Hold it! Soul Sheng was about to go downstairs, and was dragged back by Jiuya by the collar.

"You can, go around such a big circle, dare to love Guno without losing it? So excuse me, where is he now? Jiuya's last sentence was almost gritted her teeth and said very angrily.

"It's in the house." Soul Sheng said, pointing to the room at the end of the corridor, Jiuya let go of Soul Sheng to go to find Gounod, but was stopped by Soul Sheng.

"Do you know Nan Ci, why do you want to coax his flute?"

"I'll tell you Gunault, you talk to me! Do you think of a sidewalk? Jiuya shook off Soul Sheng's hand and walked back into the hallway.

"Then you go, go and eat dog food!"

"Huh?" Jiuya understood in an instant.

"You don't sleep in the house in the middle of the night, you sit on the sofa hungry and wait for me, you must have heard something, right?" Jiuya asked Soul Sheng with a smile.

"I'm still a kid, and they're affecting my healthy growth!" Soul Sheng watched Jiuya smile so happily, pouted, and sat back on the sofa to eat the rest of the meal.

"Haha, it's really still a child, you wait, it's dawn, I'll pick you up Brother Fuchen and come back to accompany you, haha......" Jiuya's laughter couldn't hold back anymore, and she laughed on the sofa.

"What's wrong with him? Why do you need to pick it up? Soul Sheng pouted unhappily, but he was still curious about the whereabouts of Fuchen, so he could only put down the shelf and ask Jiuya.

"Riding a sharing bike, speeding in the suburbs was caught by the traffic police."

"Then why aren't you worried at all, you're still smiling so happily here, he's your fiancé."

"Ahem, you are so young that you don't understand anything, so you arranged a fiancé for me? Pay attention to the words, he is at most a bodyguard arranged for me by my aunt and grandmother. Jiuya smiled and corrected Soul Sheng seriously.

"My aunt asked Fuchen to marry you, I heard it, and even asked you to have children first and then get married."

"Soul Sheng, it's fun to manipulate the floating dust and let him listen to you, right?" Jiuya looked at Soul Sheng with a straight face, and asked this sentence coldly.

"I don't understand what you're saying, women are just weird, turning their faces faster than turning books, they laughed like fools just now, and now they are scary with a straight face." Soul Sheng avoided Jiuya's gaze, although he guessed that Fuchen would tell Jiuya, but he didn't expect Jiuya to ask him directly.

"You know that Fuchen doesn't want to marry me, so you threaten him, right?"

"What kind of threat is this, who would be afraid of this kind of pediatric threat."

"Fuchen will, because he was adopted by his aunt and grandmother, he wants to repay the kindness, and his kindness to me is just to repay my aunt's nurturing grace."

"How do you know so clearly? Guess what? "Soul Sheng didn't believe that Jiuya could know so clearly, she must have deceived herself and guessed.

"I really didn't guess, because I was too familiar, I was similar to Fuchen as a brother and sister."

"That means that you chose the nephew of the Han family?"

"Why do you care so much, little brat? I still want to ask you, why did my aunt suddenly let me get married? Jiuya patted Soul Sheng's head, pinched Soul Sheng's face and asked him.

"To prevent the mirror from being opened." Soul Sheng pushed away Jiuya's hand and said mysteriously.

"You'd better tell me everything you know, it's too uncomfortable to be cheated by outsiders who are obviously the parties involved."

"I'll tell you, can you treat me to something more? I'm hungry. ”

"Soul Sheng, I have four meals, you eat them all, no matter how underage you are, you can't pit me like this when you grow your body, just supporting your food is enough to support two adults." Jiuya squeezed out a smile and looked at Soul Sheng, ready to tell him with her eyes that it was no.

"Cut, then I won't talk about it, can I still eat you poor with a child?" Soul Sheng turned his head away and didn't look at Jiuya.

"Alas, I don't know who it is, boasting that I'm eighteen years old, wait, I'll change my shoes and take you out to eat." Jiuya deliberately said it to Soul Sheng.

Jiuya was so angry with the soul that she had to bow to him, because she was too curious about what kind of big chess she wanted to play when her aunt and grandmother joined forces.

But Jiuya didn't sleep all night, her mood fluctuated greatly, she stood up too quickly, her eyes were dark, and she fell backwards, thinking that she was going to fall and knock it, but she didn't want to bump into someone else's arms.

"Hey, my head hurts so much, thank you." Jiuya hurriedly stood up straight, turned around and looked, it was actually floating dust? Still holding the morning dust in both hands.

"Brother Fuchen! Or do you hurt me. Soul Sheng happily rushed over to grab breakfast, and almost gave Fuchen a hug.

"Wait, what's the situation? Didn't King Han say that you were detained? It's not dawn yet! How did you get released? Jiuya covered her head and asked Fuchen suspiciously.

"I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I'll sneak out to buy you food, and I'll go back after putting down the food." Fuchen touched Jiuya's head, turned around and left.

If it weren't for the food on the table, and her head hurt even more, Jiuya would have suspected that it was the floating dust she had seen in her dreams when she had fallen asleep.

"Okay, there's something to eat, let's talk, tell me everything you know." Jiuya rubbed her head and sat down beside Soul Sheng.

"If you can't understand your IQ, you're suitable for eating and waiting for death." After Soul Sheng finished speaking, Chong Jiuya made a grimace, carrying the tofu brain, and ran downstairs to the kitchen to find a bowl of rice.

"What a bear child, he can be angry!" Jiuya complained, gesturing and pretending to punch the soul sheng, but found that there were blood stains on her hands.

Jiuya was suspicious, Fuchen usually doesn't wear a necklace, how could he knock his head when he hit him in his arms.

Jiuya was puzzled, and found that there was a bottle of water in the plastic bag of 'Zhen Xiyuan' that she brought back, which was the bottle on Cheng Zhifei's car, it must be that the back seat of the taxi was too narrow, and when she pretended to lower her head to pick up her mobile phone, she rubbed it into the plastic bag, and she didn't pay attention.

"Alas, I've brought it all back, let's taste the taste of this water that is too expensive to move." Jiuya muttered to herself, easily unscrewed the cap, and only took a sip.

Jiuya chirped, didn't taste anything special, almost the same as the tap water filled in the water pipe, Jiuya fainted before she could put the water bottle back on the table.

When Jiuya opened her eyes again, it was already afternoon, and she was lying on the bed at the moment, her head was still a little dizzy and painful, Jiuya reached out and touched it, the wound on her head had healed, but it was swollen, it was estimated that it would take several days for the swelling to go away, and if she ran into floating dust again, she must ask him what he was wearing on his neck.

Jiuya just wanted to get up, but found that there was something in her arms, cylindrical, could it be! Jiuya lifted the quilt, and what was beside her was the painting scroll that Mo Qing had let him take away.

"Who is it? Who carried me back to my room? Jiuya immediately sat up, took the scroll, rushed out of the room, and as soon as she opened the door, she couldn't wait to ask who carried her back to the room.