Gui Yuxi pondered.

Full of doubts.

Jun Liangchen was a little anxious: "Yu Xiaoba, why don't you speak?" ”

He hugged Yu Xiaoba as a big Buddha.

Jun Moyan covered his mouth: "Shut up." ”

It's too noisy.

It affected the judgment of small noodles.

"There's no evil in your house." Gui Yuxi said very seriously.

No evil spirits?

Jun Moyan raised his thick eyebrows: "The Seventh Prince is not sick, and he is not in the evil spirit, what is going on?" ”

His scrutinizing eyes fell coldly on Jun Liangchen: "Could it be that you are pretending to be sick?" Want to win Yu Su's mercy? ”

Jun Liangchen behaved perversely, and it was not impossible to pretend to be sick.

Jun Liangchen was annoyed: "How is it possible, I'm the best at using beauty to confuse people, I will only use beautiful men in front of Yu Su." ”

The little noodle melon listened to a chill.

"I'm going to clean up first." How could Jun Liangchen, who loves handsomeness, allow himself to be so embarrassed.

Gui Yuxi and Jun Moyan sat there.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

These two are still angry.

Gui Yuxi's two slender, soft, white little fingers crawled around the sandalwood table like little insects.

Jun Moyan had already swept it with his afterglow.

He ignored it.

Gui Yu is bold.

The caterpillar-like fingers climbed up Jun Moyan's long fingers.

The road was not smooth, her fingers stumbled, she regained her strength and continued to climb, and when she reached the gap between her fingers, Jun Moyan suddenly grabbed her tender fingers: "Don't make trouble." ”

A doting tone.

"Uncle, you have a straight face, and you are many years old."

Jun Moyan has always felt that he is peerless.

But in front of the young and active little face melon, his age is not worth mentioning.

The little melon didn't know whether to live or die and offended his scales.

"Yu Xiaoba, don't anger this king."

Gui Yuxi stuck out his tongue.

Jun Liangchen finally came out.

Wearing a dark purple cloud-sense straight robe, the drape is very good, buried with silver threads, there is a streamer floating between walking, the hair bun is neatly combed, oily and slippery, with a hosta, a folding fan in his hand, and the taste of the merry noble son is fully revealed.

It's just that the dark circles under his eyes and sagging bags under his eyes have greatly reduced his handsomeness.

There is still a problem, Gui Yu thought.

The three of them sat there.

They looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Jun Liangchen fanned the folding fan, looked at the two of them, and suddenly laughed: "What's the matter with you two guys, you quarreled." ”

"Shut up."

"Shut up."

The two have a unique tacit understanding.

Jun Liangchen was stunned for a moment and was silent.

He thought it was more interesting for the dead to sit than he was.

Gui Yu suddenly asked, "Seventh Prince, have you encountered anything strange recently?" Or something special? ”

Jun Liangchen thought carefully: "No, it's all normal." ”

"Did you eat anything strange?"

"No, our food is very precious." That's right.

"Did you receive a strange gift?"

"No, I often receive gifts, no way, good popularity." Jun Liangchen said proudly.

Gui Yu glanced at him: "Is there anything strange in the gift you received?" ”

Jun Liangchen said: "Actually, I don't know what's strange, I think it's quite normal." ”

"Oh." Can't talk to him.

Jun Moyan knocked on the table: "Go to your study and see the gifts you received recently." ”

"Oh, good." Jun Liangchen took them with him.

Jun Liangchen's study is very fancy and very ...... Well, narcissism.

Jun Moyan's study is very thoughtful and atmospheric, and there is a feeling of not daring to blaspheme when he goes in, but Jun Liangchen's study is ......