Xingchen saw March's indifferent expression, and her heart was full of doubts, when did March become so magnanimous, and the black belly was what she should have. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Xingchen asked casually.

"Clean the house."

"Okay, then I'll stay here for the time being." Xingchen thought about it, and theoretically the ownership of this house should belong to the Phantom Brigade, although they shouldn't have any real estate deeds or anything like that, but for the sake of politeness, well, let's say hello first.

"Clean your own house." March spoke indifferently, her gaze falling on the funeral flowers standing behind the stars and looking around curiously.

"Oh." Xingchen answered and walked up the stairs, found the room where he had lived, and opened the door to enter.

"Hey, hey, what's your relationship with that one out there?" followed Xingchen into the room, closed the door with his hand, and said with a little teasing.

"Relationship? How so? Former teammates...... We may cooperate in the future. "Xingchen is also not very easy to explain what kind of relationship he has with the Phantom Brigade.

"Oh~~ It's my ex-girlfriend, the kind that is broken, and there is a possibility of rekindling the old love in the future." The funeral flower had such an expression.

"What the hell?" Xingchen really doesn't understand, is there something wrong with the funeral flower's hearing or comprehension ability, and where is it all about.

Fuhua squinted her eyes and stared at Xingchen who was looking at her suspiciously, and said, "At first, when she saw you, although her face was very cold, she still had a trace of surprise and joy, but as soon as she saw me enter the door, it was called ...... Well, March's is completely unhappy, and he is secretly observing me, it seems that he should care a lot about the relationship between us, right? I smell a strong smell of vinegar. ”

"Is that so? It's not your brain, is it......" Xingchen recalled the scene of the meeting just now, March didn't seem to have any unusual behavior, his face had never changed.

"Why don't you try and explain to her the ...... between us?" It should be an employment relationship, and then sacrifice her body or something, and she should come to help. “

"Forget it, you can think about it yourself, I'll go outside first." Seeing that Xingchen was dazed, Fuhua didn't say anything more, and was ready to go out to familiarize himself with the terrain.

"Be careful, there should be a lot of masters here, don't capsize in the gutter." Although he was very relieved about the ability to bury flowers, Xingchen politely reminded him, after all, there are all kinds of strange people and strange things in this world.

"Don't worry." The funeral flower waved her hand, turned into a spirit state, and floated out of the window.

Xingchen stretched his waist and didn't take the words of the funeral flowers to heart, after all, it was hard for Xingchen to imagine that a character like March would like him, and it was estimated that if he ran to March and said something about what he didn't, he would be killed......

Turning his head and looking at the dusty house, Xingchen decided to go downstairs to get a bucket of water and a broom to clean up, and he didn't know how long he would stay here, or it would be better to keep his living space clean and tidy.

When Xingchen opened the door, he saw March with a broom and seriously sweeping the floor in the aisle on the side.

Seeing Xingchen walk out of the room, March raised her head, her eyes swept over Xingchen's room, and seeing that there was no one in the room, she asked casually, "What about your companion?" ”

"Let's step on it."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention just now, there's an empty room upstairs, it's pretty clean, so she'll live there." With that, March threw the star a key and went downstairs.

Xingchen looked at himself in front of the dusty room, showing traces of three different footprints, his own, the funeral flower, and one ...... Thinking about March's chaotic and wanted to cover up just now, many thoughts flashed through my mind.

Don't...... March is eavesdropping on us...... Where is the trust between people? Did she hear them all? It's embarrassing......

Xingchen stood in front of the door in a daze, calmed down for a while, thought about life by the way, looked forward to the future, took a breath, and walked downstairs.

In the hall, March was sitting on the sofa munching on bread, and when he saw Xingchen coming down from the upper floor, a trace of panic flashed on his face, "Something?" “

"That...... Do you like me? Xingchen hesitated for a moment and said directly.

March calmly put down the bread and slowly stood up with her head down......

Seeing that March's face was expressionless, calm and terrifying, as if the silence before the storm came, Xingchen couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart, and picked up the broom on the side in a panic, and said, "I'll get a broom and go back to clean the room, hahaha, just when I didn't say anything, goodbye." “

Xingchen ran back to his house without looking back.

Marche looked up, blushing, looked at the long gone-lost hall, sat back on the couch, took a bite of bread, and muttered "Bastard...... Slag ......"

Xingchen, who ran back to the room, breathed a sigh of relief and silently picked up the broom and cleaned up.

When Xingchen was almost cleaned, the funeral flower floated back from the window, and when he saw Xingchen's declining face, he couldn't help but quip, "Why did you break up completely?" “

Xingchen glared at the funeral flower unhappily, "It seems that you have nothing to gain." ”

"Wrong, I found a gang, the person who is the leader's deputy is controlled, I just followed him to a small manor, and the few people who came in and out were all controlled, I feel that it is their lair, what should they be doing, there are a lot of people in it, and I don't dare to get too close, after all, the puppet that was controlled before can find out my existence."

"Let's go, let's see."

The stars jumped out of the window with the funeral flowers and disappeared into the night.

Next door to the room where Xingchen lived, March, standing in front of the windowsill and watching the backs of Xingchen and the funeral flower, jumped out of the window and followed.