Fuyue meditated in the house until 10 o'clock for dinner.

happened to meet Xiao Wu head-on when he came back from going out.

Xiao Wu looked at her with a look of indignation on her face, but in the end she was a little more restrained, and she didn't directly show her face.

She tilted her head to look at Xiao Wu walking by, her eyes closed slightly, her fingertips moved, and a wisp of spiritual power floated to Xiao Wu's feet.

And what followed was Xiao Wu's exclamation.

She looked back at Xiao Wu, who was pale, with an unusually innocent expression: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Wu has a word of suffering, hiding the flat ground, and he can't say it himself, how could he almost fall just now.

He shook his head quickly and patted the crumpled hem of his clothes.

And the movement outside naturally also affects the simplicity of resting in the house.

Rong Jian put on his coat and slowly opened the door, and saw the two people standing in front of the door.

With a slight frown in his fair eyebrows, he swept over Xiao Wu and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiao Wu shook his head and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm.

"No, it's just that the little one stepped on something and slipped his foot, which disturbed Childe."

Rong Jian shook his head, but glanced at Fuyue with a complicated expression.

Fuyue was frank and let him look at it, "Don't think of anything about me, am I that bad?" If I do it, he will sin against me first. ”

She grinned, revealing eight white teeth.

Xiao Wu heard her say this and wanted to refute her.

But Rong Jian interrupted what he was about to blurt out at this moment.

"Talk less, do more."

Primary 5: .........

Fuzuki was even happier in fright.

This time, she took the initiative to take his big hand and shook it, rubbing her bulging belly, she looked up at him and said.

"I'm hungry, shall we go to dinner?"

Regarding her sudden intimacy, he lowered his eyes slightly to look at her, and bowed his head slightly, "Okay."

Xiao Wu, who pursed his mouth and couldn't speak: ......

When did Childe's temper become so good?

Because Rong Jian was seriously ill, he couldn't eat food that was too heavy on oil.

Xiao Wu and Fuyue naturally accompanied him to eat light things.

Although Fuyue didn't really want to, he still endured it when he looked at his increasingly thin face.

After all, the aura on his body made her feel comfortable.

I don't want him to die too early, and when the time comes, won't she be even more bored?

What's more, her body doesn't pay attention to appetite, starting from Jindan to open the valley, and now it has been three or four hundred years.

Eating something too greasy for a while is not good for your health.

Looking at the little doll who was drinking white porridge and relishing, Rong Jian ordered Xiao Wu beside him to buy a roast chicken for Fuyue and send it to her after finishing the meal.

Xiao Wu's eyes widened a few points as he listened.

Childe, this is eccentric pampering!

Why didn't he have a share?

He thought like this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Rong Jian.

I can only go out depressed to buy roast chicken for Fuyue.

And after waiting for Fuyue to come back from the last toilet, he looked at Rong Jian who was standing alone in front of the door.

She took a few steps forward to stand beside him.

"Your health is not good, and you are still standing at the door in such thin clothes, and you are not afraid of being blown by the wind and getting sick?" She pursed her lower lip and reprimanded Xiao Wu: "Where did your subordinate go?" I don't know how to do my job at all. ”

He let his master stand outside the door in a single coat.

She touched his hand, it was cold and there was no temperature.

Fuyue's eyebrows tightened.

Rong Jian looked back at the little doll standing beside him, holding his hand.

Shaking his head: "I'm waiting for you." ”