After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

The widowed king seems somewhat similar to the young master of the underworld?

Although when meeting Yi Heng, the other party mostly showed others with a mask, but never saw his face.

But as soon as this idea came out, the more Song Qinqing looked at Zhehao, the more he felt that the two were alike.

Under close observation and undisguised suspicion, Po Zhehao still didn't change his face.

The strength of his psychological quality can be seen.

The man just looked over leisurely, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"I feel like you are another person I know..."

"Male and female?"

"male."

Po Zhehao snorted, "You're with me, and you still think about other men?"

Song Qinqing: "??"

He hadn't expected such a topic to lead.

Po Zhehao crossed his long legs, leaned his shoulders back, and leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, his fingers crossed on his legs, his index finger was slender and powerful, and he tapped the back of his hand regularly.

It was obviously a very relaxed posture, but it silently conveyed a sense of oppression.

When playing games, if one person's aura is strong, the other person's aura will be weakened.

Song Qinqing couldn't help but start to doubt herself:

Po Zhehao will cool down if he doesn't appear on the stage, he will feel uncomfortable when he is close to him, but there is no red light, and there is no aura and breath of gods on his body...

Po Zhehao is mortal and correct.

What's more, when the young master appeared last night, he wanted to take Po Zhehao away...

If these two people are really one person, wouldn't it be "I kill myself"?

Song Qinqing bit her nails to organize her thoughts.

"Don't think about him." Po Zhehao said at the right time, "If you think about other men, I should be jealous."

"Uh..." Song Qinqing was interrupted by the man's sudden voice.

Just at this moment, so coincidental that it almost seemed to be a cooperation, Xiao He brought a plate of washed fruits.

"Mr. Shen, eat some fruit, breakfast will be ready soon." Xiao He said to Song Qinqing.

"Ah, thank you." Song Qinqing immediately sat upright and thanked obediently, her attention was perfectly diverted.

The plate of fruit was exquisite and translucent, looking tempting, Song Qinqing reached out to pick up a cherry and tasted it.

The sweet taste spread between his lips and teeth, and his mood improved on the spot.

"Like eating cherries?" Po Zhehao asked.

"Ah."

"I'll stock up a little more after that."

"Uh..." later.

Song Qinqing was chewing the pulp, not daring to say it in person, but she was full of thoughts in her heart.

He is a god, how can he have a "future" with mortals?

I have to find a way to get away from the widow as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Song Qinqing had a flash of inspiration:

The "sweetheart" that the widow king was looking for so persistently may become the starting point of the current deadlock!

"What about the person you're looking for?" Song Qinqing hurriedly asked.

Po Zhehao looked at him, "I won't look for it anymore."

"Did you give up if you said you gave up?"

"You don't want me to give up?"

"Uh..." Po Zhehao's rhetorical question made Song Qinqing at a loss for words.

In the love relationship of mortals, there is a unique existence called Bai Yueguang.

It disturbs the mind all the time, but after all, I can't love it.

To the man, this lost sweetheart is Bai Yueguang.

Song Qinqing blamed herself a little:

How can you persuade others to indulge in Bai Yueguang just because you want to escape as soon as possible?

"It's good to give up!" Song Qinqing hurriedly said, "There will be someone more suitable for you!"

"Well. I listen to you."

"Did you really listen to me?"

"Yeah." Po Zhehao was tight-lipped, "Except for letting you go."

"Uh..." After a moment of silence, Song Qinqing changed her mind, "Shall I teach you the correct way to seduce people?"

"Not learn."

"Didn't you say you would listen to me?"

"I already have you, why should I learn to tease others?"

"Uh..." Damn!

Song Qinqing was secretly angry.

How can this mortal be so logical?

You can't get around him at all!

"Then, don't tease others, you can learn it and use it to tease me!"

In order to prevent the widowed king from being really lonely all his life, Qin Qing was cruel and said the words that were full of arrogance and arrogance.

Hearing this, Po Zhehao really sat up straight and became interested, "Are you serious?"

"Of course! So you learn?"

"study."

Finally getting the other party to cooperate, Song Qinqing was secretly relieved, and then seriously investigated from the beginning, "The way to flirt with a man is different from that of a woman. So, do you like men or women?"

Po Zhehao was asked this question for the second time.

But this time, the man is completely different from the indifference when we first met.

After staring at Song Qinqing for a long time, Po Zhehao finally said: "I like you."

"Uh..." "The Strongest Cupid's Sultry Little Classroom" officially started.

"The first little trick is to attack the heart - silently remember the other party's preferences. Unexpectedly, in daily life, match the details."

"receive."

"The second trick is to attack the body - inadvertent physical contact. For example, approaching suddenly, or biting ears tacitly."

"clear."

"The third little trick, outsmart - use the drawbridge effect. Try to construct some scenarios that make him frightened, so that when you appear, he will mistakenly think that it is because of you!"

"learnt."

After teaching the three theories, the responsible teacher Song said: "Then let's practice it?"

Quite a few students were very cooperative, "How to practice?"

"Xiaohe and I are the only ones in this room, why don't you try with us?"

"Row."

Without saying a word, Po Zhehao rolled up his sleeves and stood up, about to approach Song Qinqing.

The man stretched out his hand, straight to the side of the boy's ear, the movement was so fast that Song Qinqing had no room to react.

But the man's fingertips stayed only one centimeter away from the boy's earlobe, and they never approached or touched.

This person chose him without hesitation.

But the pain in his body reminded this person that he couldn't choose this way.

The man backed away again.

Po Zhehao calmly said: "It's better to be Xiaohe."

In the open kitchen, the busy Xiao He heard his name and looked up.

Xiaohe's expression said: Be a human being?

The man's expression read: Don't do it.

In the narrow kitchen, two tall and burly men were crowded.

The two looked at each other with expressions of resistance.

Like two big iron trees facing each other.

Po Zhehao: "Are you busy?"

Xiao He had a dead fish face, "Can you see it?"

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

Topic is over.

Po Zhehao turned to go out of the kitchen, but was stopped by Song Qinqing dancing on the sofa.

Song Qinqing stretched out a finger, indicating the first technique: do what he likes.

Po Zhehao had no choice but to turn back to the kitchen.

Po Zhehao: "What do you like to eat?"

Xiaohe: "Eels?"

"Then eat eel for lunch."

"Not at home."

"Go shopping now."

"Uh..." The topic ended.

Po Zhehao turned around and was about to go out of the kitchen again, just in time to see Xiao Aishen on the sofa stuffing another cherry into his mouth.

The young god glanced into the kitchen from a distance, and saw that Xiao He's expression did not fluctuate at all, it was colder than the snow in Changbai Mountain that had been frozen for thousands of years.

Anxiously, he gestured two more fingers, signaling the man to use technique two: physical contact.

In his hurry, he didn't notice that his lips were stained with cherry juice.

There is a faint, alluring light.

Po Zhehao took a deep look at the boy, unable to refuse, and turned back to the kitchen.

Feeling that a certain widow king is inexplicably close to him, Xiao He is uncomfortable, vigilant and tired, "What do you want to do?"

Po Zhehao leaned against Xiao He's ear, holding his breath and said, "Cooperate with me and coax me."

Xiao He: "..."

The two men, whose whole body was straightened with steel bars, spoke the bottom line in the most ambiguous posture:

"Yi Heng, you are really inhuman."

"What kind of humanity does Death need?"

"Almost there?"

"almost."

Topic is over.

Po Zhehao walked out of the kitchen for the third time.

Unsurprisingly, he was stopped by Song Qinqing's three-finger gesture.

Tip three: drawbridge effect.

Just as Xiao He was cutting bread, Po Zhehao suggested after turning into the kitchen, "Cut your hand."

Xiao He was full of question marks.

"Hurry up. Act better."

"Uh……"

"The last time."

Xiao He's heart fluttered suddenly, "Is it really the last time?"

Po Zhehao nodded, "Yes."

Xiao He immediately stabbed his finger unceremoniously.

Fresh, blood, fly, splash!

The two people in the kitchen looked at the finger that was gushing blood like a fountain, and their expressions were very calm.

It's as calm and composed as staring at a faucet.

The only person in the house who was taken aback was Song Qinqing who was watching from outside the kitchen.

Seeing the blood, Song Qinqing couldn't sit still any longer, jumped up on the spot, and rushed into the kitchen as if flying.

"Xiaohe, are you alright?" Song Qinqing stretched out her hand, ready to grab Xiaohe's hand and check the other's wound.

But an arm stopped at the right time, keeping him behind.

The strong muscles were hidden under the sweater, and the slightly stiff arms pressed against his soft belly, making it impossible for Song Qinqing to break through.

Song Qinqing looked up.

It was Po Zhehao who blocked him unconsciously.

Facing Xiao He, Po Zhehao urged: "Go find a Band-Aid quickly."

"Okay..." Song Qinqing came back to her senses, and hurriedly said, "Where is it? I'll look for it."

"I didn't ask you to go." Po Zhehao turned his head and said to Song Qinqing, then looked at Xiao He intently, "Hurry up, or the wound will heal."

Xiao He: "..."

A certain person was bleeding all over the place, and had to search for a band-aid in person.

Humans are miserable.

Xiao He sighed and walked out of the kitchen...

Leaving two people in the kitchen, you look at me and I look at you, one is at a loss and the other is calm.

Noticing the traces of dry fruit juice on the young man's lips, Po Zhehao asked, "Why don't you continue eating?"

"What to eat?" Song Qinqing asked blankly.

"cherry."

"Oh... there are only a few in the fruit plate."

Because of the bloody scene just now, Song Qinqing was a little absent-minded, and stopped paying attention to this side after answering the man's question.

He tiptoed to look in Xiao He's direction, and saw that the other party was squatting in front of a certain locker, with his back turned to this side, busy with something, probably treating a wound.

Xiao He's back was lonely and desolate, Song Qinqing felt distressed, and was about to bypass the man and leave the kitchen to help Xiao He...

A hand was stretched out from his eyes, and something was stuffed into his arms.

Song Qinqing raised her hand subconsciously to pick it up, and touched the water stains on her hand.

When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a small plate of cherries, which had passed the water.

The plump purple skin is covered with crystal drops of water, exuding a faint fruity aroma.

Skill [-]: Do what you like.

The man did not withdraw his hand to pass the fruit plate.

Instead, he seemed to draw a circle along the edge of the plate, just in time for his fingertips to run over the back of Song Qinqing's finger.

The fingers with the temperature of water were cold, and the man's skin passed him, leaving a palpitation that made him palpitate.

Song Qinqing felt goose bumps on her arms, and looked up at the other party in a daze...

Just in time, the other party lowered his head and leaned over, their breaths were intertwined, and the tip of their noses was extremely close.

Song Qinqing's back went numb.

He held his breath, watching the man's eyes seem to stay on his lips for a moment, then leaned over, almost touching his ear cartilage, exhaled and said: "There are still a lot, eat slowly. "

Skill two: physical contact.

The slightly cool touch on the fingers, coupled with the slightly hot breath on the side of the ear, made Song Qinqing's mind start to blur.

He staggered back as if fleeing, his eyes wandering around, and only then did he notice the blood stain left by Xiao He just under his feet.

Fearing that her footprints would be filled with blood, Song Qinqing started to dodge in a flash, and her footsteps became chaotic...

He was out of control.

His body was out of control.

Unable to feel the balance of her body, Song Qinqing tilted her body and fell backward——

It's black in front of you.

The back of his head softened.

Back against the cool wall.

The waist was protected by hot limbs.

Song Qinqing was relieved.

Seeing Po Zhehao hooking his waist with one hand and protecting his head with the other, he gently leaned against the wall with most of the impact relieved.

Po Zhehao was only a fruit bowl away from him.

Song Qinqing looked down at the cherries, and there was snowflakes in front of her eyes.

The coolness of the wall is like little ants lining up to pass his neck and crawl into his blood.

He couldn't even breathe.

The man let go of him quickly.

He frowned, as if he was harassed by a dull pain again.

Before the pain got out of control, the man gave up and walked out of the kitchen.

Only Song Qinqing was left in place, his heart beating like a drum, unable to recover for a long time.

Tip three: drawbridge effect.

Only when reason returned to her brain did Song Qinqing realize that her face was on fire——

The skills he taught men, by mistake, all reacted on himself.

Song Qinqing grabbed a handful of cool cherries and spread them on her face, trying to calm down the burning heat on her face.

This is not a heartbeat!

It's all tricks!

Song Qinqing brainwashed herself.

But then, he was a little annoyed——

This widow king, how can he not look like...

This person is obviously too good at it!