After crossing, let yourself go

Han Jiu was so happy to see her eating so much that she was almost like a ball. She looked up at Song Ruochen's indifferent eyes and asked again, "Is it not delicious?"

Song Ruochen ate one bite at a time without saying anything. Han Jiu suddenly felt that something was wrong when he saw him not talking. "Brother Ruochen?"

Song Ruochen: "..."

Han Jiu nudged him with his elbow. "Brother Ruochen? What's wrong with you?"

Song Ruochen: "..."

Han Jiu had a lot of questions in his mind. What's wrong with this man? Is he angry? Angry at someone? Uncomfortable? Without thinking too much, he asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want me to call a doctor to take a look?"

"I'm fine." Song Ruochen's voice was cold.

Shit, Han Jiu stopped talking and lowered his head to eat. After a while, Xiao Yu ran in again and asked, "Han Jiu, can you play shuttlecock?"

"Yes." Han Jiu put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Then can you play with me? My seniors won't play with me, saying that it's a game only children play," Xiaoyu pouted.

"Okay, I'll go with you." He stood up and was about to walk out the door. Han Jiu did know how to play shuttlecock, but he was not very good at it. However, someone with a thick skin didn't care about that.

"Have you memorized everything that the master asked you to memorize?" Song Ruochen's faint voice came out.

"Oh." Xiaoyu lowered her head with disappointment on her face, then turned to Han Jiu and said, "I'm going to memorize the lesson. My master told me to memorize it before I go back." After that, she turned around and ran away.

Han Jiu felt distressed when he saw Xiaoyu's disappointed expression, but he didn't say anything. This was someone else's family business and he couldn't say too much.

He sat back in the chair, picked up the jug and poured the wine. When the wine was gone, he said, "Brother Ruochen, are you in a bad mood today? Is it because I am too noisy?" If so, then be quieter next time. I guess you came too early today.

Song Ruochen paused. What did he mean? If he thought he was noisy, would he not come again? He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and said calmly, "Yes, you are noisy."

"It seems that I am noisy enough" I said, numb, this is the reason, where is the wine? Yes, in the kitchen.

Han Jiu stood up. Song Ruochen was startled and unconsciously reached out to grab Han Jiu.

Han Jiu was stunned. "What's wrong?"

"What are you doing?" Song Ruochen suddenly became very nervous.

Han Jiu pointed at the empty wine jug on the table in confusion and said, "The wine is gone. Go get some."

"Stop drinking. Drinking too much is harmful to your health." Song Ruochen let go of Han Jiu's arm and sat there as if all his strength had been drained away.

Seeing that he looked very tired, I put my hand on his forehead worriedly. He didn't have a fever. "Are you really not feeling unwell?" I actually could have disturbed you like this. You must have a quiet life normally.

"No, I'm just a little tired." The temperature on his forehead made him feel stinging. What happened to him during this period of time?

"Then you should have a good rest. I'm leaving first. I won't come tomorrow." I stayed for half a day today and you made such a fuss. You will go crazy if I come again tomorrow. Do you think you are very noisy? I don't think so.

"Why?" Song Ruochen asked weakly.

"What?" Han Jiu was puzzled.

"Why don't you come tomorrow?" Song Ruochen leaned back in his chair and felt that he must be crazy. He must not have had enough rest in the past few days and that's why he was having so many random thoughts.

Yan Hongzhi often came to see me for business matters during this period. Yesterday, he said that he would be free tomorrow and could accompany me to the hunting ground. Song Ruochen happened to be annoyed by my noise and needed some quiet time. "Chengfeng asked me to take it out."

"Go away." So that's why you didn't come because you wanted to take your loved one out. Song Ruochen's voice was so soft that it seemed as if he didn't even have the strength to speak a word.

"Brother Ruochen, are you really okay?" Han Jiu asked a little worriedly.

"It's okay" Don't talk to me now, just go away.

After Han Jiu left, Song Ruochen sat alone in the room. The silvery moonlight shining through the window on him made him look very lonely.

In an instant, he seemed to have experienced a lot of changes. He had not been here for long, and had not known Han Jiu for long. But why did he appear in his mind for longer and longer periods of time?

His every move, his lazy look, the way he leaned against the tree to enjoy the cool air, the paper cranes he folded, the way he tried to please himself, his evil spirit, and everything about him.

Thinking about how upset I was the whole afternoon and how helpless I was now, what was wrong with me? I must be sick. That man was like opium, once you get addicted to it. It seemed that when I first met this man, Han Jiu, he was like a thorn piercing my heart.

This can't be done. Song Ruochen sat up straight and looked out the window. He couldn't let himself go on like this. He should like women. Something must have gone wrong. It was time for him to leave, but why was he so unwilling? He forced himself to return to his original state of mind. After a while of random thoughts, he turned back into the pure, elegant, upright and noble Song Ruochen.

The next day, Han Jiu was half asleep when she heard Xiao Tong calling outside, "Prince, Prince, please stay. The young master hasn't gotten up yet."

Yan Hongzhi looked at Xiaotong with a refreshed look on his face and a sly smile, "Your young master did something bad last night, it's so late now, is there anyone in the room?" I heard that this kid has been in love with another man recently, which is shocking.

"No, the young master..." Xiaotong was so angry that she couldn't speak. She was a girl, why was the prince always so mean? Every time he came, she was at a loss.

Yan Hongzhi looked at Xiaotong's blushing face and laughed, without stopping, he walked to the door and pushed open Han Jiu's door.

Han Jiu felt that Yan Hongzhi was his nemesis. How could this guy not look like a prince? He got up from the bed and calmly arranged his clothes. Look, look, it was not the first time that he caught him in a disheveled state. "Morning, prince."

"Calling you Hongzhi, really." Yan Hongzhi sat at the table without any hesitation, fanning himself and admiring Han Jiu getting dressed.

"Good morning, Hongzhi," Han Jiu gritted his teeth.

Han Jiuyi was just like the first time they met on the street, with a hint of impatience but unable to show it.

Yan Hongzhi has never liked his identity as a prince as much as he does now. Seeing this kid wearing his clothes crookedly, he wanted to laugh, "Why do you always have trouble wearing your clothes?" Then he stood up and walked to Han Jiu, stretching out his hand to help him tidy up his messy clothes.

Han Jiu enjoyed the sight of Prince Yan undressing her. Such treatment was rare. She smiled at Yan Hongzhi and had to admit that being served by a handsome man, especially a handsome man of considerable status, was a very happy thing.

Yan Hongzhi was a well-known romantic, many women were bewitched by him, many girls cried for him on many nights. But Prince Yan was always affectionate and careless, what a romantic man.

Yan Hongzhi helped Han Jiu put on her clothes, fanned himself with satisfaction and smiled, "Well, not bad." It was not known whether he meant that the clothes were good or that it was good that he helped Han Jiu put on the clothes himself.

"Why are you here so early?" Han Jiu walked to the side to wash up.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about it. The business is now on track. I was thinking of coming up with a name, so I came to ask you." Yan Hongzhi's eyes followed Han Jiu's figure around the room.

"You should ask King Xuan or my second brother about naming. Why are you looking for me?" I am not one of the four great geniuses, so how can I name someone?

"I've looked. King Xuan and your second brother have come up with three names. I'll give them to you to choose one." He took out a piece of paper and put it on the table.

After washing his face, Han Jiu didn't even glance at the papers on the table and said nonchalantly, "They've all been picked, so you can just pick one." What does it have to do with me?

Yan Hongzhi closed his fan and said, "That won't work. This business is about our son. When naming our son, of course we both have to like him."

Han Jiu was drinking water and almost choked to death when he heard Yan Hongzhi's words. "Son?"