Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The much-anticipated Fairy Gate will officially open, and whenever the islanders have free time, they will try their best to watch the game.

As a result, the entrance of the Fairy Gate Society was no longer deserted, and many mortals from the snack street brought their carts over. Sellers of mung bean soup, candied haws, ice powder and other messy things all gathered together.

As a result, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had to wear swords and stand at the door to maintain order.

Cheng Yuzhi was drawn for the afternoon session of the second day, and the entire first day was none of his business.

But in fact, he couldn't get up even if he remembered.

Last night, his husband seemed to be on gunpowder, and he was extremely impetuous, which caused him to end badly.

When he opened his eyes during the day, his first reaction was: he can still see the sun!

Cheng Yunzhi turned over with difficulty, threw himself on the big soft pillow, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He took out his player badge from the bedside, squinted his eyes, and looked at the delicate carvings on it facing the sun.

Suddenly, the red-faced Zi changed again and again, and finally froze, as if remembering something.

Gu Yan came in from the outside, holding a tray in his hand, as he walked, he felt a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Cheng Yunzhi turned his head to look at him, his eyes swept over his face, seeing his relaxed expression, he couldn't help turning his head away, and closed himself against the wall.

While shutting himself up, he murmured softly: "Why is this wall so gray? Could it be that the shopkeeper hasn't painted it for ten years?"

The person behind him sat on the edge of the bed, the edge of the bed sank slightly, Cheng Yunzhi couldn't control himself, he leaned back along the force of the sinking, and was firmly wrapped around his waist by an arm.

He shivered sensitively, which was caught by Gu Yan.

Cheng Yuzhi didn't move, and let Gu Yan's long temple hair hang down, brushing against his cheeks, causing a slight itchiness.

He squinted his eyes, as if stimulated to tears by the sunlight outside the window, tiny teardrops flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Gu Yan looked at him deeply, then suddenly lowered his head, trying to sip away the little water.

Cheng Yuzhi suddenly turned his head and pushed him away: "A Yan, look over there, there is a bird by the window!"

It turned out to be here to figure out when the bird would fly away.

Without looking back, Gu Yan handed him the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Cheng Yuzhi took it, poured it into his mouth without even looking at it, recovered after taking a bite, and asked in surprise, "Ice powder?"

"You said you liked this before." Mr. Xueyi looked at him meekly.

A long time ago, Cheng Yuzhi said regretfully in the mirror that he likes to eat the brown sugar ice powder from the store on the west end of the street, but he no longer sells it, which is really a pity.

Gu Yan said: "It's a pity that it's not the one you want to eat the most."

The handsome young man was supported to sit up straight, and the snow-white undershirt was wrapped around him, revealing a little bit of his shockingly white skin at the neckline, which was half covered by the shaking black hair.

Seeing that Gu Yan was distracted, Cheng Yuzhi lazily tapped him: "Even if you buy ice powder to please me, I will still be angry."

The other party was not quick to do anything, but he was quick to admit his mistake: "Yes, I was wrong."

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't believe it: "When you wake up, you're like this? Who made all the fuss yesterday, just refused to admit it?"

The snow-like young man in front of him approached, and lightly pecked his lower lip as if flattering him: "Don't be angry."

This Cheng Yunzhi was so full of anger that he was still angry when he woke up during the day.

Originally, I thought it was just for those in love to have a deep communication with each other, and when they woke up in the daytime, they would continue to communicate normally.

But, who held his waist yesterday and never let go?

Ask him what's the matter, and suddenly lost his temper silently. If Cheng Yun didn't get really angry in the middle of the night and pushed him away abruptly, he might have to sleep until tonight.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuzhi no longer had the appetite to continue eating ice powder.

He put the porcelain bowl on the low table next to him, hugged his shoulders and asked him, "Why did you lose your temper yesterday?"

Gu Yan: "No."

Cheng Yuzhi raised his voice: "If not, why are you bothering about that picture?"

While raising his voice, the young man raised his chin slightly.

It made him look nice and reserved, like a cat just woken up from sleep impatiently trying to paw at someone.

Cheng Yuzhi solemnly warned him: "Don't do this again next time, if you have any dissatisfaction, just tell me directly, don't hold it in your heart all day." Then come to torment him at night.

Where did Gu Yan not agree: "Okay."

That bowl of ice powder was not too small, Gu Yan thought he was angry, and bought a big bowl specially.

As a result, after eating, Cheng Yunzhi's stomach was full, and he couldn't eat lunch, so he sat at the table and stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs.

Zitao picked up a spare rib and put it in his bowl, wondering, "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Yunzhi yawned and didn't move the rib: "I don't have an appetite for dinner."

I'm very tired, and I haven't recovered yet. I always feel that my bones are still numb, and I want to go back and sleep again.

Zitao continued to wonder: "What did you do yesterday, and you are so tired today..."

As he said that, he saw Gu Yan get up, and using chopsticks that hadn't touched anything, picked up a piece of pork ribs from the plate and put it into the pottery bowl.

Zitao looked like he saw a ghost.

Gu Daojun only said: "Eat."

don't make noise.

Turning her head to Cheng Yunzhi, she said warmly, "If you are still sleepy, go up and sleep a little longer, and I will save lunch."

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and nodded to everyone at the dinner table, then his footsteps were weak, and he was taken away by someone, with even a little bit of hair in the background completely covered.

Zitao's chopsticks still contained the pork ribs that his uncle gave to others for the first time in his life: "..."

He couldn't believe it: "Gu... Mr. Gu brought me food?!!"

In the upstairs room, Gu Yan watched Cheng Yunzhi fall asleep again, frowning slightly, covering his stomach with one hand, and turned his back to him.

He was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and gently turned Cheng Yunzhi over.

Want Cheng Yunzhi to face him.

The young man who was tossed again lost his temper, his eyelids were half closed, and his long eyelashes trembled.

Cheng Yunzhi: "Well, how many times a day?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Yan asked him back: "Why didn't Yu Zhi refuse to face me?"

Cheng Yunzhi thought, it doesn't mean that he feels safer facing the wall, so as not to be kissed again suddenly.

I guess I couldn't say it out loud, so I said, "You're too hot."

But these words sounded like a coquettish, Gu Yan endured it, and barely held it back.

When Cheng Yuzhi was about to fall asleep, someone was talking next to his ear.

"Even if Zitao picks up something for you, don't eat it, okay?"

He didn't hear clearly, he just wanted to sleep, so he responded casually: "Okay..." Then he fell asleep and lost consciousness.

Gu Yan said again: "Just eat what I give you, okay?"

He didn't hear the answer, he chuckled lightly, and pressed his forehead against Cheng Yunzhi's beautiful neck.

"Can you?"

Still didn't hear an answer, so it was obvious that he was really asleep, with his lips half-opened.

Gu Daojun stared at him with an unclear expression, and then closed his eyes, as if he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Zitao downstairs was still in shock, holding his job bowl.

He ate the ribs, turned his head away, and said, "Did you see, Mr. Gu brought me food!!!"

Beitz glanced at him: "Yes, I saw it...so why are you so excited?"

Zitao: "It's a little bit unexpected."

Bai Ci: "If you want, I can also bring you food." He narrowed his eyes sensitively, and asked Zitao caught off guard, "Who are you, Fellow Daoist Gu Yan?"

There are often many details that show that Mr. Gu is not an ordinary Daoist Yuanying.

Chen Zitao is from the Xuantian Sect, he is a direct disciple of the sect head, so the Nascent Soul who is related to him...

Can't figure it out, there is no one with the surname Gu.

As expected, Zitao was a little unnatural, and said, "This, it's not... no, it doesn't matter!"

Stumbling, stuttering.

His sophistry was really not convincing, but Beitz didn't continue to ask.

He just said: "I'll just ask casually. Come, come, have dinner... I'll get you some spare ribs too, how about it?"

While eating, Bai Ci had a sudden thought: "Zitao, if I go to your Xuantian sect to learn from you, will you welcome me?"

Speaking of this, Zitao is excited!

He immediately put down his chopsticks, and said incessantly, "Okay! If you come, I will definitely tell my uncles and uncles!"

Bai Ci tilted his head, with a delicate expression: "So... don't you mind my low cultivation?"

Zitao shook his head: "How could it be! Besides, brother Bai's boxing technique is so exquisite that even I have to dismantle it. Hey, if you come, maybe my uncle will be very happy!"

Bai Ci glanced at him, and smiled casually: "Forget it, I'll just treat myself as free...let's practice casually."

The first day of the Fairy Gate Society passed, and the monks were familiar with the competition process.

It is nothing more than everyone draws lots from the designated place, and then goes on stage to compete, the first to admit defeat or the one who falls into the water loses.

So, within a long time, the mortals who set up stalls at the door changed from selling pastries and mung bean soup to selling absorbent cloth towels, and the business was quite prosperous.

Cheng Yuzhi woke up from a nap, feeling that he had overlooked something.

When he came back from a stroll in the street, he suddenly realized.

There is no bookstore in Zhongzhang Island!

Can't help feeling sorry for him, sighing that his wonderful words could not take advantage of Xianjun's remaining prestige, and became a hit here.

He had no choice but to comfort himself, it was just a small island, no more people than land.

After thinking about it, he took out a small notebook from his arms and wrote down solemnly: the next day.

Zitao poked his head and called him: "Master Cheng, it's signed, do you want to get it yourself or should we bring it back for you?"

Cheng Yuzhi didn't even raise his head: "Bring me a copy, thank you, thank you, don't put the chili... No, I mean, thank you very much."

Zitao couldn't put it into words: "You look a little dizzy."

Cheng Yunzhi: "In my world, I'm a fool. Ah! I understand, I'm going to do this next!"

Zitao: "...what do you know?"

The senior brother Xuantianzong left muttering to himself, leaving behind Cheng Yunzhi to write vigorously.

As I wrote last time, little Ah Qi worshiped at Jie Ah Xianjun's gate, near the water tower.

Xianjun's iron bones and tender feelings, facing each other day and night, both of them fell in love.

It seems that the situation is very good, but there is a classic villain who jumped out suddenly, and pointed out that the surname Xiao Ah Qi has low qualifications and is not worthy of a fairy.

Xianjun naturally defended his apprentice, but the comprehension world also began to look back, wondering suspiciously, whether it was Xiao Ah Qi who was seductive to serve others, so that Xianjun accepted him as his apprentice.

When Cheng Yuzhi wrote this, he couldn't help becoming angry, cursing as he wrote: "He is not worthy, so are you worthy!"

This anger lasted until the second day of the competition, when Cheng Yuzhi stepped onto the platform with a sword in his hand, facing Bai Jiamu's face impressively.

Cheng Yuzhi: "..." How did the lottery draw you, my friend!

In an instant, he became the villain.

Mr. Cheng said in his heart, dog thief, take your life.

As a result, Bai Jiamu was still a little tired at first, so he raised his eyes casually to look at him, but now he became energetic, and angrily raised his spirit sword to hit him.

"Who are you calling a thief?!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "You can actually hear what I say in my heart? It's amazing!"

The disciple of Zhongzhang who was keeping score at the side reminded him without raising his head, "You said it."

Bai Jiamu sneered, sinking into his dantian.

"Today, we have a decisive battle."

Although it should be Zitao who has an enmity with you, not someone like Cheng.

Cheng Yunzhi thought.