"Um?"
Qing Ruo covered her forehead with one hand, raised her head and stared at him with wide eyes, her eyes were full of disbelief mixed in her star-like eyes, beautiful, extremely beautiful.
He Weiwen lowered his head and looked carefully, feeling that something was still missing, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was soft, "Whoever bullied you, I will support you."
Sure enough, joy was imprinted in the depths of her eyes, like cinnabar dripping on rice paper, gradually opening.
The hand covering his forehead was taken down and grabbed one of his arms, and he got up and rushed out in the middle of the night, her palms were sticky with sweat, his clothes were thin, and her sweat-stained hands were pinched, and the traces were obvious.
"He Weiwen, my brother hit me!"
This is the complaint.
He Weiwen nodded, and she frowned slightly, "He even asked someone to drag me up in the middle of the night."
With a smile on his face, he waited patiently for her to continue.
But she obviously couldn't figure it out, she squeezed his hand tightly, and finally followed up, "He still threatens me!"
It doesn't matter if the charges are not enough, her voice is crisp and her emotions are impassioned.
Hu Qingcheng is a big man who can only plan but not coax others, so he deserves to be blackmailed.
"En." He Weiwen responded, and walked towards her room, his voice was lazily tired, "Go and wash some grapes."
"No..." He opened his mouth and was about to refuse, halfway through his words.
He Weiwen turned around to look at her sideways, and smiled slightly, "It's nothing?"
Qing Ruo chuckled, "Okay, I'll go now, you go in and sit and wait for a while."
An incense was burned in her room, and it was a kind of incense that was given to him. The fragrance was overbearing and strong. He Weiwen hadn't slept for a long time, and he felt a little lazy and sleepy while sitting on the chair with his chin propped on his hands.
"Boom." The plate was placed heavily on the table.
He Weiwen raised her eyes, she felt guilty with a confident expression, and coughed, "The grapes are washed." Seeing his gloomy face, she avoided looking at each other, and added in a low voice, "There is water on my hand, it's a little slippery."
Did she wash it? He Weiwen glanced at her clean hands and the maid following behind her, and didn't bother to expose her clumsy lies.
In the middle of the night, he was really not in the mood to eat any grapes. Seeing her sitting down opposite, he squeezed a grape, twirled it twice with his fingertips, and put it back on the plate.
"Why did Hu Qingcheng threaten you?"
Qing Ruo yawned, but before covering it with her hands, some tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, "He told me to stay well, otherwise I won't care about family affection."
"Bah." The sleepiness dissipated, and her voice became more energetic, "It's as if she cared about my family affection for me before."
Probably women will speak more and more when they say bad things about others, Qing Ruo sat up straight and leaned towards him a little, opened his mouth and began to count all kinds of viciousness of Hu Qingcheng, even trampled a bug to death and chopped down several trees. She said all her actions in a heinous tone.
His mouth became dry, and he dragged the plate in front of him, eating grapes while talking, turning his head and spitting out grape seeds, spitting left and right, the movements of puffing did not affect the fluency of speech at all.
He Weiwen didn't know when he started eating grapes with him, he wasn't thinking about Hu Qingcheng's evil deeds, he remembered the scene that the four nuns played for him, and looking at her now, it's because she taught well, she really is a famous teacher Out of high school.
After eating the grapes, go back to the house to freshen up and go to court.
He Weiwen stood up and stretched, "Master is gone."
Qing Ruo sat on the chair and stared at him blankly. He was almost out of the door before suddenly waking up and shouting, "He Weiwen!"
He Weiwen turned around, half of his face was imprinted with the faint morning light, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of jade-like rays of light. "What's wrong?"
"Didn't you say you supported me?"
He Weiwen laughed, and beckoned to the attendant at the door. The attendant came over, and he took the long sword hanging from the attendant's waist.
Turning around and holding the long sword, he walked towards Qingruo.
Qing Ruo frowned, "Why?"
He Weiwen's brows and eyes were soft, "Come here, I will support you."
This kind of posture was put on by General He again, but anyone with a normal mind would think that he wanted to give Qing Ruo a sword so that she would have something to rely on in the future.
It passed away like a joy.
When he got close, he had already stretched out his hands to receive the sword.
"Turn around." He Weiwen said.
Qing Ruo was a little puzzled, but turned around anyway.
There was a hard and cold thing on her waist, Qing Ruo shrank and almost didn't jump up.
The sword in He Weiwen's hand was put on her waist with the sword sheath on, and he lifted it up again, "Huh? Do you want to hold on?"
"..."
"I'm sorry... He Weiwen... you!"
He Weiwen withdrew the sword and handed it to the attendant behind him, with wide sleeves hanging from his arms, polite and concerned, "If your waist still feels uncomfortable, send someone to send a message, and the master will call the imperial doctor to show you."
Qing Ruo gritted her teeth, and raised her hand to hit him, He Weiwen took a step back, with a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth, no matter how you look at it.
Qing Ruo followed with a kick, but He Weiwen didn't dodge. He stretched out his palm and pinched her ankle, and kneaded her fingers twice through the socks.
"Let go!" Her eyes were full of flames, and she was about to burst out.
"Okay." He Weiwen nodded, raised his hand and let it go, using skillful strength with his hand, Qing Ruo only felt that his body's center of gravity was tilted, and the whole body fell towards him.
He Weiwen stood up straight, with his arms outstretched to catch the person who bumped into him, and his hard head hit his chest again with a muffled sound.
He lowered his head, his smile had spread into the air and was stained with joy, "Is your waist so uncomfortable that you can't stand up? It seems a little serious."
"Hey! Wei! Wen!" Qing Ruo raised her head and gritted her teeth, her whole body was trapped by him, and she was about to jump up and bite.
"Yeah." He responded with a good temper, and rubbed her waist through the clothes with his warm and warm palms, "Don't be angry, it's nothing ugly for a girl to have a bad waist, and I'll have the imperial doctor come over and give it to you in a while." Look, it's going to get better soon."
"..." Qing Ruo gave up resisting, her face passed over the hot chrysanthemum, not wanting to struggle, she opened her mouth and bit his chest as a final revenge, "Okay, let's go."
He Weiwen let go of her, raised his hand and stroked her messy hair, "Good boy, don't worry." He turned around with a smile on his face.
Qing Ruo ground her teeth, and finally she couldn't get angry, and the new bracelet she just wore fell back and hit the back of his head.
He Weiwen seemed to have eyes behind his back, and without looking back, he pinched her bracelet accurately, and went around to the front to shake her bracelet, "Such an ugly bracelet should be smashed."
"..."
Qing Ruo didn't say a word until he walked out of the yard with his attendants.
After waking up in the middle of the night, she hasn't slept since Qingruo casually washed up to catch up on sleep, and when she woke up, it was almost time for dinner.
The little servant girl twisted her face and told her, "Miss, all the imperial doctors in the palace are in the mansion now."
Qingruo sat up and put on her clothes, she was still a little dazed just after waking up, "Huh? What are you doing in the mansion?"
The little girl pursed her lips, "General He said that you have a bad waist, and the imperial doctor will treat you. We must take care of your problem before the big wedding."
"...you go, I want to be quiet."
All the imperial doctors were kicked out by the violent Miss Hu.
General He was worried about Miss Hu's health, so he came to visit after finishing his official duties at night.
Qingruo was in the boudoir, the door was closed tightly, He Weiwen's attendant knocked on the door, "Miss Hu."
The one who responded to him was cold and impatient, "Get lost!"
The attendant turned back to look at He Weiwen with an ugly expression. He Weiwen waved his hand and asked him to retreat.
He Weiwen Shi ran up and kicked up.
"Bang!" The place where he kicked up the dangling door directly burst into sawdust, floating in the air, and finally the two thick door panels fell to the ground.
The person who was reading a small story book with his feet up on the bed stared dumbfounded at He Weiwen, who was as gentle as jade at the door. The apple piece he was holding in his hand rolled down in the shock just now, and rolled all the way from the door to the middle of the road.
He Weiwen's brows were gentle, and he stepped into the door with a gentle smile, step by step, stepping on the apple chunks and passing by, the apple chunks he stepped on were directly broken into dross and stuck to the ground.
The two servant girls who were following her had already lowered their heads and walked quickly along the corner of the wall without hesitation.
Only Qing Ruo stared dumbfounded at his tall shadow approaching, and finally choked out a sentence from his wide-open mouth, "Damn!"
He Weiwen is really an out-and-out bandit.
The shadow quickly approached, and He Weiwen bent over and leaned over, pinching her chin with his fingers, and pulled out the small story book in her hand with one hand, and threw it back far away without even looking at it, the words were ghostly , her hot breath fell on her face, "Let me go, huh?"
Qing Ruo was stuck between her body and the bed, her chin was pinched, she couldn't move up or down, she couldn't move, she could only look at his extremely gentle eyes full of blood and violence.
"He Weiwen!"
Every time she said a word, he raised her chin a little, her neck stretched into a straight line, long and slender, and she had difficulty uttering the last word.
The eyes are still bright, and the pupils are still shining brightly, without fear, and they are still foolishly aloof and centered on themselves.
"Hmm~" He Weiwen almost responded from his deep throat, the voice was lingering and mellow, the breaths of each other were close at hand, it lasted for a long time, the breaths were entangled, he could almost smell her breath from between them Taste, with a sweet apple aroma.
His fingers moved slowly against her chin, the calluses between his fingers rubbed against her tender skin, and the temperature gradually increased.
He Weiwen got closer again, almost as long as he opened his mouth to speak, his lips could touch her pink lips with a slight movement.
"Grandpa will support you, do you want to?"
Qing Ruo rolled her eyes, obviously thinking of his vicious behavior last night.
She didn't speak, and he continued to lift her chin. No matter whether she nodded or shook her head or spoke, she was destined to touch his only slight lips.
"Huh?" He Weiwen bent over, his eyes were lazy on the surface, but inside were full of turbulent waves. He asked again in a slow tone, "Back up, do you want it?"
"Yes!" touched his lips.
**
You want me to support her with a plate of grapes
idiot.
how enough.
—[Black box]