Quick Wear: This vixen can also give birth to a child

Although she doesn't discriminate, but... she still feels a little bit disgusted, even if he might be the one!

[It's not the host, I reported it too late. This is because after the capture target knew you were pregnant, he returned to the room and it was already swollen. ]

You can’t blame me for this, right? Who made the host so scary?

,,???,,

[Ding! The target's favorability increased by 3 percentage points, and the current favorability is 71/100]

[......How do you explain this? ]

[Uh... I don't know about that either! ]

Maybe there really is a little bit...right?

He is just a general, he knows nothing!

e=e=e=┏(゜ロ゜;)┛

Huo Mingyan looked at Su Jiaojiao with trepidation, but he saw that the way she looked at him gradually became strange, which gave him goose bumps all over his body.

His intuition told him that he didn't want to know what was in her mind for the time being.

"Okay, let's go to bed early. We still have to go see Uncle He and Dachuan tomorrow."

As close friends, they must always stay by Hechuan's side when something like this happens.

"Ah."

Su Jiaojiao suppressed the endless fantasies in her mind, closed her eyes and fell asleep, so fast that Huo Mingyan was shocked.

The next morning, before dawn, the two men came to He's house in plain clothes. The mourning hall had already been set up. He Chuan was kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper. Judging from the thickness of the ashes in the basin, he must have been kneeling all night.

"Dachuan...we are here to give Uncle He a ride."

"You are here..."

He Chuan nodded as a greeting, and someone immediately handed him a lit incense stick.

After Su Jiaojiao and Huo Mingyan burned incense to Mr. He, they knelt with He Chuan until someone came. Huo Mingyan helped Su Jiaojiao to sit outside, while he stayed to help He Chuan entertain the guests.

After all, in his current state, he is not suitable to entertain guests.

Su Jiaojiao and Huo Mingyan stayed with He Chuan for a whole day. Later, several old men came and couldn't help but tear up. They didn't say anything to comfort him.

At this time, any words seem shallow.

It was drizzling during the burial, but He Chuan cried bitterly. After returning home, he kept drinking and no one in the mansion could stop him.

Su Jiaojiao and Huo Mingyan, who were entertaining guests in the front hall, had to temporarily leave to look for him.

When I went there, he was already drunk at the door of Mr. He's room, holding a wine jug in one hand and the belt that Mr. He used to beat him in the other, crying incoherently:

"Old man, come out and hit me! Not only did I not entertain any guests today, I also left them all outside and hid here drinking. I even stole your treasured Hundred Flowers Wine!

And I asked the servants to brew all your precious teas, all in one pot, and I would pour a cup for everyone who came, and you drank it all, and you come to hit me... come to hit me, come to scold me... get up..."

The usually unbridled young master, the devil, was now crying with snot and tears all over his face, which was heartbreaking to watch.

Just as Su Jiaojiao was about to walk over, she was stopped by Huo Mingyan:

"He's drunk now and unconscious. Stand away and I'll help him."

"......it is good."

The main thing is that she doesn’t know how to comfort people, all she can give is companionship.

Huo Mingyan tried to pull He Chuan, but he dodged by rolling over, so agile that it seemed as if he was not drunk.

Huo Mingyan pulled again, and he rolled again. Each time the direction and posture were unexpected. He rolled all over the yard but still couldn't catch anyone.

Finally, he didn't know whether he was tired or sober, he lay under a tree, looked at Huo Mingyan who was becoming increasingly impatient, and asked dully:

"Huo Mingyan, do you think I am very unfilial? I never satisfied him when he was alive, and I didn't let him rest in peace after his death?"

"No, you are very filial. You will try your best to do your best and want to be the pride of Uncle He all your life. You will fight with others just because someone said something disrespectful to Uncle He, and you will never cry out in pain even if you are covered in wounds..."

Listening to Huo Mingyan recounting his deeds one by one, which seemed to be a bastard on the surface but actually had a legitimate reason, He Chuan was a little bit enlightened.

"But...why didn't he want to come and see me? Even on the seventh day, I was in his room and didn't see him..."

The seventh day after Mr. He’s death was the day before He Chuan was injured.

"You said, his son is going to the battlefield, it's so dangerous, I have no experience and no brains, why didn't he give me a few more words of advice?"

"That's because Uncle He knows that you can do it. He knows better than anyone that you are excellent and you are his eternal pride."

Although Mr. He always looked down on him, and Huo Mingyan and Su Jiaojiao often bullied him, he, as the perennial third-in-command, was also the role model for all the young people in the city except Su Jiaojiao and Huo Mingyan, and no one dared to look down on him.

All those dislikes were just jokes among this group of people.

He Chuan pursed his lips, and hot tears welled up in his red eyes again:

"...No, it's not like that...I'm such a loser, I can't train soldiers, I can't fight, and he wants to teach me how to shoot an arrow through a hundred paces on the battlefield...I don't know anything, why did he leave? I can't do it alone..."

Most of these people lost their mothers at an early age, and grew up under the education of their fathers, who might have been strict or doting, but everyone knew that it was a way of expressing fatherly love.

Knowing that he just couldn't accept Mr. He's departure, Huo Mingyan and Su Jiaojiao didn't try to persuade him any further. They just told the people in the mansion to properly entertain the guests, take good care of the old men, and keep the doctors ready at all times.

They stayed here to accompany He Chuan. Huo Mingyan drank with He Chuan, and Su Jiaojiao watched.

[Host, are you bored? ]

After witnessing Su Jiaojiao destroying another rose, the system asked tentatively.

【Um. 】

She expressed sympathy for He Chuan, but after all, she was not the original owner, and she did not have such strong empathy for him. It was indeed a bit boring after staying there for a long time.

【Do you want to read novels with me? 】

【What novel? 】

In order to prevent Su Jiaojiao from laughing out loud in such an occasion, the system carefully selected a high-scoring work of tragic love.

It's just that he is still in the introductory stage of reading novels, and he likes novels about domineering bosses who are heart-wrenching.

So much so that after reading one or two pages, Su Jiaojiao showed the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.