There are quite a few things in the bag.

It's all sweets.

A box of mango mousse, a box of cookies, and some soft little cakes.

Because Chi Yan doesn't like sweets and never brings this kind of thing, Qinghui has never eaten it.

His big eyes blinked, looking at what he was in his arms.

Until the bag is opened.

Stuffed the mango mousse into his mouth.

Qinghui's little face showed a look of shock.

This! Be! Miscellaneous! Whatever! Person! Space! Beauty! Taste!

The little girl's expression is really easy to guess.

Seeing that her accusatory gaze was about to be moved.

As if to say that you know that there is such a delicious thing, you didn't even tell Lord Lingjian, or someone else repaid the favor, only to be discovered by her.

Chi Yan raised his hand and covered her face.

I feel like I've been feeding for a few months, and I've fed a little white-eyed wolf.

Grinding his teeth slightly, "Don't you claim to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon?" ”

This kind of food for ordinary people is not worthy of you.

Qinghui pulled his hand away, his round eyes widened, tilted his chin up, and scooped a large spoonful of mango mousse into his mouth.

"When you arrive at a place, you should adapt to the lifestyle of a place." ”

"Oh, that's not allowed to fight."

You're a small and middle school sick.

How did you manage to grow so big?

And at this moment, Lord Spirit Sword stuffed a large mouthful of mousse cake into his mouth.

Kindness? What did you say?

I can't hear you.

Then the original pair of godless eyes shone slightly.

His eyes fell on the remaining pile of snacks.

After eating a mango mousse, I still don't feel satisfied.

For the remaining dim sum, it is obvious that there is a tiger's eye.

Just thinking about a snack and skipping a meal?

Chi Yan put all Qinghui's snacks back into the hole in her desk, and then put her clothes on the little girl, pulling her face full of reluctance, and staring at the little girl who had been watching the hole in the desk leave.

Seeing that he was dragged away, Qinghui shook his white and tender little hand dissatisfiedly.

He, in charge of heaven and earth, how can he not care about himself, let himself get better quickly. ’

It's been a long time, and that little injury is not good, it's not good, and I don't let Lord Lingjian see it, well, there must be a ghost!

Qinghui narrowed his big eyes, his gaze was on Chi Yan's shoulder, scanning back and forth.

Light coffee: ...... Although I think it's been a long time, and the wound should be almost healed, but even if it's not good, this kind of thing can't take care of itself and heal quickly, right?

So that afternoon, after eating enough, the little girl who put all the pastries into her stomach successfully ate it.

Restless at home, jumping up and down, trying to rip off his clothes to see if his wounds are healed.

Then he was suppressed by Chi Yan with his hand.

Finally, I saw that the little girl wanted to lie down on the sofa and lie down.

This lay, I'm afraid it's not to accumulate food.

Chi Yan narrowed his eyes.

Reached out and pulled the cuffs.

A teenager in a white shirt squatted on the edge of the sofa.

Looking at the little girl lying there lazily.

Qinghui glanced at him.

Impatiently looking away.

Don't mess with me.

Bother.

"Get up and move, or you'll be uncomfortable for a while."

Chi Yan pinched the little girl's cheek.

Immediately afterwards, the hand was slapped off by the little girl.

The little girl turned over.

Chi Yan watched, raised his eyebrows, and leaned over at once.

Close together.

The two are almost nose-to-nose.

Qinghui's dead fish eyes widened: What do you want to do?

"You're not...... Want to fight? ”。

He propped himself on the edge of the sofa with one hand, lowered his eyes, looked at Qinghui, and spoke.