From the beginning to the end, Feng Gu Qiao was about to burst his stomach without a bottom line, calculating the time, estimating that they had eaten for an hour or two.

Feng Gu Qiao hiccuped unfiguratively, touched his round belly, turned his head to look at Wu Yanjue, who had never eaten a little from beginning to end, touched him with his elbow, and said obediently: "In order to thank you for being our bodyguard for one night, I will make you rose dumplings when I go back." ”

"Xiao Fuyuan." Feng Gu Qiao turned his gaze to Wu Fuyuan, looking at his tender watery face, he couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch it, as soon as his hand was raised, he was chased and tightly wrapped by Wu Yanjue's big palm, Feng Gu Qiao looked up at him, I don't know why, "What's wrong?" ”

"An An, he's not small." Wu Yanjue's brows furrowed slightly.

Feng Gu Qiao blinked his eyes twice, and suddenly stepped closer to Wu Yanjue, broke free of his hand, and gently pulled his shoulder.

Feng Gu Qiao is not short, but next to him, it seems that a bird is up to people, Wu Yanjue is more than one meter and eight meters tall, even if she is on tiptoe, it is still a little laborious, Wu Yanjue followed her, bowed her head slightly, and stared at her with dark black eyes.

"You... Mind? She looked at him and asked in a pure whisper in a voice that the two of them heard.

Wu Yanjue didn't answer, he supported the girl's slender and soft waist with his hand, and put her down, but Feng Gu Qiao stubbornly climbed on his shoulder and refused to let go, "You speak." ”

Wu Yanjue paused, and a monotonous syllable escaped from his nasal cavity in a half-loud voice: "Hmm." ”

At the moment he responded, Feng Gu Qiao let go of the arm that was holding him, and whispered with a smile: "Wu Yanjue, I like you to be honest the most. ”

"Ahem—"

probably couldn't stand the appearance of the two of them, Wu Fuyuan, who had always adhered to the principle that silence was golden, turned his head and coughed, his cheeks were red, as if he was drunk.

Feng Gu Qiao glanced at him, and his two hands were naturally behind his back, "Xiao Fuyuan, are you happy today?" ”

"Happy." Wu Fuyuan's young little face bloomed with a childish smile, and he stiffened when he accidentally touched Wu Yanjue's gaze.

Feng Gu Qiao smiled when he saw this, "Xiao Fuyuan, you're still so afraid of your brother." ”

Coming out at night, squeezing into the crowded night market, eating all kinds of snacks, it was the first time that Wu Fuyuan was so old, hearing this, Wu Fuyuan lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and whispered: "Thank you, brother, for taking me out." ”

Wu Yanjue didn't say anything, Feng Gu Qiao glanced at him and pulled his hand, "Xiao Fuyuan thanked you." ”

"Hmm." His tone was flat, cold and detached.

"............" Feng Gu pursed his lips and made a helpless expression, he shouldn't be expected to be close to Wu Fuyuan.

……

When I got home, it was almost ten o'clock at night.

Feng Guqiao, who had hurriedly taken a combat bath and was about to rush straight to the big bed, had just come out of the bathroom when she saw Wu Yanjue appear in her room, sitting at her desk with one of her books reading, obviously waiting for a long time.

"Something?" Feng Gu Qiao lifted the quilt and went straight into the quilt.

"Tomorrow morning, the last negotiation of the Dimai cooperation case, you go with me."

Feng Gu Qiao was stunned, and looked at Wu Yanjue directly, as if he wanted to find out the ingredients of the joke from his expression, and said dryly: "What do you mean?" ”

"Observe and learn, what your family means." He made a short summary and answered seriously.

Feng Gu Qiao was stunned, still a little unable to turn around, "What do my parents mean?" But they didn't tell me. ”

Seeing her hesitation, Wu Yanjue directly dissected the essence and asked, "Do you want to go?" ”