Early the next morning, Xuan Li set off to send Nangong Jin's body back to Los Angeles.

And Feng Yu, after waking up, kept shouting that he had a headache. Yue Qingge stepped forward to check his pulse, but saw Qibao flying in: "Qingge, it's not early, send the stinky boy away." ”

"Dumping snow has a headache. ”

"Send it back to the Spirit Fox Clan to show his grandmother. ”

Feng Yu grabbed Yue Qingge's hand and said with a crying voice, "Master, are you going to send me away?"

"Pouring snow, I ......"

"No, I'm not leaving!

Yue Qingge lowered her eyes, and the hand under her sleeve slowly clenched.

"Oh, don't rub it off, let's go. Qibao jumped into Feng Yu's hand, "Such a big person, why are you crying?"

Feng Yu glanced at Qibao, turned over, and got into the quilt and whimpered.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge couldn't bear it: "That's it, let's talk about it in a few days." ”

Qibao was helpless: "Okay, good, I've never seen someone so good at cheating." ”

......

"Pouring snow, do you still have a headache now?"

"Still, Master, I'm hungry. ”

"I made porridge for you. Yue Qingge said, bringing a bowl of minced porridge from the table.

"Master, feed me. ”

Yue Qingge nodded hesitantly, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew lightly, and sent it to Feng Yu's mouth.

Feng Yu pursed his lips and smiled, his clear eyes looking directly at Yue Qingge.

"What's wrong?" Yue Qingge looked away, as if she was a little uncomfortable.

"Master, don't you dare look into my eyes?"

Yue Qingge was slightly stunned, and raised her eyes to look at Feng Yu: "Why don't you dare?"

Feng Yu's smile deepened, and he slowly approached Yue Qingge: "I thought Master wouldn't dare." ”

Yue Qingge's eyes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of panic in her eyes.

At this time, Qibao flew in, and when he saw the two of them getting so close, he suddenly became calm: "What are you doing?"

Yue Qingge hurriedly got up: "I'll feed the porridge to the snow." ”

"A man his size, with hands and feet, can't he eat it?"

Feng Yu glanced at Qibao, revealing a pitiful expression: "Qibao, I'm dizzy and don't have any strength in my body, why don't you feed me?"

"How do you feed my little wings?"

"Then you can only bother Master. ”

"Wait!" Qibao shook his body and turned into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, white and delicate young man, dressed in a turquoise shirt and with a beautiful temperament, but the scenery was that there were a few feathers on his head.

Feng Yu glanced at it and sneered, "You just came out of the chicken coop, right?"

Qibao glared at Feng Yu and took the porridge from the Yueqing singer: "I'll feed him, you go get busy." ”

"The porridge is hot, be careful. ”

"Yes, yes. Qibao waved his hand and fed Feng Yu porridge decently.

Who knew that after Feng Yu finished eating the porridge, he said that he wanted to drink water and let Qibao pour it. After that, he said that he had a headache and asked Qibao to rub it. After half a day, Qibao was so tired that he became cross-eyed.

"You stinky boy, and you call me as a person again?"

Feng Yu snorted, pulled the quilt, closed his eyes and went to recuperate.

"You ......" Qibao angrily ran to Yueqingge to complain.

"Dumping snow has a headache, Feng Ze has just passed away, he is in a bad mood, don't worry about him. ”

"I see that he is in a good mood, and I don't know if he is pretending to have a headache, and he wants to stay on purpose. ”

"Feng Yu appeared last night, probably because of the headache caused by the snowfall, I am afraid that he will appear again. ”

Qibao pouted: "Then send it back early and let his grandmother see it, maybe his grandmother has a solution." He stays with you, and it's always a hidden danger. ”

Yue Qingge turned her eyes lightly: "I know the measure." ”

"I'm afraid he doesn't know. Shippo frowned, "You just uprooted his love." ”

Yue Qingge moved her lips, and finally sighed, "Earlier...... I told him this, and he didn't agree. ”

"Then let him do that?"

Yue Qingge hesitated and said, "His grandmother once gave him a medicine that could suppress the root of love. ”

Qibao waved his hand: "It's useless to suppress any medicine, and it will be emotional in the end, don't you know?"

Yue Qingge pursed her lips and was silent.

Seeing him like this, Qibao turned his mind and pointed at him and shouted: "Oh~, you clearly know that you still let him stay by your side, Yueqingge, what are you thinking?"

Yue Qingge's eyebrows furrowed, and she slowly lowered her eyes: he also wanted to know what he was thinking. Knowing that the medicine was useless, knowing that the old lady arranged for them to go to Gengshan to take care of Dudu, in order to keep him and even match the two of them, he pretended not to know and got along with the snow day and night. What the hell was he thinking?

"I don't care, no matter what, tomorrow is going to send him away, you can't see him again in the future, unless you break the mirror and become an immortal. Shippo wiped his face, "Well, I'm so. ”

"I'm sorry, Shippo. ”

"Why did you tell me I'm sorry?" Qibao scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "I know that 'love' is not so easy to control, and I don't blame you." It's just that I'm anxious for you, you see that you're about to break through the Triple Realm. ”

Yue Qingge looked stunned and didn't say anything more.

......

In the afternoon, Feng Yu was resting, and suddenly heard a pleasant sound like a clear spring. He got up and went out, looking for the sound of the piano and came to the front of Yueqingge's house, through the slightly open window, he saw Yueqingge lowering his eyebrows and gently plucking the strings, and his handsome face was calm.

Feng Yu watched quietly, and he couldn't see any expression on his face. Yue Qingge noticed something, raised her head, and saw Feng Yu outside the window, and there seemed to be a trace of waves in her eyes.

"Master. Feng Yu smiled at Yueqingge and pushed the door in.

"Quarreling with you?"

Feng Yu shook his head, walked over to Yue Qingge and sat down: "Master plays so well, teach me, right?"

Yue Qingge subconsciously moved to the side: "Didn't you think it was difficult to learn at the beginning?"

"Then I want to learn again now. Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and plucked the strings, "Is this how you play?"

"No, hands are here. Yue Qingge put Feng Yu's hand in the right position and gave him a demonstration.

Feng Yu followed and learned: "So?"

The middle finger pops inward. Yue Qingge grabbed Feng Yu's finger as he spoke, but who knew that Feng Yu's fingertip hooked his finger and directly hooked his finger.

Yue Qingge was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

"Master, your hands are a little cold. Feng Yu raised his head and looked at Yue Qingge with bright eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if I could see through his heart.

Yue Qingge was confused, and quickly withdrew his hand: "Dumping snow, there is something to do for the teacher, go out for a trip, you practice yourself for a while." ”

"Good. Feng Yu plucked the strings, looking at the figure of Yue Qingge leaving in a hurry, his eyes were slightly condensed.

In the evening, Yue Qingge returned. Feng Yu got up and poured him a glass of water: "Master, I still can't, you can teach me again." ”

"This, I can't teach it well for a while. ”

"If you don't teach this, then do something else?"

"Do what?"

Feng Yu looked at the empty teacup in the Yueqing Singer, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stepped forward and clasped his wrist......