Planetary revolution

It is a waste of time and futile thought to have a dialogue without nutrition and to ask no practical answers at all.

Huo Jingshi frowned, and for the first time felt the feeling of hitting the cotton with his fist.

He simply put the chopsticks on the table and "slapped" them.

Like a squirrel eating peacefully, Xia Xing was suddenly disturbed. Hearing the sound, he immediately lifted his face from the rice bowl and didn't dare to move his chopsticks again.

The answer that he thought was too simple made this deep, cold and moody man dissatisfied.

After all, such a polite answer sounds really insincere, like perfunctory.

But what he said was the truth.

Xia Xingxing immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks as well, and just as he was about to apologize, he saw a slender and beautiful hand with well-defined knuckles across the table, stretched straight to him, and picked up another clean blue and white porcelain bowl.

Huo Jingshi scooped up half a bowl of delicious thick soup for him with his own hands, and tried to soften his voice so that he didn't seem so distant: "If you have any taboos or favorite foods, just tell auntie."

A bowl of thick and sweet chestnut black-bone chicken soup landed firmly in front of him: "You are still growing, and your nutrition must keep up."

Xia Xingxing was taken aback, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup.

The curved neck forms a soft curve, and the small piece of skin is white and shiny under the light of the chandelier.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth and the small canine teeth that sneak out always make people feel that his smile is particularly sincere: "Thank you, Mr. Huo, I will pay attention."

As if to increase the credibility of his rhetoric, he added: "But I'm really not picky about food, and my aunt's cooking skills are also very good, which suits my taste."

Xia Xingxing has always felt that he is not qualified to be a picky eater. Picky eaters and stomach pains are both afflictions of the rich.

He remembered the days when there was no last meal, and he had to pick up the cold leftovers, rotten vegetables and rotten rice left by others.

In winter there will be a disgusting layer of oil on it, and maybe someone else's spittle.

But there is no way, he will starve if he does not eat.

Today's food and clothing for three meals is a great blessing to him, not to mention "taboo and favorite food".

But he was in the habit of trying to be as sincere as possible when he said those things.

Even the shallow dimples will come to cheer, infinitely improving the credibility of these words of gratitude.

Whoever listens does not say a word of sincerity and from the heart.

Xia Xing lowered his eyelids, only those crescent moon eyes that were bright and clear were exceptionally calm.

Huo Jingshi didn't speak, his long and narrow eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes were deep and deep, but such eyes made people unable to see clearly or read.

Xia Xingxing's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know if he had just answered whether he had reached the passing mark, but he still pretended to be calm and met the other party's eyes with no clear meaning.

He even pursed his lips and smiled slightly to show that what he said came from the bottom of his heart, and his heart was magnanimous.

In the next second, he arrived at Huo Jing and called out his name in a low magnetic voice: "Planet Xia."

The young man straightened his back slightly, and his sitting posture was no longer so casual. He straightened up a bit, and his whole figure was like a tall and vigorous bamboo branch: "Mr. Huo, tell me."

Huo Jingshi glanced at his upright posture and stiff shoulders, raised his brows, and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Xia Xingxing's ears twitched. It was clearly an interrogative sentence, but the other party said it like a declarative sentence.

He shook his head slowly and denied: "How could it be, why would Mr. Huo think so?"

Why don't you think so?

Every expression and every movement of his made me think so.

Xia Xingxing's mouthful of "Mr. Huo" was really ear-piercing.

"Since there is no one, then I will treat this place as my own home from now on, and I don't need to look outside like that, and I don't need to," he paused, looking directly at Xia Xingxing's eyes full of doubts, and said softly, "Call me Mr. Huo all the time. "

Huo Jingshi tried his best not to look so serious, but his voice was born with a bit of coldness and abstinence, and the sense of oppression and aura that was pressing every step of the way was faintly hidden in every byte.

Xia Xing paused for a moment, nodded clearly, and asked with a gentle smile of "I listen to you", "Then what should I call you?"

"Think for yourself." Huo Jingshi looked at the clean and refined face in front of him, and was slightly absorbed. He remembered the nickname that the young master gave him many years ago.

At that time, everyone liked to call Xia Xingxing "Xing Xing", but Huo Jingshi just coldly called him "Xia Xingxing" every time.

The young master threw himself into his arms countless times and acted like a baby: "Why are you so fierce when you call me? Am I not your little star?"

Everyone said he was a little star, the brightest one in the sky.

Huo Jingshi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding his disgust and distaste. In his eyes, children's acting like a baby is boring and artificial.

Huo Jingshi put him on the ground stiffly, and said expressionlessly: "No, there is no reason."

The noisy and selfish Xia Xingxing is not worthy of being a star or the sun, but an ugly little ghost that he can't wait to get rid of quickly.

The inexperienced Xia Xingxing was not discouraged, and stood up and hugged him again.

Rubbing her fluffy head against his arms, she smiled sweetly and said softly, "But I want to give you the stars."

Huo Jingshi felt sick, as if he had kicked a piece of soft and sticky snack in his arms, and pushed him away indifferently.

The young master insisted on clinging to him, and smiled at Yan Yan: "I am a star, you are the moon, okay? I will call you Brother Moon. The teacher said that the stars will always revolve around the moon, 1 years."

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