Chapter seven hundred and seventy first: hesitant to speak
He had just seen that there were only about ten pieces of glutinous rice and osmanthus cake. There were so many people in Yuxian Pavilion, even if ten people could share one piece, it would not be high, so instead of letting them grab it, there was no colleague at all.
Love... He has decided that he wants to eat alone!
Cheng Muyan and the others felt the same astonishment in their hearts when they felt the four crystal-like beautiful glutinous rice and osmanthus cakes in front of them.
He hugged his own part, and then hugged Qing Huan for him. He looked at the two people in front of him with vigilant eyes: "You go to another table to eat. The two of us want to eat together."
Qingjiu twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling embarrassed to say that she had seen his true face.
It's just that she's afraid that if she eats too slowly, we'll steal the food, or this guy just wants to get rid of them openly and then steal the host's sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
How long ago was this routine? It has long been outdated, okay?
However, despite this, Qingjiu still picked up her little cake and took the food box to eat at another table.
Yan Mengxue looked at Qingjiu's back, and then at the little girl who was looking at her eagerly. After a moment of silence, she stood up, picked up her lunch box, and left with Qingjiu.
Without these two light bulbs, Cheng Muyan immediately grinned, showing two small fangs, and pushed a small cake towards Qing Huan with a smile: "Let's eat first, and then eat the glutinous rice and osmanthus cake, just like
It’s time for dessert.”
Qing Huan knew what this little girl was up to, but she looked like she was easy to bully. She nodded her head obediently, picked up the chopsticks with her long white fingers, took out a piece of sweet and sour fish, picked out the fish bones and picked up the fish bones.
In the little girl's bowl.
Without thinking, Cheng Muyan picked it up and put it into her mouth. She immediately squinted her eyes and showed a look of enjoyment, just like a cat whose fur was so smooth and comfortable. It made the young man's heart itch and his eyes heat up.
I want to touch, hug, and kiss!
Qingjiu, who had come over to plan the rice in advance, saw the weak side of her host husband. In front of Mr. Cheng, he was like a piece of dough that could be kneaded without any temper at all.
Qingjiu moved a stool and sat at the door, blowing in the wind while observing the scene of the two getting along.
Could it be that his host is a pervert? On the surface, he is gentle and pleasant, gentle and handsome, with no flaws or mistakes, but secretly he is the kind of super super pervert who likes to play in dark rooms!
There are many such characters in novels, imprisoned at every turn, warned by cages made of gold, warned by handcuffs made of crystal, and even...even something else, he can't remember anything else, it's not important anyway.
However, the more Qingjiu looked at it, the more he felt that his host seemed to be that...that kind of person, huh? Why are the host's ears red?
Qingjiu was so stunned that she didn't see the scene in front of her. When she turned around, she saw that her host's face was stained with rouge. The ends of her eyes were crimson and the tips of her ears were scalding red.
Staring blankly at the young man in front of him who was as shy as a little winter melon, Qingjiu felt that her mind was empty.
Will a villain who is imprisoned have such a changeable mood?
Won't!
Generally, unless the goal is achieved, this kind of pervert will only feel excited and stimulated in his heart, but he will not feel shy or shy. What's more, this kind of person may not have any shy or shy emotions at all. He is perfect in front of others, but vicious and bloodthirsty behind others. This is what he means.
The true meaning of perversion!
Qingjiu wiped his face with vicissitudes. He looked at Yan Mengxue who was about to go out for a walk after dinner. He stood up as soon as the stool was up: "Let's go out for a walk. The house is full of dog food? There is no room for it now."
We are."
Yan Mengxue: "..."
Qingjiu also figured it out now. His host was not a ruthless pervert at all, but a wife!
Simply!
Qingjiu walked out quickly, not wanting to see such a worthless host again.
He still remembered that when he first met the host, he thought that the host of great luck was going to follow the route of Long Aotian, or else it would be the route of fighting for world hegemony like Mo Qiong. As a result... now it has become inside and out.
Grab a handful of wives who are as good as farmers and commercial bed warmers?!
I hate it!
Even Tan Ruixin, the shady cult leader, is much stronger than the host, at least...
Qingjiu thought about this guy's cultivation and property, and wiped his face again. It was nothing. At least, this guy was far behind my host!
Could it be that...the host's golden-fingered grandfather is Mr. Cheng?
It feels like maybe... every time the host gets rich or gains power and improves his cultivation, there seems to be a trace of Mr. Cheng?
Moreover, Mr. Cheng seems to have a natural way of turning misfortune into good fortune.
"Snapped!"
Qingjiu slapped her forehead, almost wanting to slap herself twice.
Didn't Yan Qizhi test Mr. Cheng's luck value and show it to them when he first arrived?
He just dared to refuse to present the glutinous rice and sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Mr. Cheng who had such a huge fortune!
Qingjiu grabbed her hair and turned her head anxiously... Then, she saw Yan Mengxue looking at him inexplicably.
Moreover, when she saw him turning around, Yan Mengxue moved her mouth but was hesitant to speak. Qingjiu was waiting for her to say something, but she saw that the other party was hesitant to speak and had her mouth tightened...
What are you doing???
"Is something wrong?" Qingjiu was confused.
Yan Mengxue shook her head, and then showed an expression that was hesitant to speak, but this time the other party was much more determined. After thinking for a while, she opened her mouth.
Qingjiu pricked up her ears and listened...
"Is there something wrong with you here?"
Qingjiu looked at the other person blankly and pointed at her head, then turned and left.
gone?
what does it mean!
How come I have something wrong with my brain?
If you have the ability, come back and explain it clearly!
In this life, labor and management hate people who say half the words, keep the other half!
Mr. Cheng and Mr. Qing's wife (wife) didn't know anything about the twists and turns outside. They sat on the soft couch and ate dessert happily.
You take a bite and I take a bite, eating so sweet that I snore!
Of course, the glutinous rice and osmanthus cake is not overwhelmingly sweet. It tastes sweet and suitable for all ages. What makes it sweet is the atmosphere between these two people.
Mr. Cheng wanted to put away his box, saying it was for a late-night snack, but actually he wanted to eat it alone, but he was very talkative, saying that after the two of them had eaten dessert, they would share the late-night snack together.
Qing Huan knew that the late night snack would most likely end up in the little girl's stomach alone, so she agreed softly.
Then this solitary piece of glutinous rice and sweet-scented osmanthus cake, half a palm in size, was shared one by one.
Mr. Cheng's mouth is not big enough, otherwise he would have eaten it in one bite.
It's just that this half-palm-sized glutinous rice and sweet-scented osmanthus cake can be eaten by two and a half-year-old boys in one bite each. Together they can eat it all in just a few bites. This is because Qing Huan made a special concession and only took a small bite at a time.