Non-Human Sub-district Office

Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing blankly.

There was still a warm and soft touch on his lips, and the palm slowly leaving his cheeks was big and warm, and the feeling of gently brushing his lips was extremely clear and delicate.

Thoughts seemed to be churned into a ball by those hands, and a butterfly flapped its wings and landed softly on the heart dripping with honey.

Slight itching, soreness.

It took Lin Mu a long time to come back to his senses, he subconsciously pursed his lips, his eyes brushed against Yan Xuanjing's perfectly shaped thin lips, his mind was still in a state of confusion, and as soon as he turned his gaze, he saw the stretching of the outside of the yard. The neck looks at his five heads.

…………

……

"..."

Shame suddenly flooded the sky and covered the sky.

Lin Mu blushed, his ears were so red that he was about to bleed, he rushed into the house like a gust of wind, locked the door with a "click", and hurriedly closed the window after entering the room, pulling the curtains Rolling in the quilt, covering his beating heart, he looked up and met Qin Chuan's golden round longan eyes.

Hold the grass! !

Lin Mu jumped in fright, lifted the quilt and turned on the bedside lamp.

Lin Mu covered his heart, unable to tell whether he was scared or ashamed.

He didn't even have time to think about that kiss from Yan Xuanjing just now!

Lin Mu was furious.

He grabbed Qin Chuan from the bed and shook the fish-like dragon: "Why are you in my bed!!"

Qin Chuan was holding his tail by him, looked upside down at the trees, and said quietly after a while, "I'm so sour."

forest:"……"

"I also want to kiss." Qin Chuan said sourly, "No one kisses me."

forest:"……"

Qin Chuan sighed.

Lin Mu grabbed the veins of the dragon submerged in lemons, looked left and right, and pressed the little felt fox on the bedside table to Qin Chuan's face for a moment.

Qin Chuan was shocked: "..."

Lin Mu expressionless: "Satisfied?"

Qin Chuan flicked his tail and struggled out of Lin Mu's hand, threw the little felt fox on the bed, and said, "Shouldn't you call Diwu at a time like this?"

Lin Mu picked up the little fox and put it on the small bed of the bedside table: "If you want to beat it, you beat it yourself."

"I don't have his number!"

"That's why he doesn't want to give it to you." Lin Mu was ruthless.

Diwuqian reminded Wan to not let Qin Chuan know his phone number, because if Qin Chuan knew, he would never have peace.

In a 24-hour day, I am afraid that I have to deal with Qin Chuan's calls 25 hours a day.

"Playing Frisbee?"

"Don't play!"

"The checkers?"

"Don't play!"

"Ludo?"

"Don't play!"

"..."

"I want the imperial house!"

Qin Chuan rolled around on the bed playing tricks.

Lin Mu looked expressionlessly at Qin Chuan shrinking into a thin strip and rolled from side to side on the bed, calmly took out a deck of playing cards from the drawer, and sat down on the bed.

There was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wanted to hang Qin Chuan up and beat him up.

"Come draw a joke card." Lin Mu said, "If you win, I will call Diwu for you."

Qin Chuan sat up in shock from his dying illness, a carp jumped up, quickly transformed back into a human form, sat cross-legged on the bed, and rolled up his sleeves: "Come here!"

Lin Mu looked at Qin Chuan, and while shuffling the cards, he felt that this little mentally handicapped man really lived up to his reputation.

I really don't have a clue about my luck.

Is drawing joker cards a game that unlucky ghosts like you are qualified to play!

Lin Mu shuffled the cards, put them in the middle of the bed, and snorted coldly: "Come on!"

Yan Xuanjing was thrown into the yard by Lin Mu, and he was stunned for a long time before following Lin Mu's gaze and turning his head to look at the monsters standing outside the yard.

There was a book floating in front of Dixiu, four little carrots were sitting in a row in front of him, and Nie Shen was sitting upright on a small low stool at the far end.

Except for Nie Shen, Di Xiu and the four little monsters all stretched their heads and looked at him without blinking.

It's just that Lin Renshen and the others were shocked, while Di Xiu frowned slightly and looked at him with a little doubt.

Di Xiu was indeed very puzzled, because he found that these two juniors did not have a trace of lust on them - they had gone out for a whole night, and Yan Gui had been gone for several hours after explaining the situation to him.

Kissing in the yard is obviously already a very intimate act, but why...

Dixiu looked suspiciously around Yan Xuanjing.

This little fox...couldn't be okay.

Yan Xuanjing vaguely felt that there was something wrong with Di Xiu's gaze, and he lowered his eyes to look at himself, but he didn't know what was wrong.

He turned his head and glanced at the room with the closed door, and he didn't intend to enter the room right now to make Lin Mu die of embarrassment, but walked towards Dixiu.

Yan Xuanjing was not surprised that Nie Shen was thrown here by Yan Gui.

He could even guess where Yan Gui left Nie Shen here to arrange for him.

Nine times out of ten, it is the street where Lin Mu is now, and he has to work with Lin Mu—Yan Xuanjing is not stupid, Yan Gui made it clear that Nie Shen was kept by Di Xiu's side because only those who stayed with Di Xiu Only then can Nie Shen stay awake.

As a tree lover, Little Ginseng strongly condemned Toffee: "Toffee...how are you taking advantage of the trees again!"

Yan Xuanjing paused, turned his head to look at the baby, and said, "This is not taking advantage."

"Kiss, why didn't you take advantage of it!" Little Ginseng stomped her feet, "You made Lin Shu cry last time, and you took advantage of him again!"

Yan Xuanjing, who was brought up in black history, was silent for two seconds, and said, "He didn't cry this time."

Little Ginseng was taken aback.

Oh yes.

Lin Mu didn't cry this time.

Although he still rushed into the yard, he seemed shy.

"Then...then you two are..." Little Ginseng raised his chubby hand and tipped a little finger mysteriously, "Is it this one?"

Yan Xuanjing pressed his little finger back: "Vulgar act."

"I learned it from watching TV dramas." Little Ginseng pouted and asked again, "Then you two are like this?"

Yan Xuanjing was not at all embarrassed, and nodded very simply.

The little ginseng exhorted in a childlike voice: "Then you have to be kind to Lin Mu, and you can't let him cry anymore, and you can't even get angry. Lin Mu is so good, you can't be bad."

After finishing speaking, he tugged Yan Xuanjing's clothes expectantly, and asked cautiously: "Then when will you have a baby? If you have a baby, do you still want me?"

He grabbed his little bellyband nervously, and said in a low voice, "I'm very useful. I can take care of the baby and cook for the baby. Can I follow you all the time?"

Yan Xuanjing looked at the little monster who was not as tall as his waist but had an extremely strong sense of crisis, and condescendingly rubbed his head.

"No," he said.

The little ginseng was taken aback for a moment, laughed a few times, let go of his hands and sat back on the small bench again, feeling happy again.

Dixiu looked at them with a smile on the side.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at the book in Di Xiu's hand.

Textbook for the first grade of primary school, PEP edition "Ideology and Morality".

Following his gaze, Di Xiu held up the book in front of him, and said, "I found it in Mumu's bookcase, and I just used it to teach Nie Shen."

The book looked old, but it was in such good condition that there were no creases at the corners.

Yan Xuanjing glanced at the cover that was held up in front of him, and at a glance he saw the word 林木 written crookedly on it.

It looks like it should have been written when I first learned how to write. It looks jerky and stiff, and looks quite cute.

"It's cute, isn't it?" Dixiu caressed the book in his hand with a soft expression, "Here are some short stories written by his mother."

These few days, Dixiu looked through the bookcases at home when he had nothing to do, and unexpectedly he found some things.

These old books used by Lin Shu in primary school are one of them.

Dixiu caught the sporadic and elegant handwriting on it, which is completely different from the young Lin Shu's crooked dog crawling handwriting, which is mature.

Dixiu knew that word, it was Lin Xueji's.

Lin Xueji misses the old days and loves to take pictures. She always says that these objects and photos are relics of time, and she is reluctant to throw away everything. In the end, all of them are piled up at home, making such a big house still seem a bit crowded.

Lin Mu used to talk about throwing away some things to make room, but after Lin Xueji left, he didn't throw away anything. Instead, like his mother, he kept everything and kept hoarding new things.

It is precisely because of this that Di Xiu had the opportunity to find these surprises left behind by time.

Before his accident, Lin Xueji had the habit of keeping a diary, but Dixiu searched the house and couldn't find the diary. Presumably Lin Xueji was afraid that if he accidentally revealed the secret and caused Lin Mu's accident, he simply destroyed it.

But even so, being able to find these small things was enough to make Tixiu happy.

From these gadgets, he could see times he hadn't been a part of.

Dixiu was very satisfied.

Yan Xuanjing looked at Di Xiu's expression, wondering what he should say at this time to revitalize the atmosphere.

While he was still thinking, Di Xiu took the lead to chase away people: "You go to Mumu, we have a class outside."

"Class?" Yan Xuanjing was slightly startled, looked at the four little monsters sitting in a row, then at Nie Shen who was sitting next to the four little monsters, and reminded, "The rules of the Central Plains are not suitable for the Great Wilderness."

"But he is in the Central Plains now." Dixiu said, making a gesture to drive away, "I know it well."

After hearing what he said, Yan Xuanjing stopped talking and turned around and walked into the courtyard.

The main door was locked by Lin Shu. Although this kind of lock could not stop Yan Xuanjing at all, he still did not forcefully unlock it, but went around to the side door at the back.

This side door was also locked before, but it had been left unlocked since he arrived as Toffee.

Yan Xuanjing pushed open the side door and entered the house. The room was quiet, and the lights were not turned on. Only the morning light from outside fell in through the window, creating beams of light, dyed with the faint light dust and the light and finely fragmented sunrise. , appears quiet and peaceful.

Yan Xuanjing walked up to the second floor, and knocked lightly on Lin Mu's door.

There was a reply from the room, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Yan Xuanjing paused.

The footsteps were not from the trees.

Just as he was thinking this way, the door opened, and it was the short Qin Chuan who came to open the door. He looked hopeless, as if he had been bullied miserably.

Yan Xuanjing raised his eyes to look into the room, and found that Lin Mu had already propped up the small table on the bed. There was a pair of rich men on the table, which seemed to be in the middle of the process. There was still a large stack of playing cards scattered under the table. There is a board of flying chess on the card.

Lin Mu turned his head and met Yan Xuanjing's eyes straight away. He was stunned for two seconds, looked at the messy bed, stuffed the rich man into the box, and stretched his legs to block the playing cards under the table. And Ludo, trying to pretend nothing happened.

Yan Xuanjing: "?"

I thought you were being shy.

In the end, you hid in your room playing cards and chess with Qin Chuan and playing Monopoly?

Standing at the door, Yan Xuanjing looked at Lin Mu packing up his things in a panic, and for a moment doubted his own face.

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