The next door boss that I missed in those years

Meng Qiyan's head suddenly hurt, he snorted, pushed Zheng Yu away vigorously, lying on the side of the bed gasped for a while, and bleed out a few mouthfuls along the way.

Zheng Yu looked at him in panic, Meng Qiyan clutched the quilt and cursed: "Damn, it's... fighting again..."

Zheng Yu was taken aback, and quickly got up to go out, but was held back by Meng Qiyan.

"Forget it...Yiyun...can...can stop..."

Zheng Yu had no choice but to sit back and watch Meng Qiyan pour out a pile of concentration pills from the storage bracelet, pouring them bottle by bottle.

"Okay, don't eat too much, it's not good to eat too much..." Zheng Yu grabbed Meng Qiyan's wrist.

"I know... Pain relief..." Meng Qiyan looked at Zheng Yu with a smile, and complained again: "None of these children are obedient... Really..."

Zheng Yu suddenly hugged Meng Qiyan, and asked him softly, "Does it hurt?"

Meng Qiyan smiled and broke away from Zheng Yu's embrace: "It's okay, I'm used to it...you know it hurts and still hurt me so much..."

Zheng Yu looked at him sadly, and said, "This time I'm punishing you, and I won't do it again."

I won't be willing in the future.

Meng Qiyan lay on the bed for a while, and felt that his head was not hurting so much. He probably turned off the ignition on both sides. He glanced at the silent Zheng Yu and asked him, "When did you know?"

Zheng Yu pulled the quilt for him and said, "You're really not very good at pretending to be a fox."

Meng Qiyan shook his head helplessly: "It's so early, I'm so happy for so many days."

It turned out that his vest had long been lost, and he was still performing in front of Zheng Yu like a clown.

Meng Qiyan's mood instantly became very unhappy.

Zheng Yu lay beside Meng Qiyan, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Xiao Yan, I like you."

Meng Qiyan turned to look at him: "I know."

Zheng Yu embraced him, and asked softly, "You've seen that painting, right?"

Meng Qiyan closed her eyes, her face full of tiredness: "But I don't want to like you anymore, I'm tired."

Zheng Yu's arms stiffened, and he held the person in his arms tighter: "It doesn't matter."

Meng Qiyan suddenly opened his eyes, pulled Zheng Yu's hand away, and leaned out: "I have something to say, I don't want to like you anymore, this is fine, you go."

It is impossible for him to forget the enmity of Tianyunzong. It might be possible 200 years ago, but not now.

Masaru, it's late.

Zheng Yu pulled Meng Qiyan back as if he didn't hear it: "I will find out what happened in the past, just wait."

Meng Qiyan smiled lightly: "Do whatever you want, I will accept any result."

Even if you say my brother committed suicide, I will admit it.

Because there is no use, death is death, and there is no coming back.

However, in Zheng Yu's ears, it was easy to hear this as "Even if Xuanqingmen is really innocent, I won't like you."

Zheng Yu angrily hugged Meng Qiyan who was resisting, and said viciously: "Xiao Yan, want to run away when you get angry? It's not such a good thing."

Meng Qiyan gritted his teeth and gave Zheng Yu a kick. Zheng Yu subconsciously pushed Meng Qiyan back, and Meng Qiyan suddenly groaned in pain.

Zheng Yu felt his hands warm up, and when he stretched out his hands, his hands were covered in blood.

"Nonsense! Why haven't you healed yet? Has no one healed you?"

Meng Qiyan's brow was sweating from the pain, he covered his stomach and looked at Zheng Yu and said, "I'm mentally damaged... I can't heal myself..." Then he tried to smile: "Those bastard disciples don't care about me..."

Zheng Yu was so distressed that he wanted to die, no matter what, it must be him, the master, who would not let him see.

Zheng Yu sighed and cast spells to heal Meng Qiyan's wounds, being careful not to hurt Meng Qiyan's spirit.

Meng Qiyan looked curious: "I see that you are very experienced. You are different from that kid Yiyun. You treat me carelessly... It hurts me to death..."

Zheng Yu gave Meng Qiyan a supercilious look, nonsense, I have treated you more than once.

"Yiyun and the others don't know?"

Meng Qiyan was beaten back to his original form in an instant, and lowered his head slightly: "I don't know... I can't let them know... I can't explain this matter."

Zheng Yu looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Then why didn't you tell Qi Si?"

Meng Qiyan lowered his brows and eyes: "Don't tell him...I can't let him because of me...because I can't become a fairy..."

Zheng Yu took Meng Qiyan's cold hand: "He will know sooner or later, and I can't allow him to use his soul again..."

Meng Qiyan raised her head in surprise, and her tone was pleading: "Don't...please...how long can you hide it..."

Zheng Yu felt that he was so distressed that he was going to die, this idiot didn't want Qi Si to know even if he was in such pain, and wanted Qi Si to continue to practice on his pain.

Qi Si's luck is really good and scary.

Seeing Meng Qiyan's rare weakness, Zheng Yu softened his heart.

"Okay, I won't say anything." Zheng Yu looked at Meng Qiyan with a smile, "Kiss me."

Depend on.

Meng Qiyan had black lines on his face.

Zheng Yu said very gently: "If you don't kiss me, I'll go out first..."

you are vicious.

Meng Qiyan snorted, pulled Zheng Yu over and kissed him, just touching the water.

Zheng Yu was very satisfied, while Meng Qiyan coughed several times angrily.Zheng Yu helped Meng Qiyan tuck in the quilt and said, "You have a good rest, I'll go out first..."

After Meng Qiyan's little calculation, he couldn't let Zheng Yu go out alone. He didn't know how the bastard would explain it, so Meng Qiyan held Zheng Yu back.

"Come with me... lie down for a while..."

Zheng Yu's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he lay beside Meng Qiyan with a smile, gently hugged the helpless Meng Qiyan, and pressed him into his arms.

Meng Qiyan said it was heartless, but it is absolutely impossible to let go of the obsession of hundreds of years.

He had imagined countless times that Zheng Yu could hold him like today and treat himself like You Ning.

And today Zheng Yu not only hugged, but also kissed directly.This should be put in the past, not to mention that Zheng Yu treats him like this, but if he only listens to Zheng Yu saying that he likes it, Meng Qiyan probably has already pounced on him.

But he is no longer the one who likes Zheng Yu wholeheartedly.

By mistake, the two of them missed it.

Leaning in Zheng Yu's arms, Meng Qiyan sighed again, his plan to hate Zheng Yu without any hesitation had been completely aborted, and now he had to think of a new way to maintain the balance between him and Zheng Yu.

But the future is so bleak, he still has to satisfy the present, after all, Zheng Yu is really good.

Meng Qiyan leaned into Zheng Yu's arms, and saw that Zheng Yu was sleeping soundly, so he grew up from his nerves, raised his head and kissed Zheng Yu's beautiful chin lightly, then retracted into Zheng Yu's arms in a panic, Seeing that Zheng Yu didn't respond, he fell asleep contentedly.

Zheng Yu really wanted to laugh, and tried his best to hold back, but he just hugged Meng Qiyan a little tighter.

This fox still likes him, but his mouth is stubborn.

In fact, this is not the first time Zheng Yu has experienced this kind of thing. Meng Qiyan often sneaked over to Zheng Yu when he was taking a lunch break in the yard, and gave Zheng Yu a sip in the face.

Meng Qiyan always thought that what he did was very secretive, but he never thought about why Zheng Yu, who was afraid of the cold, insisted on sleeping in the yard.

This will probably be a secret forever.

The author has something to say: Meng Qiyan: "I loved it."

Zheng Yu: "Can you say it again?"

Meng Qiyan: "Oh, it's alright, I love you, alright?"