Only Sikong and Yuxing were left in the restaurant.
The serving maids lowered their heads, didn't even dare to glance at them, held their breath, stepped lightly, and put down the dishes carefully, for fear of losing their lives if they were not careful.
Yu Xing glanced at the empty seat beside him, and slowly got up.
Sikong leaned against the back of the chair and said flatly: "Mother has already asked about Ji Yu's departure."
Yu Xing paused.
Sikong half-closed his eyes, stroked the rim of the teacup with his fingertips, and continued: "I've already told Ji Yu."
Yu Xing looked at him expressionlessly: "What did you say?"
Sikong took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Tell him what he should do if he wants to keep someone."
He raised his eyelids and stared into Yu Xing's eyes: "If you don't want him to go, then cooperate well."
Yu Xing sneered: "Don't you think it's too late to talk about cooperation now?"
Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Cooperating to let mother stay doesn't affect my desire to beat you up."
"We just need to work together on one thing."
"Stay here, he belongs to us."
...
Wen Qing didn't know what Yu Xing and Sikong were discussing in the restaurant.
He leaned on the butler, hooked the corner of the butler's clothes weakly with his fingers, and urged, "Hurry up."
"Yes." The housekeeper replied, put his arms around Wen Qing's waist, and immediately picked him up.
This is not the first time Wen Qing has been hugged by the butler. He has gotten used to it, and even turned himself sideways to adjust his posture in the butler's arms to make him lie more comfortably.
Wen Qing tilted her head and rested her head on the butler's chest, her brain slowly turning.
He raised his chin slightly, looked at the side face, and asked slowly: "You are my housekeeper, so don't you need to listen to Sikong and Yuxing?"
The butler responded, and went straight upstairs: "I only listen to you."
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then called 001 in her heart: [001.]
001 hummed, pretending to be calm and asked: [What's wrong?]
Wen Qing was still in a daze, and didn't notice that 001's tone was a bit strange.
He said to 001: [Did you hear that?]
[I heard it,] it paused, then said slowly, [What's wrong with this sentence?]
[Have you been teased?]
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect 001 to ask this question.
He pursed his lips: [I just want you to listen.]
[Look at other people's AI.]
001: […]
Afraid that 001 would be angry, Wen Qing added: [Actually, you are quite obedient.]
[In the future, I will continue to be obedient.]
001: […]
In the next second, Wen Qing felt the butler's hands tighten on his back.
Wen Qing was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"
The butler said blankly: "Nothing."
Wen lightly let out a sigh and didn't think much about it.
Seeing that he was on the third floor, he hurriedly called to the housekeeper: "Go and find Xiao Ji Yu again."
"Yes." The housekeeper replied, walked to the door of Xiao Jiyu's room, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Boom boom boom—"
Wen Qing looked at the closed door and frowned slightly.
It's too strange that Xiao Jiyu hasn't seen anyone for a whole day.
And there was no telling what he was doing.
It's more like avoiding yourself than being playful.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and there was something wrong with Sikong's attitude just now.
Would Sikong have done anything to Xiao Jiyu? Or said something
The butler raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
Wen Qing called out: "Xiao Jiyu, are you there?"
The door didn't open, and no one responded.
After waiting for a while, Wen Qing said to the housekeeper, "Let's go."
"yes."
The butler turned around and walked towards the stairs. When he reached the corner, he paused slightly and continued walking.
A moment later, a sobbing child's voice sounded in the corridor on the third floor.
"Eat, eat, you close the door."
"I, I have to cry for a while."
"Wow..."
"close the door!"
"Woo..."
…
Back in the room, Wen Qing looked at the glasses subconsciously.
Now there are no Sikong and Yuxing, only Wen Jing is left.
Seeing that the mirror only reflects the appearance of the bedroom, there is nothing abnormal, and there is no mirror.
Wen Jing heaved a sigh of relief and asked the housekeeper to put him on the bed.
The butler asked in a low voice, "Do you want something to eat?"
"No need," Wen shook his head lightly, retracted into the quilt, and undressed slowly, "I'm going to lie down for a while."
The butler put the pajamas by his hand.
Wen gently changed clothes under the quilt, stared at the white ceiling in a daze, and continued to ponder the advanced tasks.
Leaving the castle...
Make a wish to Xiao Ji...
Wen Qing tilted her head to look at the butler, and asked in a low voice, "Butler, do you know Xiao Jiyu's ability?"
The butler lowered his eyes and did not speak.
Wen sighed softly, closed his eyes, and continued to ponder.
Although she didn't eat much for dinner, but she had been tense in the dining room just now, and now she relaxed, Wen Qing soon became a little tired, and her body gradually felt drowsy.
After thinking wildly for a while, Wen Qing slowly fell asleep.
The butler stood aside, staring at his sleeping face for a while.
He picked up Wen Qing's changed clothes, changed the boots beside the bed into slippers, closed the windows, drew the curtains, and dimmed the lights.
After finishing a series of tasks, he looked at the tea set on the table and frowned.
The water is gone.
The butler picked up the tea set, turned and walked out the door.
"Click—"
There was a slight sound.
Wen Qing was in a deep sleep when she heard the sound of the door closing.
He turned over in a daze, his body suddenly felt chilly, and he fumbled to grab the quilt.
After a while, the quilt didn't catch it, but caught a warm hand.
Wen Qing fell into a dazed sleep, squeezed that hand dully, and then realized what he had caught.
He was so startled that he sat up immediately.
As soon as he sat up straight, a black shadow appeared in front of him.
Wen Jing was wearing the same style of pajamas as him, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and shouted with a smile: "Gently."
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she stammered and asked, "You, why are you on my bed."
"You, you scared me to death..."
Wen Jing raised her eyebrows slightly: "What is your bed, my bed."
"Gently, we are alone."
"This was our bed."
As he spoke, he leaned forward.
Wen Qing quickly hid back and scanned around, but did not see the housekeeper in the room.
He said nervously to Wen Jing, "I want to sleep, don't disturb me."
Wen Jing half-kneeled on the bed, shook the medicine jar in his palm, and said slowly, "You sleep, I'll help you apply the medicine."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at the medicine jar in his hand, remembering the situation when the butler helped him apply the medicine yesterday, and also what Wen Jing said last night.
He quickly said, "No, I—"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Jing's hand was placed on the edge of his trouser belt.
Wen Qing froze, and quickly reached out to stop him.
But Wen Jing seemed to know what he was going to do, she slanted her hands and circled behind his waist.
Not only dodged Wen Qing's hand, but also took off his pants directly.
Wen Qing's legs felt cold, and she quickly moved her legs together.
Wen Jing bent her knees and pressed on his lap: "Young girl, let me take a good look."
Wen Qing wouldn't let him watch, but Wen Jing was stronger than him, he couldn't move his legs, and stretched out his hand to push Wen Jing away, Wen Jing's movements were always one step faster than him.
The moment Wen Qing raised her hand, her hands were clasped by Wen Jing's.
Wen Jing bent down, moved closer to Wen Qing's legs, and exhaled all his breath on those white and tender legs.
He bent his fingers, pressed them against Wen Qing's legs, and slowly pushed them away.
Fair and soft, without any redness or abrasions.
The wound did heal.
Wen Qing couldn't move her body, so she could only anxiously say to Wen Jing, "It's really healed."
"No need to apply medicine."
Wen Jing snorted, threw away the medicine jar in his hand, put his palm on Wen Qing's fair and delicate skin, rubbed it slowly, and asked in the end, "What did Qing Qing do?"
"How did the wound heal so quickly?"
Wen Qing's body was stiff, and her voice trembled slightly due to nervousness: "Take your hands away..."
Wen Jing not only didn't take it away, but went too far.
He gently rubbed the thin white fabric with his fingertips: "Answer my question first."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she didn't dare to lie, for fear that Wen Jing would do something else.
He had no choice but to tell the truth: "Xiao Jiyu helped me heal."
Wen Jing narrowed his eyes: "Wei Qing already knows that the child can realize his wish..."
Wen Qing was taken aback, Wen Jing actually knew about this
Seeing his surprise, Wen Jing curled his lips, leaned in front of Wen Qing, and explained: "Didn't he ask you several times what you want?"
"I didn't think much about it at the time."
"What about now?" Wen Jing paused, then asked slowly, "Do you know what you wish?"
During the conversation, Wen Jing's hand never moved away.
Wen Qing couldn't stand his hands, his movements, and said in a trembling voice, "I've already answered your question."
"Can you let go first?"
Wen Jing raised his eyebrows, pressed against Wen Qing's nose, smelled the sweet fragrance on his body, and said, "Qing Qing hasn't said anything yet, do you know what you wished?"
"You, you..." Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, knowing that Wen Jing didn't want to let go at all.
Answering one question leads to another.
Wen Jing looked at his expression, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "It seems that Wei Wei doesn't know."
"I already know," he deliberately asked, "Do you want to know?"
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and blurted out: "What is it?"
Wen Jing rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and said slowly, "Kiss me."
"I'll tell you."
The corners of his mouth slowly raised up, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I want a tongue kiss."
"I want to gently hook my tongue, lick slowly like a kitten, suck slowly..."