sleep together at night...wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could learn the elegance of the ancients by cutting off their robes and judging righteousness, from the study of poetry and poetry to the philosophy of life?”

Wen Xuan was so teased that he couldn't help laughing, covering his face with his cuffs.

Song Luo stared at Fang Mu'an with an expression of hatred for iron and steel, "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of circumcision?"

"Ah? Isn't it circumcision? What is that?"

Wen Xuan blinked, "You want to say that the peaches will be divided by breaking the sleeves."

"Oh yes, split the sleeves and divide the peaches."

Song Luo's white jade face was completely blackened, he patted the bed and pointed at Fang Mu'an and shouted, "Song An, you! You!"

Fang Mu'an didn't know what he said wrong, seeing that Song Luo couldn't come up and was about to pass, he didn't dare to come forward to express condolences.

Wenxuan hurriedly supported Song Luo to persuade him to be lenient, while glancing at Fang Mu'an who was frightened, "You go to my room and wait for me, your young master doesn't need you to serve me."

"Huh? Oh."

Seeing that Song Luo didn't speak, Fang Mu'an had no choice but to follow Wen Xuan's instructions and leave the door embarrassingly.

Half an hour passed, and Fang Muan didn't wait for Wenxuan to return to his room.

It seems that Mr. Wen accepted his suggestion and stayed in his young master's room. From the study of poetry and poetry to the philosophy of life, he learned the elegance of the ancients.

Fang Mu'an couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, so he took off his shoes and went to bed and shook the quilt to sleep.

Maybe it was really because he used too much energy during the day, and he fell asleep within a while.

As a result of going to bed early, Fang Muan woke up sadly and naturally before dawn the next day. Although the head injury didn't hurt anymore, other parts of his body were not quite right.

Feeling a little itchy.

Fang Mu'an knocked his head, turned over and prepared to go back to sleep, but met a peaceful sleeping face.

Wenxuan.

Although Mr. Wen was lying on the same bed with him, the position he was in was so pitiful that he seemed to fall to the ground if he was squeezed out a little bit. person pose.

Fang Mu'an sat up silently, rubbing his eyes to study the current situation.

Didn't Wenxuan change dorms with him last night?Why did you come back to your room after sleeping until midnight?Could it be that he had a quarrel with Song Luo, and was kicked out after the quarrel.

Fang Mu'an's muscles and bones were tight and aching, and his whole body was a little hot. He crossed his legs instinctively for luck, and suddenly a warm current rushed from his dantian to his whole body.

His body can't be good at martial arts, can he?

Fang Muan jumped off the ground, quietly opened the door to the backyard, and punched on the spot. The moves he used were like clouds and flowing water. There were palms, some claws, and some legs. His leg skills were superb, so fast that he couldn't believe it .

Fang Mu'an exercised heartily, and finally his body didn't feel uncomfortable.

Don't look at Song An's stature is not tall, but he is still a practitioner, but he doesn't know how well he can fight with others.

It is reasonable to infer that he should not be regarded as a top expert, otherwise, how could he be reduced to a little bookboy doing bed chores for others, let alone almost being smashed to death by robbers.

Fang Mu'an faintly suspected that there was something wrong with Song An's identity, and if he didn't find out quickly, it might affect his next actions to earn points.

He tiptoed back to Song Luo's room, intending to study the time travel guide carefully, but the south of time travel that was still in the blue bag last night disappeared out of thin air, and the four-dimensional space bag was empty.

This...is bad.

Fang Mu'an let out a long sigh, feeling a little overwhelmed, but he lost all his things, and being anxious couldn't solve the problem, so he could only stand still and adapt to the situation.

After thinking about it, he went back to Wenxuan's room, climbed onto the bed and pretended to be asleep as if nothing had happened. As soon as his head touched the pillow, Mr. Wen's eyes opened.

Wenxuan smiled lightly, and blinked curiously at Fang Muan with a pair of obsidian eyes.

Fang Muan felt guilty when he saw him, so he explained first, "I went to the bathroom just now."

"what?"

"Oh, that, go to the latrine."

"Oh~" The grin on the corner of Wenxuan's mouth widened, "Restrain your behavior and don't offend your son again. If he is determined to kill you, I can't help you."

ah?What does it mean to make up your mind to kill him...

What kind of plot is this?

Fang Mu'an replied in a dazed way, frowning and being so upset that he didn't dare to ask Wen Xuan too much, for fear of making mistakes again.

Wen Xuan laughed angrily, "You snored all night last night..."

"Oh? Oh..." Fang Mu'an was a little embarrassed, "Maybe it's because I'm too tired to carry the young master during the day."

"If you're really tired, you won't want to move your body when you fall asleep, but your hands and feet are not very honest, and you treat the person in the same bed as an opponent in a martial arts competition."

No wonder when he woke up, he saw Wenxuan looking like an angry daughter-in-law. It turned out that he had beaten him a lot in one night.

Fang Mu'an was full of guilt, so he could only hehe a few times, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wen, I thought you lived in the young master's room, so I took up your bed when you slept, and didn't reserve a place for you."

Wenxuan replied with a smile, "No problem", "Last night, I read with your young master for a while, approved two articles, and then came back to sleep."

ah?Just read the book for a while and approved two articles?

Didn't you learn from the study of poetry and songs to the philosophy of life, and imitate the elegance of the ancients?

Song Luo, a little bastard, would pick someone to bully, and probably kicked out Wen Xuan before he got him to bed.

While moving his stiff arms and legs, Wen Xuan asked Fang Mu'an casually, "Song An used to sleep with your young master, too?"

"Probably, I don't remember."

"Oh, yes, you've lost your memory. It's really hard to sleep with you, and it's not easy for your young master."

What's so hard about sleeping with him, Kang Shinian slept with him so many times in the past and never complained.

What's more, this shell has been enjoyed by Song Luo many times. What hard work does that little bastard have? The hard work of the owner of the shell must be true.

Fang Muan curled his lips, "I'm going back to wait for the young master to get up."

Wenxuan stretched and sat up, "I want to boil water to wash my face too, so I'll burn a bucket for you too."

Since he was so kind, Fang Muan would not be polite to him, "Then there will be Mr. Laowen."

Wen Xuan boiled water, Gu Zi washed his face, and stood in the backyard to brush his teeth; when Fang Muan came to the kitchen to get water, he saw Wen Xuan who was brushing his teeth with a ponytail toothbrush in his hand, and was dumbfounded.

Wen Xuan saw Fang Muan when he was rinsing his mouth, and smiled at him, "When did you stand there?"

"6 minutes ago."

"what?"

Fang Muan felt sad for a while, shook his head and lowered his head again, "It's nothing, I used to have a friend who had the same habit as Young Master, and he had to brush his teeth for 6 minutes."