Dinner is over.

Xia Naiying took the initiative to ask to wash the dishes, the corners of her lips curled, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Qing Ye'er landed on the window: "Hello master, master......"

Xia Naiying shook off the dishwashing water in her hand and smiled brightly: "Qing...... Isn't he...... Aren't you gone? How did you come back again? ”

Qing Ye'er looked Xia Naiying up and down, walked back and forth, thinking: "Why did the master come to the world, why did he want to be a slave for you?" What exactly are you? What is the background? What family background? ”

Xia Naiying smiled: "I have no identity, no background, no family background, he came to be my servant...... Because...... My grandma, my grandma entrusted it, right? ”

Qing Ye'er asked, "Who is your grandmother?" What is it called? Where is it? ”

Xia Naiying lowered her eyes: "My grandmother...... It's been a year since I passed away......"

Qing Ye'er mentioned her sadness and said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry...... Let's not talk about it for now, anyway, the master doesn't like me to speculate about what he did, and I came back to tell you......"

It flew to Xia Naiying's shoulder: "Your ointment is useless to the master's mouth, the master is a fox...... Your ointment is only useful to ordinary humans. ”

Xia Naiying wiped her hands on her body and asked, "Then what medicine works for him?" If you don't rub the medicine in time to reduce the swelling, it is estimated that it will rot. ”

Qing Ye'er imagined that the fox Liubai's mouth was rotten, and his whole body trembled: "No, no, my master's appearance is the first, you can't let him rot his mouth......"

It thought for a moment and spoke, "I remember that you humans don't have a Xuanshan Mansion?" You can definitely buy ointment to heal the mouth of youkai inside. ”

Xia Naiying remembered that Xia Ruoxi had mentioned Xuanshan Mansion, and she asked, "That, does Hu Liubai know that the ointment is useless?" ”

Qing Ye'er affirmed: "Of course I know, who is my master?" How could it not be known? ”

Xia Naiying pursed her lips, and Hu Liubai knew that it was useless and still painted? Thinking about it like this, she felt even more guilty, and she wanted to ask more carefully, but Qing Ye'er seemed to expect something and left in a hurry.

Get out of the kitchen.

Xia Naiying saw Hu Liubai sitting in the courtyard, looking at her homework, and then raised her head and said, "Master, these masters shouldn't be right?" The slave has just finished reading, and the slave can explain it to the master. ”

When Xia Nai Ying saw him speak, she frowned in pain.

Xia Naiying walked over: "Okay, thank you, when the teacher handed out the homework today, he praised me in front of the whole class, all right, I grew so big, it was the first time I was praised by the teacher." ”

Minutes and seconds passed.

Xia Naiying finished her homework and stood up suddenly: "It's miserable, I forgot to go to work, no, I have to go to ...... quickly"

Hu Liubai took her hand: "The master's work, the slave has already helped the master to do it, the master does not need to work in the future, the slave will go." ”

Xia Naiying sat down again and asked him seriously, "Why are you so good to me?" Are you really my grandmother's spirit in heaven and let you take care of me? ”

Hu Liu's white eyes gradually deepened, and his expression was slightly unnatural: "Yes......"

Xia Naiying was curious: "But, why did grandma ask you to take care of me?" Why did you say yes? ”

Hu Liubai looked at Xia Naiying with clear eyes, and recalled in his mind that a hundred years ago, he wore an olive core bracelet to save his little Xia Naiying, and he lied: "Because, your grandmother once saved me." ”

Xia Naiying was skeptical, but she believed this excuse.

She laughed, and little stars lit up in her eyes: "Hu Liubai, you are so good to me, except for grandma, you are the best person for me, don't worry, I, Xia Naiying, will also be good to you." ”

Hearing this, Hu Liubai couldn't help but clench the textbook, with a trace of guilt in his expression.

If you know the truth, you should hate me, right?