After Yu Xing finished speaking, he leaned in front of Wen Qing and blinked: "Don't let him eat you to the brim."
Wen Qing stared at Yu Xing blankly, because of his words, and also because of the seriousness that flashed in his eyes.
After this period of time, Yu Xing has been idling about and not doing his job properly, this is the first time Wen Qing sees Yu Xing who is serious.
For a long while, Wen Qing didn't react.
Seeing this, Yu Xing chuckled lightly, and then said slowly: "You should give me a little bit."
Wen Qing was at a loss: "What?"
Yu Xing raised his hand, pinched his tender and delicate cheeks, and repeated patiently: "I'm going to be eaten anyway, don't let that guy Ji Yu eat alone."
The cool temperature on his cheeks brought back Wen Qing's mind, he came back to his senses, and slapped Yu Xing's hand away.
Yu Xing withdrew his hand indifferently, and added: "My skills are definitely better than that guy Ji Yu."
Wen Qing: "..."
What nonsense are you talking about again.
After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qing pursed his lips and asked, "What did you mean just now..."
Yu Xing said without changing his expression: "What I meant just now is that I am good at work."
Wen Qing: "..."
Who asked you this!
Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she said angrily: "I want to ask you, did you know Teacher Ji before?"
Yu Xing glanced at him, and said casually: "The two of us... have cooperated a few times."
cooperate
Wen Qing was startled, Teacher Ji is a university teacher...
He opened his eyes wide, looked at Yu Xing's bare chest, and asked in disbelief, "Are you also a university teacher?"
Yu Xing sneered and raised his eyebrows: "He said he was a university teacher, so you believed it?"
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly. If Ji Yu wasn't a university teacher, why did he say he was a university teacher
Because... it's more convenient to be a teacher
Easier access to them
Thinking about it, Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and Ji Yu's inductive conversation recently popped up in his mind inexplicably.
But... is Yu Xing's words really believable
Wen Qing couldn't help thinking, could Yu Xing deliberately make him doubt the teacher
His psychological thoughts were all written on his face, Yu Xing let out a low laugh, and scolded, "Little heartless."
You are not smart when you should be smart, and you are thinking wildly when you should not be smart.
Wen Qing pondered for a while, looked at Yu Xing, and asked softly, "Do you know Sikong?"
Yu Xing responded perfunctorily: "Forget it, I'm not familiar."
Wen was slightly startled, Ji Yu and Sikong knew each other, Yu Xing had worked with Ji Yu before, and also knew Sikong...
Yu Xing narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and asked in a drawl: "In front of me, do you still miss other men?"
Wen Qing: "..."
After being silent for a while, he couldn't help asking: "Do the three of you know each other?"
Yu Xing uttered a single syllable in his nasal cavity, which was considered an admission.
He raised his eyebrows, signaling Wen Qing to continue.
Wen Qing touched her face subconsciously, thinking, is he being too obvious
How did Yu Xing know that he still had something to say
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and analyzed methodically: "So the reason why the three of you are magic cards is because you know each other."
"Otherwise, if you cooperate, it will be unfriendly to other players."
Yu Xing's expression froze for a second.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, thinking, isn't that the reason
Yu Xing raised the corner of his mouth: "Last time I asked you to think literally, didn't you think about it at all?"
Wen Qing blinked and said seriously: "I've thought about it."
Just didn't figure it out.
Yu Xing didn't say the second half of the sentence, and Yu Xing also guessed it.
He stared at Wen Qing, with a faint smile in his tone: "Can't even think of this?"
"Do I have to feed the answer into your mouth to understand?"
Wen Qing's eyes lit up, and he asked softly, "Is that okay?"
He doesn't mind telling himself the correct answer directly.
He couldn't figure out the twists and turns.
"Of course." Yu Xing smiled, raised his hand and hooked Wen Qing's fingers.
Wen Qing took a step forward.
Yu Xing slowly leaned over, leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice, and smiled half-smile: "What do you give in exchange?"
After speaking, he blew harshly on Wen Qing's ear.
Wen Qing's body trembled, and the back of her ears turned red instantly.
He wanted to back up, but Yu Xing's hands suddenly wrapped around his waist, and Wen Qing couldn't move at all.
Yu Xing deliberately squeezed his waist, then brushed the corner of his clothes, and slowly went down.
"Little idiot, I'm afraid you don't understand, let me make it clearer."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Qing felt Yu Xing's hand land on his buttocks, and even pinched him.
He opened his eyes wide, only to see Yu Xing curling his lips, saying word by word: "Equivalent exchange."
Wen Qing pushed Yu Xing away forcefully, feeling ashamed and annoyed, he turned around and took two steps, then paused, then turned to look at Yu Xing, and asked with a blushing face, "Where's the exchange?"
Yu Xing was a little surprised, this little idiot sometimes reacted quite quickly.
He pretended not to understand: "What?"
Wen Qing became angry from embarrassment: "You, you just touched me!"
Yu Xing let out a sigh, and said calmly: "Just now, I took it as a reward for telling you that the answer was wrong."
Wen Qing is speechless, this man is too shameless!
He pursed his lips tightly and walked towards the study without looking back.
There are 24 hours until the next vote.
Surely he can figure it out.
Yu Xing was lazily leaning against the wall, looking at Wen Qing's annoyed back, rubbing his fingertips.
The flesh on the little idiot's body seems to have grown to the buttocks, which is quite easy to pinch.
*****
Wen Qing trotted into the study, but the study was empty.
He let out a breath, walked quickly to the desk, and started looking for the book that Sikong had left before.
There were a lot of books scattered on the desk, Wen Qing checked them one by one, but he didn't see Sikong's book.
Wen Qing frowned, so he had no choice but to pick up "Greek Mythology" and look for content related to the three-headed dog.
He looked through it carefully, except for the little story he saw last time, there was nothing about the three-headed dog.
But the conversation between Teacher Ji and Yu Xing just now... They must know something about the father of the three-headed dog.
Wen Qing stared at the page and read it word by word again.
[The three-headed dog Cerberus lives on the banks of the River Styx, guarding the gate of the underworld for Hades...]
Wen Qing paused, guarding the gate for Pluto...
Couldn't the father of the three-headed dog be Pluto
Wen Qing hurriedly started looking for Pluto-related content, and she saw a sentence.
[Pluto, the god of the underworld, is in charge of the underworld, with a three-headed dog beside him.]
Wen Qing's face turned pale. He remembered Gong Yunyun's words. In most mythological systems, the three-headed dog is responsible for guarding the gates of the underworld and hell.
He doesn't understand Greek mythology, but he understands the mythology of Huaguo.
In other words, Pluto is King Yama!
If the father of the three-headed dog is Hades...
Getting angry might kill him.
Wen Qing pinched her palms nervously, silently praying in her heart that the father of the three-headed dog is a sensible god.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he wanted to cry.
Wen Qing quickly closed the book, he wanted to quickly find the clues and clear the level before the three-headed dog father came.
He sniffed and started looking for another book.
Wen Qing remembered that the book had a pure white back cover with no words, and it was very special among many books.
But he couldn't find it after searching all over, not in the desk drawer, not on the Chinese bookshelf...
Half an hour later, Wen Qing was so tired that she sat on the ground and looked up to check other bookshelves.
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded above his head: "What are you looking for?"
"Find an all-white book." Wen Qing blurted out.
In the next second, his face gradually turned pale.
He heard the voice of the person behind him.
It's Zhouzhou.
Wen Qing swallowed nervously, shrank to the side of the bookshelf, leaned against the bookshelf, barely feeling a little safe.
Zhou Zhou lowered his head and looked at him deeply.
His face was full of panic, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.
With a gloomy face, Zhou Zhou realized one thing.
Wen Qing is afraid of herself...
"I'll be resting on the third floor tonight."
"You can go back to your room to sleep, don't sleep in the study, the blanket will fall off easily."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, blanket
How did Zhou Zhou know that he slept with a blanket in the study last time
Last time he only saw Mr. Ji in the study...
Thinking of Yu Xing's words, Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, plucked up the courage, and stammered and asked, "Did you give me that blanket?"
Zhou Zhou: "Otherwise?"
Wen Qing was stunned, he thought it was the teacher who put it on for him.
And when I thanked the teacher, the teacher didn't explain...
Seeing him in a daze, Zhou Zhou's expression darkened: "Who do you think it is?"
"Is it Yu Xing?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses and raised his head in confusion.
Zhou Zhou thought he had acquiesced, his expression changed, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Is it Yu Xing?"
"Do you believe him when he says it is?!"
"How could he care about you when he bullies you all day long!"
The sharply raised voice made Wen tremble slightly in fright, and subconsciously wanted to back up, but there was a bookshelf behind him, so he couldn't go back any further.
His curled up action brought up the corner of his clothes, revealing a slender waist.
There is a faint fingerprint on the side of the waist.
Zhou Zhou's gaze stopped, staring at that part firmly.
He walked up to Wen Qing, squatted down, and gently raised the corner of his white T.
The fingerprints are slightly red, it seems that not long ago, someone pinched this place...
Zhou Zhou's eyes were cloudy, and his Adam's apple was pressed down.
He bent his index finger, stroked Wen Qing's waist, and slowly wiped the fingerprint with his fingertips, from light to heavy.
"There's something dirty in here."