In other words, it should be a playful and ridiculous sentence on weekdays, but when I say it now, there is no smile at the corner of my mouth, and even the eyes are indifferent.

It's obviously her husband, why is it him with a cold face now?

Bai Chu was not a taste in his heart, and deliberately walked a few quick steps over Van Gogh, leaving people behind. But when he was a few steps ahead of him, his wrist tightened, and he pulled him back.

"You-"

Before the angry words could be spoken, he was disturbed by a sudden sentence from Van Gogh.

"Bai Chu, under my nose, are you hugging other men?" Van Gogh stared at her, his face solemn.

Bai Chu was stunned for a moment, reflecting that when Van Gogh said that "other men" was Bai Chen, a little inexplicable emotion suddenly appeared in her heart, she struggled with her wrist, but did not break free, "Van Gogh, that's my son, my son." ”

The corners of Van Gogh's mouth twitched, "I know." ”

The dark eyes were as deep as the abyss, and I couldn't see the joy and anger in them. After saying that, he couldn't help but lead Bai Chu to turn around and walk in the opposite direction from before.

This sudden turn made Bai Chu at a loss, and he stepped on the corner of his skirt carelessly, and his feet slipped-

At the moment when he was about to trip, he was pulled back by the hand on his wrist.

This force was too great, and Bai Chu hit Van Gogh's chest head-on.

At this time, he naturally subconsciously wanted to take a step back, and as soon as he moved, his waist tightened, and his big palm pressed her behind his back and pressed it to his chest.

The voice above his head was faint, "Bai Chu, you should only give me a hug." ”

The clothes on the face are ironed, the bottom is warm, and the heartbeat in the chest is healthy and powerful.

The golden eyes flashed, and Bai Chu looked up at him, his eyes lit up slightly.

Reaching out to stroke his chin, he raised a finger and made a light gesture against his chin, "Can I understand this behavior of the Demon Venerable as jealousy?"

Van Gogh tilted his head, dodging her joking fingers, and did not speak.

Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, "Really jealous?"

Van Gogh frowned and ignored her.

Bai Chu was in a good mood for no reason, and the hand that did not return chased his face, tracing repeatedly along his sideburns to his chin, "Van Gogh, Van Gogh, you will also have such a petty temperament?"

Van Gogh was expressionless, ripped off her hand, and led her on.

Realizing that Van Gogh's temperament today seemed to be a little different from usual, and then remembering that the two were still in a cold war, Bai Chu was slightly puzzled, and the excitement that had just arisen immediately went back, "Where are you going? This is not the way back." ”

"If you don't go back to your father, I'll send you back to Qingqiu. ”

"Qingqiu?" Bai Chu stopped and looked up at him, "What are you doing?" We haven't been out for a long time, and now when we go back, at most we will only be away from Qingqiu for a few hours!"

Van Gogh looked sideways, "You came out this time, one is to see your son, and the other is to heal your wounds." Now that the injury has healed, your son has continued to enter reincarnation. It's time to go back. ”

"That's true, but ......"

"There's nothing you can't do. He pulled her on.

Van Gogh walked big and fast, Bai Chu trotted two steps to catch up with him, "Won't it be too fast, at least let's say goodbye to the old man first?"

"There's no need, they're hidden, and there's no shortage of your words of farewell. ”

"Why do you want to go back to Qingqiu? We can go somewhere else to play. Bai Chu tugged at the sleeves of his robe tightly, "It's been a long time in the mortal world, and we can go to many places." ”

"Those places will go later. ”

Bai Chu twisted his eyebrows and kicked the stones at his feet, "What are you doing?"

Van Gogh did not answer.

"If you don't tell me, I'll sit here and not leave!" he said, and sat down on the ground without hesitation.

The moment his body was about to go down, he was suddenly pulled back, leaned his back, and pressed against the tree behind him.

Van Gogh was holding the trunk of the tree with one hand, still holding her hand with the other, and his face was calm: "Do you want to go?"

"Don't go!"

The wind blew the leaves, and the snow fell without warning.

The purple sleeves of her robe quickly covered the top of her head, and in the blink of an eye, the snow mixed with the water and fell all over Van Gogh.

Bai Chu glared at him, reached out to clean the snow on his head and shoulders, and muttered with a pout, "I haven't seen you like this yet, I obviously have time to hide, but I have to help others block it." ”

Van Gogh patted the snow on him with her hand and looked at her lightly, "You are no one else." ”

The movements on Bai Chu's hand stagnated slightly, and after a pause, he helped him deal with the snow behind the most lump on his shoulder, and his tone softened, "Why don't you tell me why I went back so quickly, how can I go with you?"

Van Gogh's eyes drooped, then he lifted them up and looked at her closely.

Bai Chu was a little uncomfortable with this gaze. I wanted to move away from him a little, but I found that I had been encircled by him between my arms, and there was a tree behind me, and there was no way to retreat or avoid.

Feeling a little nervous for no reason, Bai Chu said in confusion: "Van Gogh?"

Van Gogh's face was still solemn, he stared at her eyebrows, watched the subtle changes in the expression of every inch of skin on her face, and then slowly spoke: "Bai Chu, I want to see what you look like when you are taking the child." ”

"Huh?"

Bai Chu for a while, what is going on with these inexplicable words?

He approached her and added, "Our children." ”

The voice was soft, revealing a slight hoarseness, and when he heard Bai Chu's ears, he went from the confusion and astonishment to the slight understanding.

She rarely takes the initiative to care about others in her life, but Bai Chen happens to be the one she takes the initiative to care about the most. Just now, Van Gogh saw how she treated Bai Chen, and at this moment, it is estimated that she is really delicious......

Bai Chu couldn't help but smile and deliberately asked him, "What does this have to do with returning to Qingqiu?"

"Qingqiu's time is faster than that of the mortal world," he knew that it was a game, but he still followed her words, "Bai Chu, I want to marry you as soon as possible." ”

According to the time of Qingqiu, their wedding will be five days later, if it is in the mortal world, it will be five years.

Bai Chu's eyes were slightly off, and he glanced at the sky at the moment.

The sky is gloomy, and the curtain is about to end.

Moved his gaze back again, looked at him, and pretended to be serious, "Do you want me to give birth to you as soon as possible before you marry me earlier?"

"Bai Chu, that's not the point. He was more serious than her, with a calm face, as if he was discussing life and death with her.

"What's the point?"

He didn't have a smile on his face, in his life, it was rare for him to say these words to her with such a serious and serious tone, "Bai Chu, I want to see you dressed up beautifully, smiling and confused, and I want to stand side by side with you openly, and I want to ...... Rightfully owned, owning you. ”

The words couldn't be more straightforward, the heat blew on her face, stirring the broken hair on her sideburns, and itching slightly.

Bai Chu pursed his lips, it was clearly winter, it was snowing, but his face was slightly hot.

Her gaze wandered across his face, "But, you're still mad at me. ”

"Hmm. ”

What's going on with this "um"! Bai Chu glared at him angrily, and his mood, which had begun to turn better, was gloomy again, "Since you are angry with me, then what are you doing with me talking to me! Just ignore me, I'll go back to my Qingqiu, you go to your Nine Shadows, out of sight is clean!"

Van Gogh waited quietly for her to finish, "Done?

Bai Chu choked with anger.

In the dark jade-like eyes, the waves were like flowing clouds, "Bai Chu, when you see others, you can always leave me down as soon as possible, you say, should I be angry?"

This...... Where to start? Bai Chu blinked, and immediately suddenly.

This person should refer to Bai Yi and Bai Chen. Seeing Bai Yi speeding by on the street corner before, she left Van Gogh to chase people without thinking about it...... Just now, sensing Bai Chen's aura behind her, she immediately turned around and went to him, without even saying a word, and left him aside.

Feelings: This vinegar has been eaten since Bai Yi was a moment?

Bai Chu couldn't think of anything to comfort or perfunctory for a while, so he turned his head and pretended to look at the snow, and said vaguely, "...... It's not someone else, it's my family. ”

"So Bai Chu, I also want to be your relative. ”

Bai Chu's eyes widened and he turned his head, his heart jumped violently, and then he realized that Lu Dao had been tricked by him.

wanted to get angry, but seeing that he looked serious and serious, he couldn't get up at all.

He looked at her, his gaze focused: "Bai Chu, do you allow me?"

The two have known each other for so many years, and it was the first time Bai Chu saw Van Gogh's expression and attitude. This feeling is like seeing my brother turn into a little fox lying in her arms and be cute and coquettish.

In this case, even if he didn't say it, she would marry him, but if she said it at this moment, she ...... How can you feel a little nervous......

Bai Chu clenched his cuffs tightly, and suddenly felt a dry mouth.

The demon messenger said, "You haven't smiled at me in hours today. ”

Van Gogh's eyes were slightly stunned, but he always acted faster than he reacted, and as soon as Bai Chu's words fell, his lips hooked, and he immediately raised a smile.

The smile was shallow, warm.

The delicate facial features, as if raised at the corner of the mouth, are more vivid and clear.

The residence is noble and magnificent.

"Okay, I'll do it. The words landed crisply, Bai Chu pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was a little shy, his body was short, and he drilled out from under his arm.

Van Gogh didn't expect her to agree so quickly, she was slightly stunned, her eyes flickered, and the person had already run away, leaving a string of small footprints on the snow.

The sky and the earth are vast, and the delicate woman is running in the snow, her long hair is scattered in the wind and snow, and the corners of her clothes and skirts are flying like butterflies.

It made him lose his mind for a moment.

Van Gogh raised an eyebrow and chased after him.

He had never felt that the snow was so beautiful, covered in silver, he could see her at a glance in thousands of scenes, and see her smile and beauty. She ran in front, he chased after him, and the two deliberately left room for strength, one flashing quickly when he was about to be chased, and the other deliberately slowing down when he was about to catch up.

I don't know how far and how long I ran all the way, until I was inaccessible, and there was nothing around me except for the sky and the earth.

The dresses are overlapped, flying like clouds.

Van Gogh suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Chu's skirt, and Bai Chu also pulled the sleeve of Van Gogh's robe at the same time.

There is no earlier step, no later step, the subconscious action is as if it has been discussed a long time ago, and it is extremely tacit.

Bai Chu pursed his lips.

Van Gogh smiled slightly.

Then, with force in their hands, both of them pulled out the fabric they were holding in their palms—

Clothes fly like clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

Under the clothes, the wind and waves surge.

Omit 10,000 words from the part below the neck that cannot be written......