"Yes, I'm sorry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This apology with three points of shyness, five points of excitement, one point of nine points of excitement, and one point of guilt, paired with Song Shijing's smile on the tip of her tongue......

It's really insincere.

Mu Qian was wearing pajamas, with a bruised eye circle on the left side, and he was dragging Song Shijing's salute.

When he was attacked just now, of course the Demon King could avoid it, and of course the Demon King could easily resolve this small injury now......

But he didn't, he just wanted Song Shijing to suffer in guilt and constantly blame himself in guilt!

However, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

Mu Qian rubbed his eye circles, and instantly dissolved the bruises on them.

Song Shijing walked beside her, and finally couldn't help jumping up, hugged Mu Qian's neck, and jumped onto Mu Qian's back.

"Xiao Qian, you're finally coming to me! I thought I'm going to starve to death in this city!"

Mu Qian glanced at her and said, "Hold tight." ”

Song Shijing's face suddenly turned red, and she said something hesitantly, and hugged Mu Qian tightly.

She's a girl, and although she's excited to hug her now, she can't hook both legs, right? Wouldn't that be too much......

That's what? That's what......

Minors know that.

"Gone. ”

There was a flash of light around Mu Qian's body, and there were not many vehicles on the bridge in the middle of the night, and a certain truck driver who was driving at night was drowsy, and he didn't notice the two figures that flashed and disappeared.

The Zhen family's branch in the City of Colors.

The light flashed, and there were two more figures in Mu Qian's bedroom, and there was an 'ouch' in the darkness, as if someone had been thrown onto the bed.

"Small Migration...... Got home?"

"Ah, it's home. ”

There was a click, the bedroom light was on, and Song Shijing was hiding on the bed holding the quilt, looking at Mu Qian with a timid face.

Then Mu Qian found out......

There are a few more black handprints on my quilt!

turned around and groped around in the closet twice, pulled out a shirt and a pair of sports shorts, and buried Song Shijing directly.

Mu Qian made a straight face: "Go take a bath, your body stinks." ”

"Dizzy, disgusted. Song Shijing's face was suddenly full of lovelessness, but she was still strong, picked up two clothes, and stood up from Mu Qian's single bed.

Yes, there were two more black footprints on the bed.

Through the light, I can see her miserable appearance now, her face is black, as if she has just come back from carrying coal.

"What have you been through in the past few days," Mu Qian said this sentence in a tone that was not gentle, but a tone of 'what pain to say to make Brother happy'.

Song Shijing rolled her eyes and pouted: "It's not to look for you, I've been living these days at all...... Hmph, it's so late. ”

"I just knew you were missing, and I thought you were on a mission...... Take a shower, you. ”

"Slightly," Song Shijing grimaced, hugged her clothes and ran out.

Mu Qian looked at his quilt and suddenly didn't know what to say.

It's so dark...... Cover her.

glanced at the suitcase on the side, pulled it aside, and the smell of roasted sweet potatoes came out of it, which made Mu Qian hesitate slightly, but still opened up the private space of others.

The eye catches the eye on half of a roasted sweet potato wrapped in a high-end scarf, and then sighs softly.

Sure enough, it's a stupid person.

Tidying up the various clothes she stacked haphazardly, I found that each of her clothes seemed to have been worn, and there was a faint smell.

It's the kind of sour smell that hasn't taken a shower for a few days......

The image of the heroine is in danger of collapsing.

Mu Qian's ears trembled, and he heard the sound of rushing water outside, as well as Zhen's father's steady snoring.

In order not to disturb Zhen's father, Mu Qian faced Zhen's father's room a little and gave Zhen's father a protective barrier with excellent texture.

Soon, the girl in a loose dress crept back barefoot, pointed to Zhen's father's room, and Mu Qian nodded solemnly.

"Take out the dirty clothes and wash them tomorrow," Mu Qian yawned, "Let's go to bed today, it's so late." ”

Song Shijing weakly raised her two hands and entangled each other in front of her to draw circles, "One, together?"

"I'll go to the living room, and when the eldest sister on the other side comes back in two days, I'll settle you on the other side. ”

Mu Qian raised his hand and knocked on her head, but Song Shijing was in tears.

"Small Migration...... Am I dreaming?"

"Huh?" Before the Demon King could react, Song Shijing suddenly pounced.

Generally speaking, Mu Qian, who is Bingqing and jade, will definitely push away this kind of girl who throws herself into her arms with righteous words.

But this time he didn't push it out, but stood up straight.

Song Shijing didn't really hug Mu Qian, but just grabbed the pajamas on Mu Qian's chest, and her tears were dripping like a broken pearl necklace.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qian asked in a low voice.

"Uh-huh......" Song Shijing shook her head and didn't say anything, but her tears were already telling something.

is talking about what she has been experiencing in the past few days, sleeping in the open is still a trivial matter, that kind of mental loneliness and the pressure of having no fixed place......

Although I don't worry about my personal safety, after all, I am so strong......

But no matter how strong she is, she is also a girl, what can she do, she is also desperate......

Shaking and shaking, her tears finally stopped.

"Okay, it's okay," Mu Qian rubbed her head, "Don't run around in the future, I'll send a text message to Uncle Chen later, and ask Uncle Chen to inform Kunwushan of the news that you are safe." ”

"Thank you......"

"Go to sleep, wait a minute, lock the door first, don't let my dad find you." ”

Song Shijing blinked: "Is it the same as before?"

"Well," Mu Qian nodded solemnly, "Although some parents say that they don't mind high school students falling in love, after they really bring the opposite sex home, they will definitely give all kinds of lectures." ”

"It's amazing. Song Shijing's mood was obviously much brighter, wiped the corners of her eyes, and weakly followed Mu Qian's side.

Grabbing a blanket, Mu Qian walked out of the bedroom door, although there was still an idle bedroom in the house, but there was not even a bed in it.

Flooring?

Song Shijing is not a small spirit, if the two of them are alone, maybe there will be some restrictive pictures.

After all consideration, Mu Qian still chose to sleep on the sofa, as for how to explain to Zhen's father tomorrow......

Let's just say that the newly bought sofa in the house is too comfortable, and it is good to sleep very well.

Probably.

Lying on Mu Qian's bed, Song Shijing was obviously a little 'frightened'.

Is it a dream?

Are these all dreams that suddenly happened tonight?

When I woke up, would it still be under that bridge hole, the cold wind poured into the collar, and then I felt out the remaining half of the sweet potato from yesterday in the suitcase......

"Sniff. ”

The tip of Song Shijing's nose twitched twice, her face was slightly red, and she grinned.

This is not a dream, no matter how concrete the dream is, it will not be able to smell the smell of Xiao Qian's body.

Sleepiness hit, she closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes seemed to be hanging with two dew drops, slowly trying to slip down......

living room, sofa.

Mu Qian closed his eyes and was all kinds of troubles, Zheng Lin's, Song Shijing's, and Wen Yu's...... By the way, what about Wen Yu's call?

Summoning the bubble casually, Mu Qian took the phone into his hand without making the slightest movement.

"Mu Qian, you don't know how painful it is for me to live like this every day...... Are you asleep? Yes, I have a lot of stress every day......"

It's still talking...... Talking endlessly......

Is it because Mu Qian is asleep, so he is talking about the kind of resentment that usually accumulates?

The phone is almost out of battery!

Mu Qian cautiously sent a text message to Chen Shaoyong, and then continued to put the phone back into the bubble just now.

Such a student president is no different from a talkative girl.