Both of them had sparks in their eyes, neither of them willing to give in.
"Brother Yuwen, if I tell Yuwen Zai what happened today along with what you said, what do you think will happen to you?"
Murong Hua has a bright mind. If you have a handle, I can also have a handle. See who will lose to whom!
Yu Wenxiang's face turned darker. Murong Hua, are you waiting for him here? ! It's a pity that you made the wrong calculation.
"Brother Murong, don't forget, my request now is to take Xiaoru away. You also know that if you do this forcefully, I will not be unsure."
Yu Wenxiang paused deliberately and saw Murong Hua's face dimming little by little.
"Who do you think he will believe?" Yu Wenxiang's hand was already on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and his thumb was rubbing the jade inlaid on the handle.
His momentum completely overwhelmed Murong Hua, and he won the contest.
It also resolved an unnecessary fight. In fact, he didn't want Xiaoru to see his embarrassed look, although maybe Xiaoru didn't even bother to look at him.
One glance.
He is not suitable to be the hero of her story about a hero saving a beauty. He will always be able to watch from afar. Only when he stands at the highest point and everyone is worshiping him, can he be qualified to protect her legitimately.
"Okay, what happened today never happened." Murong Hua threw the key to him and walked away. In staying, he was afraid that his spirit and self-esteem would be destroyed by him.
"Humph!" Yu Wenxiang snorted coldly, picked up the key and ran towards Guan Xiaoru's house.
"You?" Xiaoru saw that Yu Wenxiang came alone this time and opened the door with a key. How could Murong Hua take the key so easily
Gave it to him
Looking at him, he didn't look injured or in a hurry, and it didn't look like the keys had been snatched or stolen.
"Let's go!" Yu Wenxiang dismissed the problem softly, took Xiaoru's hand and walked outside.
At this moment, Xiaoru's heart completely melted. This "Let's go!" sounded so warm and heartwarming that she could only express it with tears.
Da.
Xiaoru was so absorbed that she sprained her foot when going down the stairs. Yu Wenxiang naturally picked her up horizontally, and the fragrance of wintersweet could be heard in the air.
The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The sweetness they have at this moment is due to how much suffering and misunderstanding they have experienced. Xiaoru rests her head on Yu Wenxiang's shoulder, looking at Yu Wenxiang's neat face, she just feels safe and calm in her heart.
Although Yuwen Zai gave her such a warm feeling, he was not as calm as he is now. It was like the calm and calm relationship between an old couple who had gone through decades of ups and downs.
Feeling Xiaoru's movement towards him, Yu Wenxiang's body contracted unconsciously, and then stretched out, giving Xiaoru a solid yet soft shoulder.
Perhaps the two of them were so absorbed that even Yu Wenxiang, the ancestor of Qing Gong, would fall from the air.
Seeing that he was about to hit the ground, Yu Wenxiang took Xiaoru into his arms with great effort and turned over under her.
"Uh-huh!" This hit to the bottom still had quite an impact, and Yu Wenxiang couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Xiaoru pressed on him, looking at his pained expression, her brows knitted together, a tear fell from her eye socket, and fell into Yu Wenxiang's mouth.
He couldn't help but reached out his hand to wipe the tears from her face. This gentle movement made Xiaoru cry harder.
Yu Wenxiang wanted to tell her to stop crying, but he didn't know how to speak. Once, I was used to talking coldly to her, but I couldn't express my tender feelings.
"Ah!" Xiaoru felt that Yu Wenxiang's face was getting clearer and clearer, and she was a little out of breath.
(End of chapter)