The fishing villain is not happy, the host coaxes and kisses her

Late at night——

Eleven knelt down on one knee, "Master, the things have been delivered. That dog emperor has no heir apparent today."

In her heart, only Ji Qinghe was worthy of the position of prince.

Ji Bude is a mediocre person!Rubbish!

This is why she insists on calling her His Highness Ji Qinghe.

It's a pity... His Highness doesn't seem to want to be the Crown Prince anymore.

"Well, let's go down." Ji Qinghe raised his hand, with a touch of alienation in his eyebrows.

Today is the death anniversary of his mother.

Ji Si is really good at choosing days.

Choosing the anniversary of his mother's death to make faces for another mother and son?

Ji Qinghe directly crushed the tea cup in his hand, the fragments pierced into his skin and flesh, and blood continued to flow on the ground.

No pain is felt.

"You're bleeding." A voice appeared.

Ji Qinghe held the fragment in his hand and hesitated whether to throw it away, but he saw a bright bald head.

"..."

"How did you come?"

Seeing this little bald head, he paused.

When this guy comes to his villa, it feels like he is in a deserted place!

Didn't the secret guards notice it?

Even if not, what about Eleven who is standing outside?

Just as I thought of Eleven, Eleven's voice came, "Master, has something happened?"

"It's nothing, you can go down, I want to rest, no need to keep vigil."

"But……"

"Go down!"

"Yes, Master." Eleven glanced at the door of the room and left helplessly.

The master is very uncertain today. What's going on?

Do you need to find a woman to relieve your master?

Eleven hesitated for a moment, remembering that his master was still angry in the morning, so he had better stay out of his own business, otherwise he would be in trouble if he was sent out to work.

After thinking wildly for a while, she hurriedly ran away.

Inside the room, Ji Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the young monk, "What? Are you hungry again?"

Gu Qiyi looked at the pastries on the table next to Ji Qinghe longingly, and said duplicitously, "No, the monk is not hungry at all."

Ji Qinghe looked into those clear eyes, glanced sideways at the pastry beside him, and deliberately took away the plate, "This pastry... is no longer hot, so it should be thrown away."

"Ah! It's a waste to throw it away!" Gu Qiyi said quickly: "As monks, we cannot waste food."

Ji Qinghe held back his smile and said, "I'm not a monk."

Gu Qiyi said seriously: "Have you heard what a great man said?"

Ji Qinghe was so free that he asked, "Oh? Which great man? What did you say?"

"The great man said that it was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dropped from the hoeing to the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard work, so it is very hard to waste food."

Ji Qinghe: "..."

Are you sure it's hard work to waste food?

If he didn't want to continue teasing the little monk, he would definitely laugh.

"Well, you're right," Ji Qinghe pretended to be worried, "Then what should we do?"

Gu Qiyi touched his bare head and said, "As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I am willing to help you get rid of this plate of cakes."

Ji Qinghe burst into laughter, and the dark room suddenly became bright.

Seeing the dull expression on the young monk's face, Ji Qinghe sneered, reclined on the chair, and looked at Gu Qiyi in a lazy tone, "What's wrong? You think I'm pretty?"

He is very confident in his appearance and understands his charm.

But is this monk going too far?

The six roots are not clean.

Humph.

Gu Qiyi came back to his senses, touched his head, and said honestly: "When you smiled just now, you seemed to glow. It was very beautiful."

I don't know why, but his heart was beating fast after reading it. He was so nervous.

Ji Qinghe looked at Gu Qiyi steadily, not seeing any frivolity in his eyes. He shook the plate and asked, "Would you like to eat?"

"Can I?" Gu Qiyi hurriedly stepped forward, "Sir, you are such a good person."

Ji Qinghe raised his chin and said, "Sit down. If there's not enough food, I'll ask the kitchen to make more."

Gu Qiyi was extremely excited, "Really?"

He calmed down and said, "No, the host won't let me eat a lot."

Ji Qinghe pushed the plate over and said jokingly: "You ate it, how would the host know? He can also pull your stomach and not see it?"

Gu Qiyi said depressedly while eating cakes: "The host is so strange. I am obviously not a monk, but my head was shaved after I woke up. I could eat and drink as much as I wanted, but the host didn't let me eat."

Really depressed.

Why on earth is he here?

And why not let him eat it?

"You're not a monk?" Ji Qinghe remembered that he still didn't know the little monk's name, "Then what's your lay name?"

"Gu Qiyi, caring Gu, perching Qi, Li Yuyi," Gu Qiyi said with a smile: "You can call me Qiqi, sir, what is your name?"

Ji Qinghe sat up, came in front of Gu Qiyi, looked directly at him, and said slowly: "Remember my name, my name is Ji, Qing, He."

"Amitabha, hello, Mr. Ji." Gu Qiyi clasped his hands together and greeted him nondescriptly.

Ji Qinghe snapped his fingers, and Eleven outside immediately asked: "Master, do you have any orders?"

"Go prepare a table, I'm hungry."

Eleven was overjoyed, "Master, are you hungry? I'll go get ready immediately!"

It's rare that the master is willing to eat tonight, so he must let the kitchen cook more delicious food.

Gu Qiyi was eating cakes when he heard a woman's voice and felt depressed, "Why do you have a woman here?"

"I'm not a monk's temple here. What's wrong with a girl?" Ji Qinghe said funnyly: "What's wrong? You come to my house and eat and drink for free, and you even have to take care of this?"

Gu Qiyi said nothing and ran away with the plate.

Ji Qinghe stood up unhappily, "What do you mean? This stinky monk!"

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. He wanted to arrest the person and interrogate him. What happened to the woman?

Ji Qinghe walked around the room, then asked Eleven to come over, "Why don't you go out on business and bring Twelve over."

Twelve is male.

As soon as he finished talking about this arrangement, he regretted it a little.

Why should you care about this little monk's mood?

Where there are women, there are women.

What happened to him having a female subordinate!

Stinky monk.

Eleven was shocked, "Master, why? Did my subordinates do something wrong?"

"You are a woman after all. It's not very convenient for you to be by my side all the time."

Eleven hurriedly said: "Master, we don't have to be so stubborn about gender. It's okay if you treat me as a man! That guy Twelve is not considerate at all. How can any of my subordinates understand you, Master!" "

Ji Qinghe originally brought Eleven back because of Eleven's lively personality, and because he understood his personality better and was careful in his work.

That guy twelve...

"You ask Twelve to be transferred back. Twelve will be responsible for my living area from now on." Ji Qinghe made a final decision.

For the first time, Eleven couldn't figure out what happened to his master?

So fickle!