After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

The two looked at each other, speechless.

The speed of the air flowing between them seemed to be slowed down by embarrassment.

Not long after, Po Zhehao suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, hugging his shoulders and arms, showing a painful expression.

"What's wrong?"

"You didn't respond. My heart hurts."

respond? !

Respond to what? !

In Song Qinqing's panic, her brain rewound quickly, replaying what Zhehao said just now:

——"I thought that no one in this world could enter my heart again..." Until I met you. "

What should he respond to?Help!What should he respond to?

Song Qinqing almost choked up, tentatively tentatively, "Then, then I am also very happy to meet you?"

Hearing this, Po Zhehao really straightened up.

Look calm.With a calm face.

It seems that the person who was suddenly affectionate and heartbroken just now is not this person.

Song Qinqing tilted her head, "Huh?"

Po Zhehao is innocent, "Huh?"

What are you um? !

You, the peerless widow king who loves the God Realm, just talked about love!

Just, although it is not a very clever love story...

But that's a love story!

Song Qinqing was confused and tried to gesture, but after dancing, she still couldn't express clearly, "You, just now..."

At this moment, Po Zhehao, who was as cold as an iceberg, suddenly approached his face.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression was cautious, deep and devoted.

"Why, I suddenly want to share all my love with you?"

"Uh……"

"Why, if I don't get your response, I'm heartbroken?"

"Uh……"

"Is this the heartbeat?"

"Uh..." Po Zhehao didn't wait for a response, and repeated it threateningly, "Is this the heartbeat?"

"right?"

"Is this the heartbeat effect of Cupid's arrow?"

"right?"

Po Zhehao put down his hand covering his heart, and said solemnly, "Then you are responsible."

"Uh..." Sure enough.

Once Song Qinqing does not give a positive response, Po Zhehao will start to feel heartache again.

"Ahh! Got it! I'll be responsible!"

As soon as Song Qinqing agreed, the widow king would be fine on the spot, which is better than effective medicine!

Little Cupid's whole person is in a dazed state at the moment:

destined marriage...

It was me? !

The widow king is moved by the gods? !

Are gods and mortals bonded? !

"How are you responsible?"

Po Zhehao looked at Little Cupid with great interest, his state was completely different from just now.

Song Qinqing was puzzled:

Why does this heartbeat still come and go?

Could it be that the king's instinct, coupled with the Cupid effect, is a turn-based duel in this human body...

That led to the widow's "poor contact" and the intermittent affection?

"I'm going back to the God Realm right now, looking for a way to remove the effect of the divine arrow!" Song Qinqing's little head turned rapidly.

"I don't like to hear a word." Po Zhehao muttered.

"What?" Song Qinqing was taken aback, thinking that she had heard wrong.

"I don't allow you to leave me." Po Zhehao didn't hesitate, and made a request directly.

"But..." Song Qinqing tried to negotiate.

"Hmm." A heart ached on the spot.

"Okay." A compromise on the spot.

"Let's go, go home." Po Zhehao finished speaking grandly, straddled his long legs, and stepped out of the small temple without looking back.

After walking a few steps, the man stopped, turned his face and asked, "Aren't you following?"

Song Qinqing: "..."

"Hmm." Po Zhehao covered his heart.

"Follow." Song Qinqing surrendered.

Having done something bad with good intentions, Little Cupid followed with a downcast face.

Because of guilt, he didn't notice the subtle changes in the man in front of him.

What he didn't notice was—

The other party clenched his fingers very tightly in a place where he could not see.

The other party's breathing was not very smooth, but he still gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm.

All of these are extremely embarrassing physiological manifestations.

In addition, it is worth noting that the other party's auricle...

Surprisingly red.

……

After burning two teleportation charms, the two of them immediately moved to the fixed location.

It was Po Zhehao's residence, a detached villa on the outskirts of the city.

Song Qinqing only glanced at the building briefly, leaving a faint impression of style in her mind.

He was planning to bid farewell to the people around him, but just as he uttered a syllable, the other party looked over with a displeased frown.

As if you knew what he was going to say without listening.

Song Qinqing swallowed her saliva, but still insisted: "That's right, I want to return to the God Realm for a while..."

"Are you like this with other mortals?" Po Zhehao only asked calmly.

"what?"

"When you are doing tasks with other mortals, do you always think about leaving?"

Song Qinqing looked at the other party's cold face and blinked.

Although this person's expression is impeccable, he looks polite, restrained and mature...

But is it his illusion?

Why does the tone of voice sound a little sour?

"I don't want to leave you at any time! I just want to go back to the God Realm to find a way to correct the arrow effect!"

"Correction?" Po Zhehao's eyes darkened to a degree visible to the naked eye, "In your opinion, the thing about your heartbeat is deformed and needs to be corrected?"

Song Qinqing: "..."

Cupid was speechless.

Song Qinqing's heart was on fire.

He has a deep understanding of the feeling that when he was mediating for mortal couples in the past, his wife was pointed at him and his husband was speechless.

"No..." Song Qinqing had a strong desire to survive, "I just think...you, who were originally cool, are also very good!"

Sure enough, the words sounded pleasing to the ear.

Po Zhehao seemed to be coaxed, his eyes were a little more gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Okay."

good what...

Song Qinqing silently slandered.

You can't control whether you should be cool or tease.

"So, I can..."

"No."

Song Qinqing originally wanted to take advantage of this person's good mood, and then bring up the matter of the God Realm.

Again it was rejected without hesitation.

"But……"

"No but." Po Zhehao said coldly, "I want to have what other mortals have."

"But you are different from other mortals, we are not in that kind of relationship..."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing muttered this sentence, but there was no response from the other party.

Thinking that she had unknowingly touched the opponent's Nilin again, Song Qinqing hurriedly raised her eyes to look.

But found that there seemed to be a hint of surprise in the other party's eyes?

"This..." Po Zhehao seemed to be savoring it, "Are you saying that we have a special relationship?"

Song Qinqing secretly thanked the other party for not being angry or heartbroken, and nodded quickly, "It can be understood in this way."

"it is good."

What's the matter?

Song Qinqing suspected that she said something that could be easily misunderstood, so she quickly lowered her head and carefully recalled the replay.

But before he had time to figure out why, his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a mechanism at the entrance.

At the door of the villa, Po Zhehao glanced at the iris detector of the door lock.

The door slammed open with a click.

The man was not in a hurry to enter the door, but operated on the controller.

Then Po Zhehao turned around and said to the young man beside him, "Come, take a look."

Song Qinqing didn't react, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the other's finger, only to hear a "di".

Then there was another operation, as if something had been set up, Po Zhehao explained to him: "In this way, you can enter my door at any time."

"Ah?" Only then did Song Qinqing understand, "You don't need to do this? Isn't it too good?"

Po Zhehao looked up at the residence, "Are you not satisfied with this house?"

"Ah? No, no!" Song Qinqing hurriedly waved her hands, "I mean, I have permission to enter and leave your house, which is not very good."

"What's wrong?"

Po Zhehao was in a happy mood, entered the room, and left a sentence: "After all, we have a special relationship."

Song Qinqing held his breath.

This person really got it wrong!

"Wait, what I said just now means..." Qin Qin hurriedly explained and chased after him.

Perhaps the movement at the door was too loud, and the sound disturbed the people in the house.

In Song Qinqing's sight, a young man walked over.

The young man had a straight face, handsome features, dressed in casual home clothes, and his black shawl-length hair was tied high behind his head.

Song Qinqing looked at the young man with familiar facial features, but he was sure that he had never seen this person before.

This young man gave him the feeling that he had similar features to someone he had seen before.

Who, then, had he met?

Here, Song Qinqing recalled, the young man over there made a move first.

The young man said the word "Yi" to Po Zhehao, but when he saw the young man standing beside him, he forcibly held back the words.

"I watched you go out early in the morning." The young man still had a straight face, and changed his words, "You came back so late?"

Qin Qing hadn't recalled who the young man's facial features were similar to. He heard that the other party was familiar with Po Zhehao's tone, so he noticed the apron on his chest.

Is this person taking care of Po Zhehao's daily life?

I thought Po Zhehao was a lone wolf, if this person could control him, what would their relationship be?

Song Qinqing silently speculated.

"Xiao He." Po Zhehao introduced the boy beside him to the young man, "This is my Po Zhehao's chosen one, Shen Luehao."

In one sentence, the names of all three people were introduced.

Shen Xuhao!

When Song Qinqing first heard the name, she was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was a pseudonym she used to play tricks when she first met.

I didn't expect this man to be so serious, and he always kept it in his heart.

But immediately, Song Qinqing realized that something was wrong:

When a normal person introduces a friend, will he say his name again?

It's like... I'm afraid that who doesn't know?

"Wait..." Song Qinqing tugged down on the man's sleeve, put her hand over her mouth, and signaled to whisper to this man.

Po Zhehao listened to him, and Song Qinqing whispered: "What about the chosen one, he will misunderstand it, right?"

Po Zhehao smiled, and then pressed it to Song Qinqing's ear.

With the numbing bass, the warm exhalation reached Song Qinqing's ears, making his ear bones itchy.

He heard the man say, "It's okay to misunderstand. My relationship with him is not as special as that with you."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing suddenly raised her hand and covered the ear that was blown by the air.

He was inexplicably flustered, raised his eyes to meet the probing gaze of the young man inside the door, and suddenly felt flushed.

"You treat me as if I don't exist..." Xiao He pointed to himself, and saw Po Zhehao in a blink of an eye, as if being warned by his eyes, he suddenly changed his words, "It's a good habit."

Song Qinqing inexplicably felt even more uncomfortable.

The expressionless young man himself did not feel uncomfortable at all, and extended his hand to Song Qinqing very familiarly, "Hello, I am Xiaohe. My last name is Xiaohe."

"Hello." Song Qinqing immediately reached out and shook hands with the other party in salute.

However, although……

The surname "Xiao" is a bit scribbled, right?

Under Po Zhehao's silent oppression...

Song Qinqing was finally forced to follow into the house.

The author has something to say: "Xiaohe, this is my very Zhehao's chosen one, Shen Xuhao."

—Three names in one sentence, none of which is true.