In general, there is such a person hidden in everyone's heart, occupying all the softness and mood.

Not a moment is scored.

Ye Qingwan looked at Jiang Wumian and sighed in his heart.

When the words came to his mouth, it was indifferent ridicule.

"I see that Miss Shu of the Shaking Light Hall is very different from you, I'm afraid I can't wait to sleep with you."

It's a calm tone, and you can't hear the joy or anger.

Just like the sky outside the window at this time, the ink is black, and because it is too dark, I can't see anything clearly.

The fluttering words fell into Jiang Wumian's ears, he pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his mouth were shallowly hooked, and he said clearly: "I guard Xiaomian like a jade." ”

Ye Qingwan was stunned for a moment, guarding himself like a jade......

It didn't feel like it could pop out of Jiang Wumian's mouth.

She rubbed her eyebrows, pulled out the sleeve of her shirt that was nested in the palm of the man's hand, and said, "You can rest well." ”

The door was pushed open and closed, Jiang Wumian pursed his mouth like a child, and there was a vague figure hovering in his head, but he couldn't see clearly, and he was upset during this time.

However, as long as he touched Ye Qingwan, the trouble was gradually smoothed out, and the blindness did not seem to be so difficult to accept.

It's always been you.

Come to think of it, it's always been right.

Although he forgot the previous things, Jiang Wumian understands himself, he is an extremely serious person, especially for feelings, he is not the kind of person who is in the twilight, during this time, there are too many women who want to get to his side, but the only one that makes him excited, the only one Ye Qingwan!

Now when he thought that Ye Qingwan was next door, his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

Of course, it would be nice to be able to live together.

Slender fingertips clasped the tabletop, Jiang Wumian lowered his head in contemplation.

Early the next morning.

Ye Qingwan hadn't woken up yet, and the door of the room seemed to be about to be smashed, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The sound that rushed into her ears from time to time made her whole body explode.

She got out of bed, displeased.

"Get in."

Jiang Wumian dared to walk into the room.

It's just that the body is very slow, groping forward.

Ye Qingwan was about to remind him that there was a screen in front of him, but Jiang Wumian had already bumped into it without hesitation, and heard a muffled snort as he wished.

At the same time, the things that the man was holding in his hands were also spilled.

It's breakfast.

It's hearty.

Moreover, it looks like it's still hot.

When it fell, even if Jiang Wumian dodged quickly, some of the soup still spilled on his hands, and his already white hands turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Also on the forehead.

Ye Qingwan rubbed her eyebrows, and said patiently: "You can't see with your eyes, you can't stop early in the morning?" ”

The implication: can we sit there obediently!

Jiang Wumian knew that he was in trouble, standing there, with broken porcelain under his feet, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of causing some trouble.

Standing there, as if he had been wronged.

Ye Qingwan quickly put on her clothes, her long hair was tied with a ribbon at will, and with a sweep of the palm wind, the broken porcelain pieces were swept aside, she walked over and grabbed Jiang Wumian's hand and pressed him on the chair.

"Don't move!"

Because she had just woken up, her voice was not as sharp as before, soft and glutinous, straight to the bottom of Jiang Wumian's heart.

I like it.

I can't like it.

"Xiaomian, I'm just-"

"Don't talk, I'll go and ask Xiao Er to clean up here."

Jiang Wumian was very obedient and kept his mouth shut, sitting there obediently, very obedient.

The few secret guards who secretly followed him stared speechlessly.

Is this their lord?

This person who drops something after walking a few steps is their lord?

They can't wait to poke themselves in the eye.

I can only sigh in my heart: stinky and shameless.

This action quickly attracted the rest of the people, especially Ji Wushuang, who reacted even more.

"Damn, why are you in Miss Mo's room? You don't stay here all night, do you? ”

In his ears was Ji Wushuang's babbling voice, Su Mu leaned against the door on the side, and looked at the two people in the room lightly.

Ye Qingwan was medicating Jiang Wumian, and there seemed to be only Jiang Wumian in heaven and earth, extremely serious and careful.

It's not the first time he's seen the way these two people get along, but when he sees it this time, he probably determines his own mind, so his heart is uncomfortable.

Between the two, it is like a magnetic field, sympathizing with each other.

One has lost his memory, the other is full of hatred, and he can still get along like an old husband and wife, which is really enviable.

Su Mu felt that this scene was very dazzling, he closed his eyes and turned to leave.

Ji Wushuang jumped into the room and sat directly beside Jiang Wumian, glaring at him.

A momentum of refusal to admit defeat.

is even clamoring, saying that there is a competition, whoever wins will stay by Ye Qingwan's side.

Jiang Wumian listened, his face was expressionless, but he snorted coldly in his heart, he really gave face, rushed to shout in front of him, and wanted to rob him?

Xiao Er quickly brought breakfast, two dishes and one soup, not sumptuous but enough to eat, and the taste was fragrant.

"Miss Mo, I didn't eat in the morning."

Ji Wushuang pursed his mouth, and he didn't plan to leave sitting here anyway.

Ye Qingwan asked Xiao Er to add him a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

And Jiang Wumian, who heard Ye Qingwan's words, raised his eyebrows slightly, he wanted to eat with this noisy crow?

He was very unhappy, so he made a very sassy operation.

He pinched the chopsticks and stretched out his hand to pick up the vegetables, but a chopstick poked into Ji Wushuang's nostrils.

"Ahem—"

poked it all at once, and brought out Ji Wushuang's tears.

"Sorry, sorry......"

"I, I didn't see it."

Jiang Wumian subconsciously threw down the chopsticks, reached out and touched Ji Wushuang's face, as if he wanted to appease, but the force was not controlled, and he slapped Ji Wushuang on the shoulder, and he fell off the chair.

And this action is smooth, but it is only a fleeting time.

Ye Qingwan squinted, glanced at Jiang Wumian, and got up to look at Ji Wushuang, "Are you okay?" ”

Squatting down in front of him, the boy was miserable on the ground.

My nose is still tingle, and my shoulders hurt.

"Miss Mo, it hurts."

Jiang Wumian's dark eyes turned, aggrieved, and he spoke very sincerely: "I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong, I didn't notice you sitting next to me, I thought it was the rice there." ”

Ji Wushuang: Hehe, I believe you are a ghost!

Lao Tzu has been whispering in your ear for so many days, don't you know that I am here?

I think you did it on purpose!

Trying to get me away, there was no door.

Ye Qingwan saw that he was fine, shook his head helplessly, and said, "You go to your room to eat." ”

"No, I'm hungry, I'm starving."

"Your room isn't far from here."

"I starved to death when I walked over, and I'm in so much pain right now, I'm too young to stand hungry."

Jiang Wumian: ......

Ye Qingwan: ......

Jiang Wumian sat up again, but this time he sat in the farthest place from Jiang Wumian, that is, opposite Jiang Wumian and Ye Qingxuan.

Just as he was about to eat, Jiang Wumian suddenly spoke.

"Xiao Mian, my chopsticks also fell to the ground, and I can't eat them."

"Little two—"

"Xiao Mian, Xiao Er's movements are too slow, and when he comes back with chopsticks, I'm afraid that the rice will be cold." Jiang Wumian directly interrupted Ye Qingwan's words.

Ye Qingwan raised her eyebrows: "Then what do you want?" ”

Ji Wushuang felt a sigh in his heart, and sure enough, Jiang Wumian spoke.

"Feed me."

"Huh, are you sure?" Ye Qingwan grabbed a piece of chili pepper and put it in a bowl to fiddle with.

Jiang Wumian nodded affirmatively, his eyes flashed, not to mention that he couldn't see with his eyes, but these peach blossom eyes were really beautiful, and they were amorous in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qingwan smiled slightly, "Come, open your mouth." ”

When I eat a mouthful of chili, my stomach feels like it's on fire.

Jiang Wumian ninja's stomach felt hot, and he said something delicious.

Poor Ji Wushuang could only watch from the sidelines, eating tasteless dishes, and wanted to lift the table.

And Ye Qingwan heard him say that it was delicious, and the pepper never broke.

This scene was in Ji Wushuang's heart, that is, flirting and scolding, until he couldn't stand it, dropped the chopsticks and left angrily, Ye Qingwan put down the chopsticks, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip gently.

When he raised his eyes, the person sitting next to him pretended to be calm, and the ghost knew that he was about to burn into a fire.

She knew that he never ate spicy food.

Jiang Wumian's mouth was red with spicy, as if he had painted his lips, his cheeks were smeared with powder, and his eyes were crystal crystal, feeling like he was going to cry, and he was gorgeous.

Is she bullying people and crying?

Shouldn't it?

It's too squeamish.

"It's spicy?"

Jiang Wumian pursed his lips and shook his head, in fact, this chili pepper is an ordinary green pepper, not the kind that is particularly spicy.

"Do you still eat it?"

“…… Xiaomian, don't bully me. ”

When he opened his mouth, he had an aggrieved tone, and the whole person was sickly and delicate, with a touch of red at the end of his eyes, looking charming.

Ye Qingwan pursed her lips, at this moment, there was only one thought in her heart.

Bully him hard.

She slammed into his face, lips barely separated by a millimeter, and she could even feel the temperature on his lips.

It's like it's really going to burn people.

Ye Qingwan's face turned red with it.

Jiang Wumian didn't know what she wanted to do, only that it was so spicy that it almost burned his reason.

The tears that had been hovering in his eyes fell without warning, and they were completely uncontrollable by the spicy.

"Xiao Mian ......" said in a low voice, like a whisper in the ear, which made people's bodies numb.

Ye Qingwan scolded secretly in her heart, why couldn't she control herself in front of Jiang Wumian?

She quickly got up, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Jiang Wumian, "Relieve the spicy!" ”

Jiang Wumian took it up and drank it all, and after a long time, the spiciness dissipated.

"Xiaomian, are you still eating?"

"Are you still hungry?"

“…… Somewhat. ”

However, he was not hungry to eat, but-

He felt that if he said those words, he would be beaten, so he stopped his mouth in time.

Moreover, listening to Xuanlin, Ye Qingwan's age is only fourteen years old.

It's too small to eat.

"Still want chili?"

“…… Not. ”

Jiang Wumian is aggrieved, where is there still the domineering spirit that leads ten miles of flowers that day, and he lives like a little daughter-in-law.