However, the two of them share the same problem, a relationship of need and need.
This is enough to decide that their lives will be tied together.
*
After Long Zhuiyue took a shower, she took off the black night clothes she was wearing and put on a set of black casual clothes. She walked into the restaurant with her freshly washed, wet black hair hanging around her shoulders, letting Yang Zimei and Lan Ya
I have an amazing feeling.
Long Zhuiyue is not the kind of soft and charming girl who is alluring to the country, but she is handsome, fresh and refined, just like a snow lotus.
There is a faint, very special fragrance on her body that makes people feel very comfortable.
This aroma is somewhat similar to the scent of Long Zhutian.
"Sister Zhuiyue, you are wearing that perfume, it's so comfortable!"
Lan Yaya put her nose close and asked.
“Naturally fragrant!”
Long Zhuiyue shrugged.
"Then I have it too."
Lan YaYa stuck out her tongue and said something with a red face.
Long Zhuiyue looked at the dishes on the table and sniffed greedily, "It's been a long time since I had such a good meal, I'm going to get started!"
"Eat it!"
Hearing her words, Yang Zimei's heart felt sour again.
She didn't know what kind of life Long Zhuiyue lived before. He probably followed her master and wandered around.
However, fortunately, Long Zhuiyue's temperament was bright, cheerful and lively, unlike her and Long Zhutian, who were a bit gloomy.
Long Zhuiyue had a hearty meal, Fang touched his belly, leaned back on the chair, and sighed with satisfaction, "It's so comfortable! In the past two months, I have never tasted such delicious food while looking for Master.
Yes. When Master was here, we often went to eat all kinds of delicious food, and we were very happy. My master’s cooking skills are also very good. He can make delicious dishes with any ingredients. It’s just that
My master...wuwu..."
As Long Zhuiyue was talking, maybe he missed his master too much, so he started to cry loudly again without any scruples.
Yang Zimei and Lan Yaya looked at each other.
"What's wrong with her? Did something happen to her master? Is she so sad?"
Lan Yaya asked Yang Zimei nervously.
"Like me, Master has also disappeared."
Yang Zimei looked at Long Zhuiyue like a child, laughing when he wanted to and crying when he wanted to. He really envied her innocent feelings.
There is no way she can be like Long Zhuiyue.
She has a deep palace and a gloomy heart. Whether she laughs or cries, it is always light.
Many times, she even felt like she was wearing a mask, and even she couldn't tell who she was.
This is a kind of maturity, which can also be said to be a kind of sadness.
"Sister-in-law, I miss my master so much, wuwu, please help me find my master..."
Long Zhuiyue held Yang Zimei's arm and cried again.
"Well, tell me your master's name, birthday, and horoscope, and I will help you calculate it."
Yang Zimei nodded and said.
"Fortune teller? Don't say you are a fortune teller, right?"
Long Zhuiyue suddenly raised his head, wiped away his tears, glared at her and said, "I am your sister-in-law, and you actually want to fool me by pretending to be a magician?"
"Sister Zhuiyue, Zimei is really a fortune teller. He is well-known in City A. His fortune-telling is very accurate. A fortune can be worth a fortune."
Lan Yaya said from the side.
"I don't believe these lies! Unless you can figure out how old I am, where I was born, who my parents are, and why you abandoned me in the first place."
Long Zhuiyue said with disdain.
This really can’t be calculated!
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly in his heart.
Long Zhuiyue was the same as Long Zhutian. All he could see was chaos. Maybe it was because of his half-human and half-fox bloodline.
