Staring at Chu Shuolan's back walking towards the desk, Qi Shu chased after him: "What do you mean by this?" Why do I sound weird? ”

Hearing that he was really confused in his voice, Chu Shuolan stopped and looked back at him.

Looking at the look in his eyes that was entangled and confused, Chu Shuolan knew that he had misunderstood something.

He didn't answer Qi Shu's question, and said directly: "What does it have to do with Miss Song to make me heal?" ”

"Of course it does, but I'm going to ask if you have a deep affection for her."

Affection?

Chu Shuolan didn't understand what this was.

For as long as he could remember, the people of the Li Mansion had been polite to him, and his subordinates did not dare to approach him easily.

The only ones who can get close to him are the scholars around him, but they have changed one after another, until the arrival of Ming'en, so that he does not need to change people in the past few years.

Then there are the famous teachers who once taught him, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, art of war and strategy, and the masters who taught him, which one is not a respected figure.

He has eaten, drank, and lived in the past sixteen years, and everything he has enjoyed has been given to him by the Li Mansion.

But there is no family affection with this family.

These people's attitude towards him is alienated and measured, especially when they face him recently, they have more respect than before.

There is also a biological father who sent someone to protect him, but who knows if it is surveillance.

Chu Shuolan didn't understand the word emotion, he had never experienced it, no matter what emotion it was.

He shook his head lightly at Qi Shu: "There is no emotion, it's just the life of the elders." ”

Immediately afterwards, his voice changed: "But since I decided to marry her, I will bear some responsibility for her, after all, this girl is quite interesting." ”

This is the truth, and he feels that there is nothing that cannot be said.

Qi Shu smiled and nodded, and he walked towards the white tiger who was squatting at the door, still staring at the beams of the room.

He walked up to the white tiger and gave a direct order: "Get down." ”

The white tiger's blue eyes glanced at him lightly, and he didn't make any movement.

Qi Shu looked at it like this, narrowed his eyes and smiled, he touched a golden needle from his arms out of nowhere.

"This needle is a little rusty, it's time to sharpen it."

Chu Shuolan, who was not far away, looked at this scene with a look of crying and laughing on his face.

Rusty gold needles? It's just.

But when the white tiger heard this, he unwillingly lay on the ground.

Since Qi Shu knew that the white tiger did not recognize him as the master, and he still ate and drank him for nothing, he was no longer polite to it, and threatened and intimidated him from time to time.

Seeing the white tiger lying on the ground honestly, he pointed to the white tiger's soft belly with a layer of soft hair, and told Chu Shuolan everything that happened in Linghe Mountain that day.

During Qi Shu's narration, Chu Shuolan had already sat on the chair in front of the desk.

For Song Yihuan's blood to have such a miraculous effect, Chu Shuolan's face could no longer remain calm.

But he didn't think of himself for the first time, but thought of what fate would await her if her blood really had such a miraculous effect and was known to others.

Thinking of this, Chu Shuolan's heart rippled slightly, because he was very young, he didn't delve into it.

Sensing Qi Shu's direct gaze on him, Chu Shuolan's face returned to its previous calmness.

But his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "What do you want to do?" ”

Qi Shu was anxious: "I'll tell you this, you still ask me what I want to do?" Saving you with her blood, of course! ”

Chu Shuolan didn't respond immediately when he heard this.