National First Love and His Little Jasmine

Song Shiqing felt that the only usefulness of the auxiliary system was to tell the time.

This guy even gave Song Xingxing a bedtime story!

Song Shiqing felt that the only usefulness of the auxiliary system was to tell the time.

This guy couldn't even pick a normal bedtime story for Song Xingxing.

After he woke up, Song Xingxing was sitting alone on the bed and staring at him in a daze. He didn't even notice when he sat up and walked over.

"When did Xingxing wake up?"

Song Xingxing's face did not have the dazed circle of just waking up, but deep thinking, which was a state beyond his age.

Song Shiqing has already determined that there is a problem with Song Xingxing's identity, but he will not act rashly until he finds out what the problem is.

Song Xingxing blinked, and his pupils slowly focused. After seeing Song Shiqing's appearance clearly, he curled his lips, threw himself into his arms, and called out softly, "Brother."

"En." Song Shiqing rarely showed a gentle look, and now he was stroking Song Xingxing's soft soft hair, and even his tone was soft and slow.

"I woke up for a while, and saw that my brother was sleeping, but he didn't make a sound."

"Very good." Song Shiqing thought of something and asked, "Has anyone been in this room since you woke up?"

Song Xingxing shook his head, "No."

Song Shiqing stared at him for a while, the smile on his mouth faded, "Then are you hungry? My brother will find something for you to eat."

Song Xingxing's eyes lit up, and he said coquettishly, "I'm hungry! Brother, I've been hungry for a long time!"

"Then you wait for me in the room, and I'll come back as soon as I go, okay?"

Song Shiqing has been observing Song Xingxing's expression all the time, and saw his stiff expression when he heard that he was going out, and he immediately hugged him and shook his head frantically, finally he relaxed a little.

"Don't go out brother, let's stay here, those people will definitely not let us starve to death."

"Yeah." Song Shiqing pinched Song Xingxing's face, the skin under his fingertips was indeed warm, because of his movements, the delicate skin of a child turned red immediately after being white for a moment, which is indeed the state of human beings.

But this can't dispel Song Shiqing's doubts, after all, there are too many loopholes.

For example, now, when he asked Song Xingxing a question in a low voice, he would be able to speak incoherently, "Xingxing, why are you not afraid or curious at all?"

Meng Chuan went out to deal with some matters, and when he came back, he found that the atmosphere in Song Shiqing's side seemed not quite right.

He put on his dark red robe and went straight over.

Every room in the castle is protected by a taboo under the ancestor, the ancestor with the last memory, not the current one.

Meng Chuan also doesn't understand that person's brain is broken, and he has installed some protective measures at home that he can let go of. If he wants to break in regardless of the wishes of the people inside, it will be very troublesome, just like a thief entered the house. , Hide in a room where there is no one, and if you don't want others to open it, the ancestor's restriction will take effect.

As sick as it sounds, it is actually sickly done.

So Meng Chuan simply broke a wooden door for Song Shiqing, and then replaced it with a wooden door that he cursed.

Although it is a wooden door, it looks vulnerable, but in fact, everyone can only open this door with Meng Chuan's permission, otherwise no matter how much effort they put in, it will be useless.

Meng Chuan is the existing BUG in this world, the strongest existence.

When he said that he wanted to marry Song Shiqing, he didn't mean that the game was over.

Human aristocrats have always been worried about him, and a potbellied idiot proposed a marriage or something to stabilize the status of the race. Meng Chuan originally refused and kicked this idiot out of the ranks of nobles, but now he feels that this proposal It's really good.

If Song Shiqing were to bear the fate of his race to marry him, Song Shiqing would definitely not shirk and run away.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan also had a sincere smile on his face.

Dealing with beauties always requires a little more skill and patience, doesn't it?

Song Shiqing didn't know that he was being missed by gangsters again. When Meng Chuan opened the door and came in, he was thinking about how to ask someone to bring food over.

Seeing someone coming, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I need to eat."

Song Shiqing's eyes were calm, and he said confidently: "I want to eat meat."

When he was in the source world, when he was busy, his meals were filled with nutrient solution. Song Shiqing didn’t feel much at that time, but when he came to this world, the intelligent assistant heard that he was hungry, and showed him a lot of food pictures and Amway, saying that he was looking for plums to quench his thirst. It made him very hungry now.

As for the face and the bottom line, it was gone the moment he pampered Meng Chuan, so there was no more burden on him.

Meng Chuan was stunned for a moment when he heard him express his desire so bluntly, then he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and walked towards Song Shiqing, ignoring Song Xingxing who was next to him with wide eyes.

"Almost forgot that you are human." Meng Chuan picked his chin, like teasing a cat, and said gently: "If you want to eat, I'll ask them to bring it to you."

The intelligent assistant flicked the photos in his mind, Song Shiqing was silent for a moment, and read the name of the dish on it: "Cherry meat, sweet-scented osmanthus shark's fin, chicken jumping, um... If there is anything else, you can see someone give it to you." , or not spicy."

It's not that he can't eat spicy food, it's just that he doesn't like it very much and is not used to it. After all, in the source world, no one has invented a nutrient solution that tastes like pepper.

Meng Chuan raised his eyebrows, "The requirements are quite high."

Song Shiqing subconsciously continued: "Not satisfied?"

These words were quite ambiguous, Meng Chuan's hand went down and gently hooked his protruding Adam's apple, "It can be satisfied, all the requirements of the fiancé can be satisfied."

Song Shiqing couldn't escape if he wanted to hide. He was so startled that he choked on his saliva, coughed violently, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and the numb feeling like an electric current lingered in his heart for a long time.

Song Xingxing, who had been silent by the side, suddenly rushed over and threw himself into Song Shiqing's arms.

"elder brother……"

When Song Xingxing yelled these two words, he faced Meng Chuan.

So Song Shiqing couldn't see his expression that didn't belong to the mind of this age.

There was no emotion or impurity in his eyes, and he looked at Meng Chuan, who was smiling but not smiling, without any weakness, and even had the coldness of a snake wrapped around his calf.

When Song Shiqing looked over, the expressions of the two returned to normal.

Song Shiqing covered Song Xingxing's eyes, and there was a bit of complaint in his tone, "The child is here, you should be normal."

Physiological tears were choked on his eyelashes, those beautiful eyes were filled with a hazy and innocent feeling, his lips were slightly upturned, and the words he said fell into Meng Chuan's ears, and they automatically turned into coquettishness. .

Meng Chuan's ears turned red quietly, he stepped back a few steps, and said "Tsk", "It's really in the way."

Song Shiqing let go of the hand covering Song Xingxing's eyes, not as cautiously as before.

"Brother, can you hold me tight?" Song Xingxing opened his hands and whispered, "I'm afraid of him."

He pouted aggrievedly, Song Shiqing could only see from his face that he was acting like a baby, and there was no trace of fear.

The pity that had risen up at first disappeared after thinking of Song Xingxing lying to him today, but he hugged him tightly as he said, and his eyes were flat.

Meng Chuan had clearly been in this room before, so he must have talked to Song Xingxing about something, that's why Song Xingxing lied to him and kept silent.

But Song Shiqing didn't have any sense of danger, after all he was sure that Song Xingxing and Meng Chuan would not harm him, and there was no reason to do so.

Because these two people are not pure vampires or villains, cold-blooded races without heartbeat and temperature, they are different and have their own emotions.

As for the secret about Song Xingxing, he still needs to put a hook to unlock it.

The way to untie it is to make their inseparable become less together and more separated.

"You go to bed." Song Shiqing came to the bed with Song Xingxing in his arms, and broke Song Xingxing's arms around his neck. "I'll go out to eat with him, and I have something to say by the way."

Song Xingxing frowned, his round eyes were full of puzzlement: "Can't I go to dinner together?"

This time it was not Song Shiqing's turn to answer, so Meng Chuan took the first step.

"Children don't interfere with adults' affairs."

Probably because he realized that because of the previous question, he didn't give his brother a perfect answer, which caused his brother to be angry, so he gave Song Shiqing an aggrieved look, and then really shut up.

The fragile and white hand that was as fragile as two lotus roots hung down, watching them leave with unwilling and disappointed eyes, and became more and more determined, as if they had made some determination.

"I was going to have food delivered to your room."

The fog outside had not cleared, Meng Chuan stretched out his hand towards Song Shiqing to signal.

He was prepared that Song Shiqing would refuse, but he didn't expect Song Shiqing to put his own hand on it just after looking at that hand for two seconds.

It only took one day for this change of attitude, and Meng Chuan even wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

"Let's go?" Song Shiqing urged.

"...Let's go." Meng Chuan was in a daze, thinking in his heart that Song Shiqing would not really like him, the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

Song Shiqing looked at his expression and squinted his eyes, as if he had seen it through, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.

"It's boring to stay in the room for a long time." Song Shiqing held his hand back, his fingertips caressed slowly on the back of his hand dishonestly, and it changed into interlocking fingers soon after.

Meng Chuan always finds it weird, but his name in this world is M, and his personality is not really M, so naturally he prefers beauties to take the initiative.

His tone of voice unconsciously carried a bit of connivance, "Then I'll take you around after dinner."

"What's there to do in this foggy place?" As if showing him, Song Shiqing stretched out his hand, his fingertips were surrounded by mist, "The fog will be removed later."

Meng Chuan opened his mouth, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Song Shiqing.

Song Shiqing asked full of trust and provocation: "You can do it?"

Meng Chuan: "..."

He can indeed, but the purpose of dense fog is to cover the sunlight, and it will be restrained on a full moon night. If it is retracted, many low-level vampire servants will be threatened by their lives during the day. Another purpose is to Prevent Song Shiqing from stopping to separate directions and then escape.

Meng Chuan felt that although Song Shiqing had really provoked him, the level and degree were not enough.

So he just refused again, but this time Song Shiqing changed a different routine.

"You said we're getting married, we're fiancée, don't you even satisfy me with this little requirement? Who said just now that my fiancé would satisfy what my fiancé wants? So it's all lies." Song Shiqing sighed, Youyou said: "If there is no such fog, I can still recognize the fog in your room. If I want to go and have a look in advance, it doesn't have to be to see the wedding room at that time. I really want to see the place where you usually live. .”

"Could it be a coffin?" Song Shiqing's tone was calm and slow, with a bit of his unique deep and green voice, which was very attractive, "I haven't slept in a coffin yet, maybe I can try tonight."

Meng Chuan: "..."