Even Hong Xun, who has plagued Di'an City and the adjacent county capital for hundreds of years, has almost solved it, after all, after a heavy rain, the chance of coming in a row is very small, and the plan given by Mu Feng, as long as this continues, after a few years, I believe that this problem will be solved.

Mu Feng also brought a handful of the little emperor, and with Mu Feng's current prestige, if the little emperor was really killed by him, it would be much more reasonable for Mu Feng to inherit the unification than him.

Seeing that the situation had become like this, the angry Ye Dehao began to send messages to Qinghui frequently, the meaning was a little vague, but he probably wanted Qinghui to borrow some chronic poison, or some accident, so that something could happen to him.

When I saw these letters, the little boy in Yushu Lanzhi was standing at the window, his long eyelashes curled and slightly drooping, looking down at it with a faint expression.

The snow-white fingers were slightly forced, kneading the paper and wrinkling, and then turned back to look at Qinghui.

Qinghui is breaking open a bean paste bag, presumably because she has recently restricted the amount of sweets she can eat.

After all, I heard that it is not good to eat sweets so hard, and she is with him all day long, so it is natural to be watched by him.

I just ate a plate of osmanthus cake, so the bean paste bun is only half and a half.

Mu Feng looked a little funny, walked to the table, and looked at Qinghui holding half a bean paste bag in his hand, eating it bite by bite, the girl's eyebrows and eyes also grew, the original childishness was slightly dispersed, and she still had a round face and round eyes, with a little bit of a cold temperament as a secret guard, beautiful and well-behaved.

Probably because Mu Feng was a little too used to her at ordinary times, she had a sense of laziness and sleepiness, and she bit the bean paste bun one by one.

Obviously, he had to make up for the amount of snacks that he had to eat when he ran around and didn't have any snacks.

"By lunch, you can only eat one."

Mu Feng opened his mouth lightly, pinched the half of the red bean bun that Qinghui put on the plate, and took a bite in his mouth.

The gloom on the little boy's face dissipated slightly.

Seeing Qinghui finish eating the half of the bean paste bun, he looked at him a little dissatisfied.

"Say yes, one."

You ate half of it!

"Break it again."

Mu Feng took the bean paste bun in his mouth, and his white and beautiful hand picked up a soft white bean paste bun again, broke the bean paste bun, revealing the dark red filling inside, and put it on the plate.

Qinghui took half of it, took a bite, stared at the remaining half of the plate, and finally muttered rather dissatisfied.

"There's still half of it broken, and I just want to eat it, and you're just trying to satisfy me!"

So grab her bean paste bun and eat it!

In the end, it was concluded that the half of the bean paste bun should also be hers!

For a while, he didn't understand the logic in Qinghui's mind, and Mu Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Where did all the crooked reasoning come from?"

It's like saying that if you don't break it, you won't be hungry for the rest of the bean paste buns on the plate.

Qinghui raised his small chin, didn't argue with him, finished the half of the bean paste bun, and put his hand into the plate again.

In the beautiful name, the half of the bean paste bun was broken, and it would not be good after a while, and she would always think about it in her heart.

Then she threatens to imply to him with an expression that if he plans to eat this half of the bean paste bun, she will fight with him.

In the end, Mu Feng, who was 'threatened', let the little girl stretch out her little paws to the other half of the bean paste bag.

Probably the buns that were pit by all means tasted sweeter, and Qinghui was quite satisfied with it.