"I don't want to eat this, take it away!" Zichou pushed aside the dish that Yu Qingyu brought to the table impatiently, and the dish soup left a pool of stains on the clean table.
Yinmao smiled slightly, "I'm also not used to these dishes, brother, brother, why don't we go out to eat? I know a restaurant that the master loved to go to before his death."
Han Zhujing might refuse other places, but senior brother Yinmao said that he would definitely go to the places that the master likes to go.
Han Zhujing stood up, Yinmao smiled confidently, and also stood up.
Yu Qingyu looked at the backs of the three of them and turned into a puffer fish, damn it! How long has he been so angry!
Yu Qingyu lifted the table with a wave of his hand, there was a crackling sound, Han Zhujing's footsteps paused, Yinmao put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.
So Han Zhujing didn't look back, and went out with the three of them directly.
Yu Qingyu: "..."
Yu Qingyu kicked the tables, chairs and benches wildly as if venting, gasping for breath.
After waiting for a while, no one came back to look at him, and the ground was still in a mess, Yu Qingyu was even more angry.
He decided to kill Han Si, anyway, this world is impossible.
Yu Qingyu slammed the door shut, took a taxi and headed for the airport. Halfway there, he asked the driver to change directions.
After half an hour, Yu Qingyu came back with two housekeepers. (really fragrant)
After Han Zhujing and the others came back from dinner, the whole house seemed to be radiant and completely new.
Yinmao touched his nose and underestimated him.
Han Zhujing went upstairs with no expression on his face, as soon as he opened the door he knew there was someone in the room.
Han Zhujing paused, closed the door and walked in.
Yu Qingyu nestled under the quilt a little aggrieved, he was flattered like this, why is he getting more and more cold-faced, the baby is not happy.
"What do you want?" Han Zhujing's faint voice sounded, as if he was just asking an unimportant question.
Yu Qingyu threw off the quilt as soon as he jumped on him and was about to knock him down.
Fifteen years old, a little young, but it should work.
Han Zhujing seemed to have been prepared for a long time, stepped back quickly, and volleyed a piece of talisman paper towards Yu Qingyu's forehead.
Yu Qingyu grabbed the talisman paper and tore it in half, and he continued to pounce forward.
Han Zhujing retreated to the door, slapped the wall, and a golden light curtain formed, trapping Yu Qingyu in an area of one meter square.
Yu Qingyu stood where he was, he couldn't make any more moves, and if he made any more moves, he would be exposed.
"Xiaojing, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought of forcing you just now, and I shouldn't have been thinking about the **** thing in my mind, just let me out."
Han Zhujing frowned, "Did you just want to do this?"
Yu Qingyu spread his hands, "Otherwise?"
Han Zhujing was stunned, that's right, otherwise? But he always felt that things were not that simple, or that this person was not that simple.
Han Zhujing did not release Yu Qingyu, but found a tattered book from the bookshelf and flipped through it.
"Xiao Jing, what are you doing to trap me?"
Han Zhujing continued to read without saying a word.
Yu Qingyu teased him with words, but Han Zhujing was not moved at all as if he got into the book.
In the end, he was a little frustrated, sat down where he was, and stared at Han Zhujing.
He seems to have grown taller again, but unfortunately he has been fed for almost a month, and he is still a little thin.
There is a small bun on the top of his head, and the back of his neck is slender and clean. I don't know what kind of body he has under his clothes.
Yu Qingyu couldn't control his own thoughts a little bit, thinking that he was only fifteen years old, and at the same time thinking that a fifteen-year-old man could already get married in ancient times, his heart couldn't calm down no matter what.
(end of this chapter)