Knowing that Bianlong would not change his mind, Shen Qing'er could only find a way to protect Chu Qi by herself.

I remember that in the past, Mu Tianshen had given her a smoke bomb to transmit signals.

So, she also specially bought it back and used it when the seventh day of junior high school was in danger.

In this way, she and Fenlong will be able to arrive in time.

knew that it was the kindness of his mother, and he did not refuse on the seventh day of the first month.

At night, Shen Qing'er lay on the bed, deliberately facing Fenlong.

She was like that every time they had a fight.

still remembers the first Cold War, she ignored Fenlong, and Tuolong didn't know how to coax her.

The two did not speak for days.

Later, he took the initiative to speak: "Is it enough gas?" ”

Shen Qing'er still ignored him, he could only continue: "So many days have passed, don't be angry, okay?" ”

Hearing him say this, Shen Qing'er's face softened a little, and he took her into his arms.

Now, it is not the first time she has had a cold war with him, and he has also gained experience.

Looking at the back of the woman lying beside him, his arms slowly wrapped his arms around her thin waist.

Feeling the pair of strong arms around her waist, Shen Qing'er was no longer so angry in her heart.

But she is still angry with Fenlong, how can she forgive him so easily, so it seems that she is too easy to fool.

She chose not to speak.

Every time she had a fight, she didn't like to talk.

Behind him, a man's soft and deep voice came: "Don't worry so much about the seventh day of junior high school, he has grown up, not a child anymore." ”

Shen Qing'er also knew that the seventh day of junior high school was not a child, but she just couldn't help but worry.

"I am yours, I will stay by your side with you and protect you."

Fenlong's words made Shen Qing'er's heart soften for a moment, she pursed her lips and said, "However, he is also your son." ”

When she said this, she had already turned to the side, her face had completely softened, and her voice was delicate.

One of Fenlong's hands caressed her soft face, and his voice was low and soft: "However, we can't worry about his heart for a lifetime, he has his life." ”

In the darkness, Shen Qing'er stared into Bianlong's eyes.

He was right, the seventh year of junior high school also has her own life, but she is too worried.

It's time for her to think about letting go and letting Chu Qi live her own life.

No matter whether his life is painful or happy, it is his life, and she can't worry about him for the rest of her life.

Seeing that she was silent, Fenlong continued to tell her about his past.

"When I was seventeen years old, I had already entered the Assassination Pavilion, accepted various tasks, and traveled everywhere."

Hearing him talk about his dark past, Shen Qing'er felt pity, and a pair of slender arms couldn't help but hug him and leaned tightly into his arms.

She knew that his past was dark and unhappy, and he struggled every day to survive the hardships.

She hugged him, wanting to warm him and tell him that he now had someone to keep him company.

Sensing the woman's intentions, Fenlong approached her, and a gentle kiss fell on her face and lips.

She didn't refuse, and he kissed more and more passionately.

On the second day, when the two got up again, the seventh day of the first month was long gone.

Zhang's mother said that she went out early on the seventh day of the new year.

In fact, the seventh day of the first month was in such a hurry to go out, also to avoid the father and mother of the Cold War.

At the same time, he was also worried that his father and mother would suddenly change their minds and not let him go out.

So, how else can he go about investigating? How to show your talents?