Fuck you

Ming Yuegui didn't think much about it. In his heart, Xinghe was never a person who would do anything for others, let alone lie and cheat. He turned his head and opened the food box, and the aroma immediately overflowed: "All right, let's eat first, starve to death gone."

As he spoke, he took out the dishes and placed them around the vase, and said happily, "Look, it's for two."

Xinghe took out the book that was pressed by the plate, and didn't say whether to eat or not to eat, just asked indifferently: "How do you know that I didn't eat and came back?"

Mingyuegui was holding the bowl, with two round petal-shaped food stuck on the chopsticks, a small part of her cheeks bulged, and she answered the words with a happy face: "I saw it."

Probably delicious food can always let people off their guard inadvertently, the aroma is overflowing between the lips and teeth, and the nerves are relaxed.

Mingyuegui stopped chewing, and her eyes flicked to the side as she looked at the dishes.

"Oh." Xinghe nodded, "So the person I saw on the terrace was indeed you."

After being silent for a while, Ming Yuegui moved her cheeks again, and said in a vague way: "What are you talking about, I don't understand... blah blah blah..."

Xinghe tilted his head back slightly in disgust: "Isn't the scenery outside Zangshuge nice? Anyway, I don't want to see you. Since you like to stay for a few more days, I will let you out after I finish my magic class."

There are eleven spell classes in total, except for the one that Mingyue Gui didn't finish listening to today, there are still ten classes, which means ten days.

Mingyuegui silently glanced at Xinghe, did not speak, her cheeks bulged, like a wronged little squirrel.

Of course, if he doesn't make strange noises.

Baji Baji Baji Baji Baji Baji...

Xinghe couldn't bear it anymore, and moved his fingers to push his cheek back: "Can you keep quiet while eating?"

Mingyue Gui's eyes were clear and innocent, she swallowed what was in her mouth, then suddenly lowered her head, pouted her mouth and spit out an unknown fruit core.

The fruit core flicked a few times, avoided the two plates perfectly, fell from the edge of the table corner, and fell into the lapel of Xinghe's lap.

Xinghe's face turned green. No one in the world dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

He stood up, looked down at the round saliva mark on the hem of the clothes, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and with a stabbing sound, he tore off the lower half of the hem.

The little crispy fish that Ming Yue Gui had just picked up fell into the bowl, he actually just wanted to make Xing He sick, but the table was too fucking smooth, there was no time to stop it...

"Wait, wait, listen to my explanation!" Ming Yuegui subconsciously stood up, bowed her body and jumped back three steps away, not forgetting to rescue the bowl and took a bite, "I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't do it on purpose, Don't come here, don't come here, because I'm kind enough to bring you food..."

The next words ended abruptly on the half of the clothes that Xinghe threw over.

The fingertips were wrapped in spiritual power, and the hem of the clothes split into countless pieces in mid-air. The crystal clear frost wrapped them into small balls and smashed them over. This was Xinghe's angry blow. It became a leaky plug.

The force was controlled just right, neither too painful nor uncomfortable. Every place on the clothes that was touched by the ball turned into holes of exactly the same size. Mingyue Gui managed to protect the bowl and thighs, and the rest of the place was miserable. Like locusts crossing the border, they are so dilapidated and miserable that they can beg for food with a turn of the doorpost with a bowl in hand.

Ming Yuegui grabbed his clothes, and put his fingers into the small hole to pick it. He slowly raised his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched inexplicably: "You're ruthless."

Xinghe flicked the corners of his clothes contemptuously, and half of the hem of his clothes was broken, which did not affect his cool and outstanding temperament at all. He stood with two fingers on his left hand against the table, his slightly inclined upper body outlined a beautifully curved waistline.

He didn't speak, and even picked up a small fruit and put it in his mouth, his sharp eyes were full of arrogance with contempt for everything.

It seems to be saying, do you have the ability to beat me up?

Ming Yuegui cursed in his heart, but it is an objective fact that he can't beat Xinghe, and he has already done what he wants to do anyway, as long as he can make Xinghe sick to the point that he feels a little pain, it's fine.

Anyway, in comparison, Xinghe must be more angry.

Just thinking about it makes me feel good.

Mingyuegui held the bowl, sticking out her tongue and crooked her eyes under Xinghe's astonished gaze, drooping her head and making an invincible and ugly hanged grimace—eyeballs parted to both sides, nose wrinkled, mouth open and tongue sticking out.

Slightly slightly slightly slightly slightly.

Xinghe was stunned, completely unable to understand that there are people in this world who can make such ugly movements, the spiritual power on his fingertips flickered erratically, and then went out, but he still maintained the movement of pinching formulas completely unaware.

Ming Yuegui watched him put his head down and eat the last bite of rice, and nodded him with chopsticks: "Master, there are a lot of people who are not as knowledgeable as you, don't waste food, you!"

He was proud, with the corners of his lips curled up, and his smile was slightly provocative. If one ignored his beggar attire, he would think he was a flirtatious and handsome boy.

Xinghe frowned, as if he was studying how this person quickly switched from retarded to normal mode, so he forgot to beat him out.

It wasn't until Mingyuegui pushed the door out gracefully that the soft sound of the door closing brought Xinghe back to his senses. He put down his arm that had been raised for a long time, and looked at the dishes that were still steaming on the table.

Several dishes basically remained the same as when they were brought out, and they didn't touch a few mouthfuls, and most of them were just poached by Mingyuegui.

Xinghe thought of Mingyuegui puffing his cheeks and poking his mouth intoxicatedly, and wondered if something else had been added to today's bamboo rice. chopsticks.

"Ao Shuang."

There was a lot of noise outside, and the little fairy boy from before was still shrinking and pushed the door in. First, he was startled by the strong smell of rice in the room, and then he quickly raised his eyes and lowered his head after standing still: "God, Yes, what are your orders?"

Xinghe pulled out his chair and sat down: "Clean up the things on the table for me, bring in an incense burner, and light some cold sandalwood."

Ao Shuang almost fell to his knees when he saw the dishes on the table and the food boxes spread out. He vaguely guessed who did it. The boy he met when taking out the trash just now had a food box in his hand.

Then Mingyuegui wouldn't be beaten to death by the God of Galaxy, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering, and when he was about to serve the plate, he caught something from the corner of his eye and gave a sudden pause.