She glanced at him.

"When I chased Nangong Xiaoxiao two years ago, I saved it."

Who knew that after being saved, he would "lie" and refuse to leave.

Cheng Ci was irritable from the bottom of his heart.

He pursed his lips, "You've been with him for the past two years?" ”

Fei Fang nodded, "Hmm." ”

A small piece of grass in Cheng Ci's hand was quietly pulled up.

Xiaocao bent over aggrievedly.

His fingertips crushed the fragile grass, and the freshness of the grass seemed to linger on the tip of his nose.

Cheng Ci smiled casually, "Then you ...... Childhood? ”

"Why didn't you mention it to us before?"

Fei Fang looked at him in surprise, this was clearly a fabricated identity, Cheng Ci...... How could you not guess?

"Fake, Su Yihan is a ......"

She paused, thinking about what identity she should use.

"It's my subordinates, probably like Chu Rank and Xu Huai."

Cheng Ci smiled shallowly, his eyes were slightly cold, "Yes, it seems that Su Yihan seems to be very unusual to Citrus Orange." ”

Xu Huai and Chu Title?

On the surface, it is a relationship between superiors and subordinates, but secretly, people are friends of life and death, brothers, and people who can hand over their backs to each other.

Cheng Ci lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and all thoughts were blocked.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she wondered what Cheng Ci meant, and suddenly thought that Xu Huai and Chu Zhi were not just superiors and subordinates, and it was instantly clear.

"Ci Ye thought about it, he was like a follower of Ci Ye to me, I saved him, he regarded me as a benefactor, and he paid for it with his life."

The grass is crushed into green juice, exuding a faint fragrance, and floats silently in the air in the space at night.

Vulgar.

A trick to make a promise?

Cheng Ci hooked his lips and rolled his eyes slightly, "Yes, I see that Su Yihan respects you very much and is a good subordinate." ”

Fei Fang looked at the bright moon in the center of the space, and propped her hands behind her back, "Hmm." ”

She doesn't want respect, she wants loyalty.

Su Yihan's temperament is indeed persistent, and he believes that if he believes in one thing, he will consume himself until he dies.

But the two generations of Su Yihan became the current Su Yihan.

But she wasn't sure.

She needs time and contradictions to prove that Su Yihan and Nangong Xiaoxiao have nothing to do with each other.

And before that, Quan Fang would not give Su Yihan complete trust.

Su Yihan himself understands, so he never says anything, only proves it with actions.

Cheng Ci couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at her when he heard her response as if he agreed, but found that Fu Fang seemed to be pondering for this question, which made him inexplicably unhappy.

"Can you tell me about you and Nangong Xiaoxiao? It was not her who teamed up with Yang Yayin that day. ”

Fei Fang stood up, faced the soft moonlight, and stretched out her hand to him, "Let's go to the house and say, it's time for afternoon tea in Qingmeng Qinghe." ”

Cheng Ci looked at the delicate and white palm and was stunned for a moment, and then the big hand with distinct bones grabbed her and stood up with her strength.

"Okay."

Cheng Ci naturally took her hand and walked to the villa, as if he had been here countless times.

Grabbing the placket of her clothes, she followed him half a step behind.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the space, blowing Cheng Ci's windbreaker up, and her hair moved slightly in the wind.

It's a different world in the cottage.

Cheng Ci looked at the structure of the house, but saw two children running down from the second floor in a hurry.

One big and one small, the older boy looks about five years old, and the younger girl seems to be about three years old.

Cheng Ci silently breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that it's not born of a woman.

（…… Ci Ye's brain was opened. ）

Qinghe ran downstairs only to see Cheng Ci, and suddenly a spirit stood still, Qingmeng blinked, I don't know why he stopped before he had a place, but his stamina didn't slow down, and he bumped into it all of a sudden.

"Wow!"

Qinghe panicked, forgetting his ability to use vines, Qingmeng threw himself on Qinghe's back in a daze, blinking softly.

Qinghe covered his head with both hands, and tears flowed down his face.

Qingmeng's pit brother!!

His cute and handsome face woo-woo-woo!

Female Orange, "......"

She cupped her forehead, "How long are you going to stay?" Astringent? ”

Cheng Ci's ears moved slightly, looked at Qinghe, and smiled slowly, "Astringent...... Qinghe? ”

Well, not even a human, just a vine.

That another ...... It's a rose.

Qinghe opened his eyes and found that he was in a position of not falling, he reached out and touched his body, and there was an invisible barrier under him.

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and said to Qingmeng behind him, "Qing! Dream! Get down to me! ”

Qingmeng stood up slowly, "...... Oh. ”

Qinghe stood up at this time, and then ran towards the kitchen.

Qingmeng followed behind with his little short legs.

Fei Fang directly forgot about the resignation around her and followed them to the kitchen.

"Lady, my little bench ran away."

She found it from the cupboard, "Here." ”

Qinghe moved the small bench to the cooking table, and looked at the woman with a blank look in his eyes, and his eyes were full of 'I'm greedy', "I want to eat ice powder this afternoon." ”

"Brown sugar ice powder?"

"Hmm!"

"Do you know how much water you can boil?"

Qinghe nodded, ran off the bench to get the pot for water.

She cut the watermelon into small bites and washed a bowl of blueberries.

Qingmeng was squatting in front of the cupboard, holding a bowl to scoop raisins and crushed hawthorn.

Cheng Ci watched at the door, indescribable emotions flooded his chest, and he was sullen and out of breath.

It's only two years.

It is not long, but it is not short, but there is an invisible barrier called 'habit' between them.

He seems to be missing out on a lot.

Cheng Cifeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Habits are meant to be broken.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white wrists, "Citrus aurantium, let me do it with brown sugar." ”

She was stunned and blinked.

She forgot about Cheng Ci.

She hesitated, "Resignation, you are still ......"

Cheng Ci walked up to her, "Where is the brown sugar?" ”

She silently swallowed the words that came to her lips, "In the cabinet above your head." ”

Cheng Ci took out the brown sugar and tilted his head sideways, "Cold water?" ”

"Well, the ratio of water and brown sugar is 1:1 and boiled until it is viscous."

Grace took the time to take a look at Qinghe, don't look at Qinghe's small one, his actions are not sloppy.

In the small kitchen, the four people seemed to be busy, and the warm yellow light hit the kitchen, and they could see a little warmth.

In the distance, fireflies are still flying in the night, as if tireless.

Fifteen minutes later.

The icy cold ice powder was right in front of everyone.

Originally, it wasn't so fast, and it would take half an hour to put it in the ice cellar.

But I can't stand the fact that you have a mutated ice type ability next to you.

With a slight movement of this ability, the brown sugar that was still steaming could become cold.

Qinghe and Qingmeng ate happily.

Cheng Ci, "How many levels of Qingmeng?" ”

Qingmeng raised her head softly, looking at him with a hint of fear in her eyes, her eyes were big and cute, she said timidly, "Qingmeng ten... Level 10. ”

Qingmeng didn't forget, in that illusion, Cheng Ci suddenly turned his head at the last moment to look at the location of her body, and that deep and terrifying look made her unforgettable.

Curiously looking at Qinghe, who is particularly quiet tonight, and Qingmeng, who will be afraid to hug the bowl when he speaks.

There was a little more puzzlement in his eyes.

Ci Ye is so gentle, although it is a little colder, but it won't make the two little guys so scared, right?