In the room, the night terror coaxed to look at the pen and ink that had been put aside a long time ago, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

These guys, the feelings have been ready to punish things early in the morning!

Damn it......

In desperation, Night Terror sat down at the table, ready to start punishing.

Suddenly, there was a soft ringing in her ears.

The crisp fragrance wafted into the tip of his nose, and even if he didn't have to look up, he knew who the people around him were.

She sighed helplessly, squinted at the elusive man, dragged her chin and asked, "Yan Qingjue, are you idle?" Follow me all day long, do I have a treasure on me? ”

Yan Qingjue smiled slightly and said, "Yes." "You're my biggest baby.

Night Terror suddenly thought of the little black-haired chicken that was still sleeping, and pouted, "It hasn't hatched yet." ”

Yan Qingjue pulled out the stool opposite Ye Jinghong, sat down slowly, and said, "I'll accompany you." ”

His movements were elegant and calm, exuding a noble and ethereal aura, which automatically dyed the air around him with a kind of honor.

It was as if what was sitting under his ass was not an ordinary wooden stool, but a white jade throne.

Night Terror shook his head, automatically blocked the "PS" effect brought by Yan Qingjue, and said, "Whatever you want." ”

After that, Night Terror devoted himself to the "punishment of copying".

At this moment, the hand, which had always been beautiful, reached out in front of her, picked up a stack of papers, and took the pen from her hand.

"What do you want to copy?"

The man's voice was ethereal, like a Sanskrit sound, but he was a little dazed when he heard the night terror.

"Gah? What did you say? ”

Copy?

What is he going to copy?

Yan Qingjue raised his eyes to look at her, and patiently repeated: "You said whatever I want, so I will punish you for copying." ”

Three hundred times is so much, the little guy is estimated to be soft when he copies it.

If Emperor Huang and Huangliu were here, they would definitely be frightened by Yan Qingjue's words and didn't know how to crow for three days.

I'll rub it!

This second goods who took the initiative to punish others for copying books is definitely not the Yan Qingjue they know!

What the hell is this?!

Night Terror was speechless, didn't she let her punish him for copying when she said "whatever he wants"? She also thought that Yan Qingjue was saying that she wanted to accompany her to wait for the hatching of the little black-haired chicken.

Night Terror opened his mouth to refuse seriously: "No need, I can do it myself." ”

At the same time, Night Terror wanted to take the pen back from Yan Qingjue's hands.

Yan Qingjue raised his hand, easily dodged the wolf claws of the night terror, and repeated with some stubbornness: "You said whatever I wanted." ”

Night Terror: "......"

Rub, can she get angry?

"Give it back to me."

"Nope."

"I'll say it again, give it back to me."

"Nope."

At this time, there was a capital nest fire in his heart, and the case started.

"Yan Qingjue, you guy, you were punished for copying books when you were a child, you were addicted!"

Yan Qingjue looked at her angry appearance, her vivid expression was very bright and cute, and even the voice of "Yan Qingjue" was particularly good.

Can you call it again?

Of course, Yan Qingjue could only think about it in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "No." ”

Night Terror is no longer nonsense, just grab it.

This is a task assigned by grandpa, if he finds out that she has found a gunman, don't break her dog's legs at that time!

Yan Qingjue didn't expect Night Terror Hong to suddenly pounce, and instinctively raised the pen in his hand high, so that Night Terror Hong could be pressed on his body.

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Cold! Die! Finish! Yes! The south is swollen, spicy, and cold, and I don't feel any sensation in my hands! Woooooo

(End of chapter)