Fuck you

Back in his yard, the little boy sweeping the floor was no different from before, and the door of Mingyuegui's room was closed, and he didn't know if he was asleep or awake.

He called Aowen over and asked, "Where is Mingyue?"

Ao Wen was taken aback by his serious expression, and stood at attention: "My lord has gone to the back kitchen."

Back kitchen?Why did he go to the back kitchen?

Just as he was about to ask, a familiar figure idling around turned around in the corridor over there.

Xinghe wanted to turn around and leave at that time, but he insisted on not moving.He raised his face slightly, and shot his gaze as sharp as a knife, as if he was going to cut the person who came.

Chigua Aowen, who didn't know the truth, was affected by the eye knife, and almost burst into tears. Seeing that Mr. Youyang was completely attracted by the visitor, he hurriedly pissed off with his tail between his legs.

In the future, we must keep a distance from the young master, Ao Wen warned himself again.

Over there, Mingyuegui walked over with a small stew pot, and saw Xinghe standing under the sun at a glance.

He immediately wanted to look away, but looking at Xinghe's extremely serious look, he was afraid that he would be too hypocritical, so he bravely looked back, and the uncomfortable expression on his face flashed past, too fast to catch.

In fact, I haven't figured out how to face Xinghe, and I don't know how much Xinghe remembers.

It would be best if you forgot all of them, although it would be somewhat disappointing.But if Xinghe remembers all of them, whether he will ask him to blame him or directly point out that the relationship is estranged and leave, he doesn't want to bear either.

Destiny is a thing that loves to play tricks on people sometimes. The two of them actually thought that their own animal nature had done something to each other by accident, and their thoughts were completely different, but they coincided with each other in the same guilty conscience.

Mingyue Gui saw that Xinghe's expression was a bit more arrogant than usual, she settled down a little, and walked over to meet the real gaze as if nothing had happened, and pretended to say: "Oh, are you sober? It seems that your drunk father didn't know you yesterday. I thought I would sleep for another seven or eight days."

Xinghe looked at the stew pot in his hand, and asked coldly, "What is it?"

"I ordered the kitchen to make porridge." Xinghe's eyes were fixed, and Mingyue Gui had the illusion of running naked in broad daylight. He avoided Xinghe's gaze and lowered his head, and passed the stew pot over, "Here, let's put it on." .”

Xinghe accidentally touched Mingyuegui's hand with his fingers when he was picking up the stewpot. He managed to escape throwing away the stewpot, his heart skipped a beat, and his gaze became sharper as he stared at Mingyuegui, as if he wanted to get a glimpse of something.

Ming Yuegui tucked his hands into his sleeves, looked up at Xinghe, Xinghe was half a head taller than him, and the two of them were standing very close, such a perspective made him feel oppressed, so he stepped back a little bit, and said casually: "What are you doing?" Well, you want to hit me?"

Xinghe looked at his open and closed lips, and suddenly asked, "Why is your mouth swollen?"

Mingyuegui: "..."

I rub!

How should I answer this!

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

How to do!

Does he mean to remember or not to remember?

Xinghe: "There are bugs in the room? It seems to be bitten on the neck."

It was you who fucking bit me! ! ! !

A group of grass-mud horses galloped past from the bottom of his heart, and Ming Yuegui held up his broken heart, especially wanting to squirt blood from his heart to kill the big bug, so he tugged at his collar and whimpered, "I was accidentally licked by a dog, Oh, I said, do you want to drink or not, why are you staring at me?"

Xinghe wondered, that stupid dog Erlangshen came?But he faintly felt that something was wrong, he wanted to grab Mingyue back and take a closer look, but just as he raised his hand, he suddenly remembered the embarrassment between the two of them, so he quickly retracted and put his back behind his back.

"I don't want to drink anymore." He was a little annoyed, and he didn't know why he was annoyed. Maybe it was because he didn't like the feeling of being lost, or maybe it was because the relationship between the two suddenly became subtle and uncomfortable.

"Drink it yourself." Xinghe stuffed the stew pot into Mingyue Gui's arms, with a look of disgust on his face, he didn't know that there was a jar of excrement in the stew pot.

Ming Yuegui took it in a daze, and comforted her inexplicably: "Oh, don't go! How about we drink together? You drink and I watch? I feed you?"

Xinghe stopped and looked back at him.

Mingyuegui slapped herself in her heart.

I just want to know why this mouth doesn't listen to me. I clearly meant to ask him to leave. Why are you talking so much nonsense? What can I do now?

"I dare not ask you to feed me." Xinghe looked like a gentleman, "Go to your room to drink."

He emphasized the word "responsibility" a lot. Speaking of which, he has never been fed by anyone in all his years of life.what will it feel likeBut looking at Mingyuegui's reluctant appearance, it might not be so wonderful.

Fortunately, he was relieved that Mingyue Gui didn't have any special reaction when he saw him, and his words were as mean as ever, so...

It should be just a dream.

It's he who thinks too much.

Also relieved was Mingyue Gui. Although he felt that Xinghe always looked impatient today, fortunately, he didn't show any signs of repulsion or anger, and he probably didn't remember it. , we can still be together as calmly and intimately as before, but——

In my heart, I hope that Xinghe will remember.

So lost.

"Aren't you going to plead guilty?" Mingyue Gui had nothing to say, and went to her room with the stew pot in her arms, "Leaving the table in front of Tianjun, the guarding work is left to Yaoji, I don't know how she will I won't speak ill of you."

"I won't go." Xinghe said, "Yao Ji won't tell the truth."

Mingyue Gui squinted at him: "Oh?"

"Wan Shou was organized in Yaotai after all, Yao Ji also has to be responsible for the safety of the banquet, not just my business." Xinghe didn't know why he had to explain, as if he would misunderstand something if he didn't explain Mingyuegui clearly.

Ming Yuegui pushed open the door: "What are you going to do about the mirror demon?"

Xinghe went in with him, and wanted to close the door behind his back, feeling a little guilty as if the two of them were about to do something bad, so he went in and sat down: "I originally planned to go to Beihuang to investigate Yunxin after Wanshou, but I forgot these few days. Rixin disciples have been invited to Ziwei Palace to attend classes, my master is in closed-door training, and your master will mainly teach you the homework, but I also have to show my face, I'm afraid I will have to wait for a few days."

Ming Yuegui faced the door and sat across from Xinghe. She took a small bowl and scooped it up. When she put the spoon on, she scooped it back and forth thoughtfully, blowing air. Xinghe almost thought that he was going to feed herself.

Xinghe sat up straighter, looked away from Mingyuegui's swollen lips, and stared at Qingyu without blinking.

Why is it swollen?

Why is Mingyue's mouth swollen?

What the hell happened yesterday?

Was that stupid dog really here?

He felt that there were a hundred thousand reasons in his mind, and he couldn't calm down and think about things at all.