After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Unexpectedly, the other party would guess in such a direction, and Yi Heng really didn't know how to speak.

But he was not at all displeased when he saw the attitude of Little Eros unconsciously full of hostility towards him.

Thinking of the reason why the other party might be hostile, Yi Heng felt even more complacent.

"Who is it? It's Xiaohe..." Yi Heng stared at the change in the other's expression, "Is it still quite Zhehao?"

Every time Yi Heng paused, he noticed that the other party's expression became tense.

Perhaps because he got a satisfactory response from himself, Yi Heng finally had the intention of letting him go, and only asked him softly:

"Little Eros, if I want to take Po Zhehao away, will you stop me?"

Qin Qing was silent for a moment, pouted, like a child who was not convinced by an adult but had to obey, and said stubbornly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are common in the world. I have no reason to hinder you from doing things."

Although such an answer was within Yi Heng's expectations, he seemed dissatisfied, and asked again: "Then if I want to take Po Zhehao away, will you feel distressed?"

Sure enough, upon hearing such a question, Song Qinqing showed that dazed expression again.

It seems that "why should I feel distressed" is written on the expression.

But I don't know what Song Qinqing thought of, after a while, he still replied: "Should, yes."

meeting.

He said it would hurt.

Yi Heng seemed very satisfied with this answer.

Although the man's expression didn't change much, Night Breeze softened because of it.

"Okay." Yi Heng affirmed, "If you like that person, then I'll leave him to you."

"Huh?!" Song Qinqing was caught off guard by these words.

He raised his head and was about to ask what he said, but he saw that the high-ranking god of death was about to disappear as he said it.

Song Qinqing hurriedly shouted: "Wait, I don't like it!"

But Yi Heng's figure dissipated like mist and disappeared into the night.

"It's just that he hasn't found his sweetheart yet, so it's a pity to die like this..."

Song Qinqing stayed where she was, silently finishing the second half of the sentence that was not heard.

Why did the people he met recently always like to misunderstand what he said?

So is Yi Heng, and so is Po Zhehao...

Moreover, is this young master of the underworld a little irresponsible?

It's obviously the object of the mission, but if you don't take it away, you won't take it away?

The workaholic Song Qinqing couldn't understand the other party's brain circuit.

But he thought to himself, since this god of death is an irresponsible god, he might backtrack on what he says.

Song Qinqing didn't return to the God Realm that night, but obediently stayed at Po Zhehao's house, which was regarded as guarding for a certain mortal in the house all night.

Early the next morning.

Song Qinqing got out of the second bedroom after waking up, and stood on the corridor on the second floor looking down.

In the center of the living room, the owner of the house was already sitting on the sofa, with some documents on his lap, and seemed to be reading them.

"Huh..." Song Qinqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The young lord of the underworld still keeps his word.

He said that he would not take this person away, but he really left this person behind.

Song Qinqing went down lightly, she didn't intend to disturb Po Zhehao who was concentrating.

But the man seemed to have installed radar on him, and he was only halfway up the stairs before the man sensed his presence.

Po Zhehao raised his head to look at him, subconsciously with icy eyes, the moment he saw him clearly, the ice and snow melted.

"Morning." Po Zhe Hao warmly greeted him.

Seeing this person's peaceful eyes, Song Qinqing suddenly felt expectant, and greeted him back, "Morning."

I don't know if the effect of Cupid's arrow slowed down overnight will be slightly weakened today.

Maybe after waking up, people will return to normal?

Song Qinqing observed the other party carefully again.

Po Zhehao wore an off-white knitted sweater with a stand collar and a set of casual slacks today.

Different from the almost all-black attire during the previous two meetings, this attire looks much more homely, creating a gentle atmosphere for the originally impersonal Po Zhehao.

Song Qinqing stared at Po Zhehao, and after walking down the last step of the stairs, she didn't see why.

He was a little at a loss, thinking, if he couldn't see it, he might as well test it out.

So Song Qinqing pointed at herself, and then at the gate, without having time to say a word...

I saw Po Zhehao's agility, covering his heart and frowning very skillfully, with a muffled sound in his throat.

Po Zhehao: "No."

Song Qinqing: "..."

obviously.

Did not recover.

After less than a second of stalemate, Song Qinqing was defeated, and her heart softened, "Okay, I'm not leaving!"

Hearing what the boy said, Po Zhehao recovered instantly.

The man folded the documents on his lap and put them under the coffee table, and patted the place beside him.

Signal Song Qinqing to sit over.

Song Qinqing had no choice but to do so because she was afraid that if she rejected this person, the person would feel heartbroken again and again.

However, as soon as he walked to the person, before he sat down, he saw that Zhehao frowned.

The pain was unbearable, as if being injured by some dangerous source that was getting closer.

Song Qinqing immediately stopped the movement to sit down.

After all, in the current room, he is the only "source of danger" approaching this person.

"Can't I get close to you?" Song Qinqing asked carefully.

Po Zhehao didn't seem to be slowing down yet, he rubbed his temple with one hand, and pointed to the small sofa on the side with the other, "Why don't you sit there?"

"Okay." Song Qinqing was obedient and kept a short distance from him.

Perhaps it was because the pain gradually subsided, and Po Zhehao's face eased again.

As soon as he came back to his senses, Po Zhehao stared at Song Qinqing intently.

Song Qinqing, who was looking around the room to adapt to the unfamiliar environment, inexplicably felt that she was entangled by two unkind eyes.

When he looked at Po Zhehao, he happened to meet Po Zhehao's eyes.

As a god with a system, Song Qinqing naturally kept several sets of home clothes in the warehouse.

This time he wore a light yellow suit with coral fleece, and he looked down-to-earth.

Po Zhehao looked satisfied inexplicably, as if the boy had just integrated into the family environment so properly.

But immediately, looking down, Po Zhehao saw that the other party was barefoot.

The man frowned, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

"Ah..." Song Qinqing looked down at her feet, "I'm sorry, this is my habit in the house."

Po Zhehao got up, went to the entrance, opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of cotton slippers.

And Song Qinqing, who was staring at the man's movements on the small sofa, suddenly tilted his head in doubt——

Why does this person say "again"?

Obviously this is the first time I don't wear shoes in front of him?

After the man took the slippers, he walked straight back, bent down and squatted in front of Song Qinqing, and wanted to put his shoes on with his own hands!

Song Qinqing was so frightened that she curled up her legs and curled up on the sofa, covering her feet with her hands, "What are you doing?"

Po Zhehao had an ordinary face, "I'll put on your shoes for you."

"You..." Song Qinqing's face began to heat up, and her toes curled up, "You leave it alone, I can wear it myself!"

Po Zhehao saw that he was shy, and saw that the toes were pink with shame along with the master, he seemed to think it was cute, so he smiled lightly.

Without embarrassment, the man put the cotton mop under the sofa and sat back in his seat.

Song Qinqing hurriedly sat down, and after putting on her shoes, feeling that the man was still staring at her, she couldn't help but ask, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"It looks good." Po Zhehao said sincerely, "Take a second look."

"It hurts when you touch me, it hurts when you get close to me...then it won't hurt when you look at me?"

"I will. But it hurts a little bit, I am willing."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing's face collapsed, and the toes hidden in the cotton mop began to dig the furry upper of the shoe.

But Po Zhehao, who had just finished speaking the words of love, had a serious face, as if nothing had happened.

One is embarrassed, the other is calm.

After entangled eyes for a moment, Po Zhehao moved his eyes away calmly.

Clearing his throat, Po Zhehao took a deep breath.

The face is still calm, but the pinna of this person...

But it started to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This small change was not missed.

Song Qinqing saw it!

Qu Zhehao's small changes made him feel novel.

The always well-behaved little Cupid had an inexplicable idea to play tricks on her.

After a while, Song Qinqing pretended nothing happened, and asked, "If I'm not here, how would you live?"

Po Zhehao was alert and looked over, "Why aren't you here?"

"For example, to do tasks or something?"

"Take me."

"It's inconvenient."

"Without you, I would die."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing started to pick the floor with her toes again.

An entire Barbie Fantasy Castle is nearing completion.

On the other hand, Po Zhehao still looked calm.

As long as you are not embarrassed yourself, it is others who are embarrassed.

However, Song Qinqing did it on purpose this time.

He intentionally lured the man to speak, and wanted to observe the man's reaction after the embarrassment.

Song Qinqing saw it clearly and confirmed that it was not his illusion——

Sure enough, it didn't last long, Po Zhehao couldn't take it anymore, and quietly looked away.

Then in a corner where I thought the boy would not notice...

Picking hands, gritting teeth and stomping the ground.

It is obvious that Po Zhehao fell into an awkward, cramped and unsuitable state!

Song Qinqing felt even more strange:

I thought that the widowed king was only unconsciously attracted to him because of the effect of Cupid's arrow, and unconsciously flirted with him.

But now it seems that after the embarrassment, Qu Zhehao actually...

He is very aware of what he has done, and will be annoyed and shy because of it!

A perfect man who is more than 1.9 meters tall and exudes mature masculine charm...

Will be secretly shy because of seductiveness.

Song Qinqing felt that the contrast of the other party was actually very cute.

"Puchi." Qin Qin couldn't help laughing because of being poked in the cute spot.

The light laughter attracted Po Zhehao's attention again.

Po Zhehao looked over.

A young god with a clean temperament like an angel in western mythology.

The hair is as delicate as snow, and the skin is as white as snow.The young man's eyes are pure, except for a faint blush at the end of his eyes, which always gives people a sense of grievance.

The child laughed, a sense of brokenness and youthfulness coexisted, supplemented by a tremor in the pupils that seemed to be there when he raised his eyes...

While making people feel pity and love, there is also a violent and raging desire for destruction.

Po Zhehao looked away.

He started having headaches again.

Seeing Po Zhehao's uncomfortable expression, Song Qinqing's smile faded away like a flash in the pan, "What's wrong? Shouldn't I be laughing?"

"No!" Po Zhehao quickly denied, not caring about his physical discomfort, but also to reassure the young man, "You can laugh. You are always very reserved when I'm by my side. Occasionally seeing you smile makes me very..."

This time, Po Zhehao was not as thick-skinned as he was when he talked about love in the past. He obviously thought it over before saying: "Heartbeat."

Because of this moment of deliberation, the words of love became sincere.

Sincere words of love are the worst.

"What you said..." Song Qinqing's face became inexplicably hot, "We haven't met a few times, how can we say "always"? "

Although Song Qinqing is a god of love, she has never had any experience in love.

The meeting with Po Zhehao was brought about by the collection of various oolong incidents. Now because of Cupid's arrow, the two are temporarily in a state of bonding.

He had to stay with Po Zhehao.

He knew that because of the effect of the magic arrow, Po Zhehao would have no choice but to be moved and talk to himself.

These love stories made him feel uncomfortable when he was a solo mother.

But because it came from Po Zhehao's mouth...

It made him want to listen more.

The man's voice sounded like ice cubes in a whiskey glass.

After drinking this wine, the root of the tongue is hot and the spinal cord is numb.

The longest aftertaste is the comfortable chill left on the skin.

Addictive and deadly.

Rubbing the back of her hand unconsciously, Song Qinqing suddenly remembered some details when she came back to her senses, "Why do you sometimes have a heartache and sometimes a headache?"

Po Zhehao shook his head, looked away, put his hands under his nose to cover his expression, "..."

Song Qinqing continued to deduce, "It seems that if I reject you, your heart will hurt. If I approach you, you will have a headache. Is this the effect of Cupid's arrow?"

"Uh..." Po Zhehao rolled his Adam's apple and didn't speak, but his expression still looked calm.

"However, I remember someone who seems to have this characteristic. He also gets a headache whenever he touches me..."

"Uh..." Po Zhehao's posture was still stable and composed.

Song Qinqing's eyes suddenly became sharp!

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