Beauty is also cold

Under the faint moonlight, Duan Lan and Wu Han stood in front of the window, watching the scenery, silent.

"Back then, I kept my filial piety for my master and came back to Rumeng Pavilion in white clothes to see you. At that time, you had already made friends with him, and the first words you said when you saw me were: white clothes, very good. I was very happy at that time, I thought you liked me, but I found out later that Xi Shixiao often wore white clothes at that time. Your compliments on me were just love for my house... Haha~ I am such a poor guy, I still wear white clothes, one is to give Master kept his filial piety because of your casual compliment..." Seeing that Wu Han didn't speak, Duan Lan chatted about the past on her own.

"I'm sorry..." Wu Han lowered his eyes, the apology was sincere.

"It's nothing, as I said, half of the reason is because of my master. The two people I can't let go of in this life are the master and you. You are both the same, and have given me the belief to live. But the master has left, and now I can't let go The most important thing is to protect you." Duan Lan looked up at the moon and smiled slightly.

"..." Wu Han didn't know what to say anymore, he understood what Duan Lan had done to him, and he also knew that he had nothing to repay.

"Although I knew that Wu Yao would protect you, I was still worried, so I followed you into the Wanhua Pavilion. I have a general idea of ​​your plan. If you need any help, just let me know." Duan Lan's hearty voice, It made Wu Han feel a little guilty.

"This is the pill that Yao'er gave me. After taking it, I can defend myself. I'll give you half of it..." Wu Han took out the small pill box he carried with him and handed it to Duan Lan.

"Pfft... You don't really think that I need this thing~" Duan Lan felt that Wu Han was cute and silly, so she couldn't help laughing.

"You don't need it? What about receiving guests in the future?" Wu Han was puzzled.

"Have you forgotten? I'm a prostitute. I'm the only one who takes advantage of others. How can anyone say that others take advantage of me? You are really the same as before, stupid~ But, I like it..."

"...Are you really planning to attack the guests?"

"Haha, little blind man, are you jealous?"

"I'm just worried..."

"Don't worry, I won't stab Lou Zi. Besides, I have you, why would I provoke others~"

Wu Han helplessly rubbed his brows: "Okay, I'll go back to my room to rest."

"How about I warm your bed?" Duan Lan looked at Wu Han's back ambiguously and said.Wu Han turned his head and gave Duan Lan a cold look, expressing his strong dislike.

"Well, I'm going back to my room too, good night~" Duan Lan jumped out of the window knowingly.

The next morning, Duan Lan got up, yawned and walked to Wu Han's room.

"Good morning, dear~" He happily knocked on Wu Han's door.

Wu Han opened the door and let him in: "It just so happens that I'm having breakfast, so you can join me."

"Why didn't you bring me breakfast?"

"Because you haven't woken up just now, you haven't washed yet, have you?"

"Forehead..."

"Go back to the room and wash up before coming back!"

. . . . . .

The first three days in Wanhua Pavilion were not to pick up guests, they just had to rest in the room.But Duan Lan is a person who is used to freedom, he can't bear to stay in the house all day, so he would sneak out for a walk every evening.

Soon, he found a good bun shop.That steamed stuffed bun shop is not far from Wanhua Pavilion, the steamed stuffed buns taste authentic, and the business is very good.

On the first night, he excitedly brought back a bag of bean paste buns to Wu Han, but Wu Han coldly rejected him: "Did you forget? I can't eat sweets..."

Yes, he did forget.Because he was only focused on bringing him delicious food, he forgot the cold gu in his body for a moment.

So, the next night, he wisely brought back the meat buns.

"...Although I can eat meat buns, you don't need to bring so many!" Wu Han looked at the pile of meat buns, feeling extremely helpless. . . .

On the evening of the third day, Duan Lan came to the bun shop as usual.

"Boss, do you still have bean paste buns?"

"Hey, it's you again, this handsome little brother! There are not many bean paste buns left, there are six more." The owner of the bun shop greeted warmly.

"Okay, give it all to me."

The boss wrapped all six buns for Duan Lan. After paying the money, Duan Lan turned around and planned to leave, but unexpectedly a small hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Duan Lan looked suspiciously at the little ghost at his feet, the child looked like two or three years old, wearing weird clothes.Fair skin, light brown curly hair, amber eyes, and a small pouty mouth.The little guy looked up at Duan Lan with his little head up, his eyes full of grievances.

"Little ghost, what are you doing?" Duan Lan asked.

"Woo~~~ Baozi, my bun~~wuwu~~~~" The little guy started crying.

"Don't you have money in your hand, buy it yourself!" Duan Lan didn't like his trick, remembering how many times he used this trick when he was a little beggar.

"I want red bean paste buns~ woo woo woo~~~ woo woo~~~~" The little devil cried bitterly while hugging Duan Lan's leg.

The people around looked over, and some people began to comment: "This father, he doesn't even give buns to his children..."

"I'm not his father! Brat, get out of the way~"

"Woooooo~~ Daddy, I want Daddy, I want bean paste buns... woooooo~~~~~" The little ghost hugged Duan Lan's leg tightly and refused to let go.

"Ah~ this father is really cruel..." Everyone continued to discuss.

Duan Lan frowned helplessly, and took out a bean paste bun: "Okay, I'll give you one."

The little ghost was stunned, and saw a steamed stuffed bun: "Woooooo~~~~"

"...I'll give you another one!" Duan Lan took a deep breath and added another bun in his hand.

"Woooo~~~~~~~" The kid was still not satisfied.

"You brat, don't go too far!" Duan Lan threatened through gritted teeth.

But the little guy didn't listen to him, and still hugged his leg and cried loudly.

"Okay, these are all for you!" Duan Lan gave the little guy the paper bag containing the buns in a huff.

The little guy held the paper bag in both hands and counted, there were four.Satisfied, he turned his head and left without even saying hello.

Duan Lan looked at the little guy's clumsy steps, her brows were frowned into hills, whose family's unlucky kid it is!Then, looking at the only two bean paste buns left in his hand, he became even more angry.