"But I don't know when they drove away, you know I rarely come back." Shao Tingxun innocently pursed his mouth, and his soft hair drooped softly on his white forehead, which looked a little cute.

But Shao Tingxun's appearance was a little underwhelming in Song Qingyin's eyes.

Whose bear child is this?

Song Qingyin suddenly remembered the card that Shao Tingxun's grandfather gave her that day, and she hurriedly took out the card from the bag she had put on the sofa before she had time to put it away.

"Whoa." She handed the card to Shao Tingxun's eyes.

Shao Tingxun looked at the card in Song Qingyin's hand, and then looked at Song Qingyin, his deep voice was a little ridiculous: "What?" Are you going to keep me? ”

His voice changed, and he said: "How much money is in this, my asking price is very high, and the salary of Assistant Teacher Song is probably not enough." ”

"What the hell is in your head?" Song Qingyin threw the card into Shao Tingxun's arms.

Song Qingyin really wanted to pry Shao Tingxun's head open to see what was inside.

"And what is this?"

"Your grandfather gave it to me that day?"

"My grandfather." Shao Tingxun heard that his grandfather had already looked for Song Qingyin, and his whole face changed.

"When did he find you?"

"Just some time ago." Song Qingyin told Shao Tingxun about Datian in 1510.

"Oh." Shao Tingxun's tense face didn't seem to be much easier.

"Any questions?" This is the first time Song Qingyin has seen such a solemn expression on Shao Tingxun's face, which always has an uninhibited smile.

"It's fine." Shao Tingxun shook his head.

He didn't tell Song Qingyin that his family was facing a taboo in metaphysics, it was absolute.

They don't dislike civilian girls, but they are extremely repulsive to this aspect of metaphysics, Shao Tingxun doesn't know why, in short, when he was sick before, he couldn't cure a servant in the family and said that he was evil, and he never saw the servant at home again.

Even the son-in-law who took the servant to help in the Shao family was gone.

It can be seen how disgusted and rejected by the Shao family for metaphysics.

If grandpa knew that Song Qingyin was doing this, he might use some extreme means to force Song Qingyin to leave him, and now Song Qingyin has no feelings for him at all, if Song Qingyin leaves him......

This idea has not yet been fully formed, and Shao Tingxun began to maintain a high degree of disgust for this possibility.

This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen.

"Let's go take a shower."

"What do you want to do?"

"How can you sleep without taking a bath, or does Assistant Teacher Song sleep without taking a bath before?"

"What nonsense?" Every time she woke up in this villa before, she was surrounded by Shao Tingxun's big face, and today she didn't mean to be here, so she didn't want to live with Shao Tingxun.

"I'm going to sleep in the room next to you."

"That's the cloakroom."

"Next to it."

"That's the theater."

"That's the study."

……

"Are all utility rooms in your house except for these rooms?"

Song Qingyin didn't believe that there was no room for her in such a big house.

"Really."

"I'm going to see it." This is almost Song Qingyin's only hobby when he comes here today.

"I'm going to see it."

"Really." Song Qingyin didn't believe it, there was no car in the garage, so now there can't be no room upstairs.

"Then go see for yourself." Shao Tingxun took a sip of coffee, still looking damn conniving.

"It's not going to be a trap, is it?" Song Qingyin asked suspiciously, it was not that she began to become suspicious, but that Shao Tingxun was really too deliberate, and he was becoming more and more cunning during this time.

"If you don't go to see it, I don't dislike it if you don't like to take a bath, let's go to sleep." As he spoke, Shao Tingxun put down the exquisitely crafted coffee cup in his hand, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Lan Song Qingyin's shoulder.

Song Qingyin dodged to the side with a light movement, avoiding Shao Tingxun's embrace.

"I decided to check it out anyway." She scurried upstairs.

Behind him, Shao Tingxun sat down quietly, waiting for a while, Song Qingyin's expression after seeing the scene upstairs must be very exciting.

Shao Tingxun silently counted in his heart, and sure enough, after a while, Song Qingyin's voice came from upstairs.

With a jumping foot in a hurry: "Shao Tingxun, you neurotic." ”

Song Qingyin sat in the room where she had spent several nights, her body had changed into pajamas, and her long black hair behind her was dripping with water.

"You're not going to wipe your hair?" Shao Tingxun asked.

As a result, he received Song Qingyin's roar as if he had lit a cannon battle.

"You're sick, you've locked the doors of all the rooms in such a big villa."

"I didn't lock it up." Shao Tingxun touched his nose and said aggrievedly.

"How could it not be you."

"It wasn't me." Shao Tingxun sat on the edge of the bed, sitting with Song Qingyin, feeling the wetness coming from his arm, and he actually felt a little enjoying such a feeling.

"If you don't wipe your hair, you're going to catch a cold, and then the fairy sister will become a slug."

"You have to take care of it." Although Song Qingyin said this, for the sake of her own image, she still snatched the towel from Shao Tingxun's hand and began to slowly wipe her long hair.

She can't forget the scene just now, she almost visited the five-story main building, but she didn't find a door that could be opened except Shao Tingxun's room, except for the theater and gym, of course.

This guy was obviously waiting to see his jokes, but he was seen by Shao Tingxun like a fool.

She remembered what she had just done, and the strength in her hands unconsciously began to increase.

The act of wiping your hair is not like wiping it, but like pulling your hair.

Shao Tingxun, who was standing on the side, felt pain when he looked at it, but the person concerned was stunned and didn't feel it at all, as if he had lost his sense of pain.

Even if he doesn't pity Song Qingyin, he also pity the hair that has grown so hard.

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it myself."

"Don't you feel a pain in your scalp?" Shao Tingxun snatched the towel from Song Qingyin's hand, because he had absorbed a lot of water, the dry towel had become soft and damp, but even so, Song Qingyin's hair was still dripping.

When Shao Tingxun said this, Song Qingyin really felt that his scalp was a little tingling.

He actually harmed himself for Shao Tingxun, a bastard?

Shao Tingxun's towel was on Song Qingyin's head, blocking all her vision.

"What are you doing?" This rude treatment caused Song Qingyin to be extremely dissatisfied.

"Sister fairy, you can be secretly happy, this is the first time I've wiped someone's hair, and others can't ask for it."

"Happy fart." Song Qingyin was already in a bad mood, and she felt irritable when she heard Shao Tingxun's voice.

It was rare to be scolded by Song Qingyin, Shao Tingxun didn't immediately open his mouth to scold back, but began to wipe Song Qingyin's hair intently, Shao Tingxun's movements were very light, and Song Qingyin didn't feel a little uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Shao Tingxun's sleeves were long, and when his dry fingers passed through his hair, he brought up a little bit of numbness, which made Song Qingyin feel comfortable.

I couldn't help but squint my eyes and feel it slowly.

"Isn't it comfortable?" Even if he didn't see Shao Tingxun's face, Song Qingyin could hear the taste of smugness in his voice.

But this person can't be too proud, Song Qingyin pouted: "It's okay, it needs to be improved." ”

"Sister fairy, I didn't expect you to look like a fairy, but in fact you are a guy who doesn't like to tell the truth." Shao Tingxun said while helping Song Qingyin wipe his head.

"Whoever said that, I'm very honest." Song Qingyin was very happy to be served, and even her mood improved, and the matter that Shao Tingxun made herself angry just now seemed to be over.

"Liar." Shao Tingxun said with a smile.

Then neither of them was talking, and the atmosphere was very good, with a faint warmth, constantly circling around the two people.

"Alright." Shao Tingxun found that there was no dripping moisture in his hair, so he came over with a hair dryer.

Seeing this, Song Qingyin hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, but was dodged by Shao Tingxun.

"Don't move, this is a one-stop service, and it's not over yet." Shao Tingxun fell in love with the feeling of Song Qingyin's hair passing through the tips of his fingers, and every sliding of the hair would bring a tingling that made people's hearts palpitate.

Song Qingyin withdrew his hand when he heard Shao Tingxun's words, waiting for Shao Tingxun's service.

Shao Tingxun turned the temperature of the hair dryer to medium setting, and the sound of the hair dryer sounded in this space that seemed to be very loud but became small because of the presence of two people.

It should be noisy, but now it feels very quiet.

Shao Tingxun's hand is not through the scalp, it is very comfortable, and it is different from his own fingers.

Song Qingyin enjoyed it very much.

"Alright." These two words seemed to announce something, and the whining sound in the room stopped, and Song Qingyin and Shao Tingxun both felt a little lost to varying degrees.

"Let's sleep."

"You sleep on the floor?"

"This is my house." Shao Tingxun crossed his hands on his hips, frowning and unhappy.

Obviously, he had already entered the room with him, and he still wanted to sleep separately from himself.

"Then I'll sleep on the floor." Song Qingyin thought for a while and felt that what Shao Tingxun said was very reasonable, so he began to compromise himself.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"You're my girlfriend, so you should sleep with me."

"We're fake."

"What about the fake, you were still like this to others before, and today you start to dislike me and want to sleep alone, I didn't expect that Sister Fairy, you are not only a person who likes to talk, but also a person who likes the new and hates the old." Shao Tingxun's finger pointing at Song Qingyin was all a play, accusing Song Qingyin, a bad woman who had been abandoned from the beginning.