Yin Ze lowered his head in front of Mu Jing, looking at her toes with a slightly red face, originally just wanted to take her attention away from Prince Qiu, but it turned out to be washing her hair.

After washing her hair, she wiped her hair with a towel.

The distance between the two was close enough for him to smell the faint fragrance of her, and he always felt ...... Now this situation is a bit ambiguous, huh?

Yin Ze bent over as if he was afraid of tired her, and said, "I'll wipe it myself." ”

Mu Jing, who had already touched enough, did not refuse, withdrew his hand when he covered the towel on his head, and said, "It is worthy of being a little angel, even his hair is soft." ”

“……”

It seemed that he was accustomed to his occasional silence, and when Mu Jing led people downstairs, he said, "You reminded me of the golden retriever I met when I was working part-time in a friend's shop before. ”

“……？”

"When I clean it, it's very well-behaved."

She stood at the top of the stairs and looked back at him, "Do you have a habit of wiping your head and shaking it twice?" ”

"Nope."

I don't have to think about it, I know that she wants to see him shake his head, so even if there is, he won't shake it.

Compare him to the Golden Retriever.

Mu Jing shrugged his shoulders and walked towards Mu Yang, who was playing puzzles with Zhou Qiyang.

Yin Ze put a towel around his neck, and his half-dried blonde hair made his face look smaller than usual.

He looked thoughtfully in Mu Jing's direction, and before he could think about anything, he saw Prince Qiu sitting next to them with a bag of snacks, trying to mingle with them.

Slightly squeezing the towel, he pulled it off his neck and walked towards it.

Mu Jing, who was sitting next to his younger brother, propped his head and looked at him with a worried look, and he didn't seem to have any intention of chatting.

And Prince Qiu obviously took the initiative to sit down in order to get close to her, looked at Mu Yang like her, and then fell on the puzzle piece that only made one corner, thought for a while, and asked, "The Last Supper?" ”

Zhou Qiyang glanced up at him and said, "How did you see it?" ”

"I've spelled big pictures before, and I think it's a little familiar."

Prince Qiu has a modest attitude, and when he wants to reveal his kindness, it doesn't make people think that he is terrible, especially now that he has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face that he didn't know where to find them, and he looks like a young university professor with a calm and trustworthy temperament.

"Old enemy, you look old with glasses."

Mu Jing glanced at him and said, "Pick it." ”

“…… Old, old hatred? ”

When Prince Qiu rarely stuttered, even though he had gone through a lot of winds and waves, the girl who wanted to understand because of the fluctuations in his heart screamed old and his brain was blank.

"Hmm."

Mu Jing looked at him and asked, "Can't you call it that?" ”

Prince Qiu nodded irritantly with her 'no distractions' in her eyes, and said, "Yes." ”

It's just a title, if you can make her remember herself, call her old ...... It's okay to be an old hater, too.

When he took off his glasses, he said, "Actually, I'm only twenty-six ......."

"So?"

"Nothing."

His cold aura fascinated him, and even the slightest opinion on the title of Old Hatred disappeared because of her eyes.

"Mu Jing."

Yin Ze was behind her, reaching out and gently poking her shoulder.

When he saw her turn to look at him, he bent down and said to her, "Didn't Lao Qiu say that he could cook before joining the team?" Would you like to try his hand today? ”

Prince Qiu squinted his eyes at the blonde boy who made him feel familiar, who allowed him to call him Old Qiu?