The shallow coffee squirted.

As a system of clear light.

Naturally, she was the first to learn about Qinghui's thoughts.

Make the blade of your sword a colorful black ...... Are you serious?

Although Chi Yan and Fu Beisheng couldn't understand what Qinghui was thinking in his head.

But......

Fu Beisheng tried to smooth out his stiff lips with a smile.

Then he looked at Chi Yan and made eye contact: This little girl in your family...... The taste is quite unique, why don't you try to wear colorful black next time to please the little girl?

Chi Yan motioned for him to get out with his eyes.

Fu Beisheng touched the tip of his nose.

No longer trying to challenge Chi Yan's patience with himself.

Close the door.

Walk to the cab.

He was a few years older than the two.

The two are still in the second semester of their sophomore year of high school, and he has already gone to college, and when he is old, he has already taken the driver's license test.

But it was the first time I had such a strong feeling.

"How do I feel like I'm like your driver."

In the mirror, the two men were seen sitting in the back seat.

One was a little careless, his eyes fell outward, and his eyes were full of indifference.

One was soft on the seat, and a pair of dead fish eyes didn't look at all, and he didn't bother to speak at all.

One is more uncle-than-the-other.

How much he can't think about it, he doesn't sleep for a good time, and he has to come to recognize his uncle?

I complained so much in my heart.

Drive to Chi Yan's place.

Although Chi Yan is the orthodox young master of the Chi family, his father favors his illegitimate brother Chi Jingtu.

Because the other party is good at learning, has outstanding ability, and has a good personality, he will please people.

Obviously, a lot of things have been done against him behind his back, but he still pretends to be a brother and a brother.

This young master was very impatient, so he simply moved out.

Arrived at the place.

There's a lot to take.

Probably just some clothes and daily necessities.

Fu Beisheng watched from the side.

That little girl is just like a little heel.

followed behind Chi Yan and stared at him to clean up.

It's a little too tight, isn't it?

Why do you seem to be afraid that Chi Yan will run away?

Fu Beisheng leaned against the door with some doubts.

I saw that Chi Yan was a little annoyed by being followed.

Standing up, he put his hand on her head and tried to push her away.

It's like brushing away the little milk cat that keeps scratching behind him.

Then Qinghui snapped and slapped his hand away.

Looking up, I don't know what I muttered.

The young man's helpless and cold eyes were even more heavy, and he couldn't distinguish his emotions.

Lord Spirit Sword raised his chin, very arrogant, and quite confident in his judgment.

Big-eyed and unfocused, with a bit of ruffianism.

When she came outside, she didn't slump anymore.

"I'll just say you're going to run."

Scold.

Chi Yan lifted his lower lip.

Turn around and head to the kitchen.

Qinghui followed.

Fu Beisheng also followed up with some doubts.

watched the little young master skillfully take out a pack of wontons from the refrigerator.

Pick up the water and cook the ravioli.

Before Qinghui realized what he was doing, he blocked the kitchen door, looking lazy and dying.

Until the man shoved the spoon into Qinghui's hand.

Then he took the bowl and walked outside to put it down.

Send the Spirit Sword Master away.

Go eat and eat, don't follow Lao Tzu.

Is Spirit Sword-sama so easy to dismiss?!

Qinghui stared at Chi Yan with big eyes.

The ravioli is slightly cooler.

Chi Yan pulled up his cuffs expressionlessly, snatched the spoon back, scooped one, and stuffed it into Qinghui's mouth.

Two minutes later—

Qinghui held the bowl.

I found the closest place to the door and sat down.

Eat ravioli.