hold grudges

"So that's how it is." After hearing this, Shen Huanming didn't dare to think about how Yu Cenji got here in the past three years.

"En." When Yu Qingyan picked up the cup of herbal tea again, Shen Huanming stopped her.

"Drink something warm, it's already autumn." He tapped the wall of the cup with his fingertips, and in the next second, Yu Qingyan felt that the cup in her hand was warm.

She glanced at Shen Huanming's back, and kept staring like that, in a daze.

After many years, when this matter was brought up again, Yu Qingyan's state of mind also changed. If she said hate...then there must still be hatred, but it was not the same as before. Even she herself felt a little contradictory.

When Shen Huanming went back, Yu Cenji was painting. His movements were too slow, and the ink had blurred after he wrote the brush, but he still didn't move.

"Are you drawing me?" Shen Huanming looked at the outline drawing, Yu Cenji was about to draw a person, and instead of covering up the matter with each other, it was better to let it go.Shen Huanming took Yu Cenji's hand, squeezed his wrist gently, and rubbed his hand.

"I want to try it, I haven't drawn people before." Yu Cen Ji's expression was calm, and the corners of his eyes drooped a little.

He raised his hand with great effort just now, and he can't do it with just a few strokes. His persistence has exceeded the load on his fingers, and he is a little convulsive.

"Yu Cenji, can you get angry?" Shen Huanming looked down at Yu Cenji's hand, stroking his calluses from long-term writing, and as he lowered his head, his long hair had already fallen on Yu Cenji's hand, scratching at the end of his hair Touching the calm hand, itching.

"Why should I get angry?" Yu Cen laughed quietly. He pushed back Shen Huanming's hair, straightened the man's face, and looked at it carefully. He was so handsome.

"I can't paint anymore, shouldn't I get angry?" Shen Huanming was still a little melancholy, and always felt that Yu Cenji had a fire in his heart, and he just wanted to vent it.

"Then I have a fire to burn."

"kindness?"

"It's just an evil fire." Yu Cenji dragged the person to the bed, and fell down first.

The next moment Shen Huanming straightened him up.

Yu Cenji suddenly became angry, what happened to Shen Huanming? !Do it or not!Isn't he obvious enough?

Shen Huan laughed, he snapped his fingers next to Yu Cen Ji's ear, and Yu Cen Ji's vision was instantly blocked by something.

This is... the red hijab?

"Before I open it, I have something to say." Shen Huanming folded his hands and looked down at the person sitting by the bed, his eyes full of tenderness.

Yu Cenji nodded with his hijab on his head.

"I like you, so I feel that the whole world likes you, so I am more jealous. If I am jealous, will you take the trouble to coax me?" Shen Huanming asked his first question.

Listening to the question, Yu Cenji's wide eyes narrowed into crescents, "Yes, I will coax you until you are happy."

"I talk a lot, whether I am happy or sad, I want to tell you the first time. You will hate my temper and won't talk to me more?" Shen Huanming asked the second question.

"I will be your best listener in the world." Yu Cenji replied.

"I...Once I'm with you, I'll want to take over all of you, can you accept that too?" Shen Huanming asked his last question.

"welcome."

Shen Huanming let go of his clenched fist, and lifted Yu Cenji's red hijab away. Under the flickering candlelight, his eyes shone with the light of love, which was really pretty.

"Awaited."

Shen Huanming caressed Yu Cen Ji's side face, and kissed that mouth that was ready to move.If the fire can start a prairie fire, then I will be the magnificence in your silent world.

"Yu Fanfan, raise your hand."

"Yu Fanfan, don't bite my Adam's apple, it will be broken by you."

"Yu Fanfan,..."

"Can you shut up!"

I don't know what day it is today in Prince Xiang's Mansion, Yuan Di is also here, Tan Miao is also here, the two of them want to see the prince, and Yan Qimu is also here!

Yan Qimu sneaked behind them, before entering the house, boom!The door was closed.

What kind of whispers do you not take him with you!

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, Yan Qimu opened the door openly to eavesdrop, his ears pricked up.

"My lord, it's time to act." Sitting beside Cong Syl, Tan Miao took down the fan he was shaking.

"What do you say?" Looking at Yuan Di from Searle.

"Everything is ready." Yuan Di said seriously.

"Tan Miao, do you think we can do it this time?" Looking towards the door from Syl, his eyes softened slowly.

"What is the prince asking? Even without that shocking treasure, we can still win the throne!" Tan Miao said loudly.

"If my brother was here, he would definitely not approve of our actions." Since Syl thought of his missing brother, he would definitely stop himself.

"What are you hesitating about? We have been preparing for so many years, even if Prince Xi is here, he will still support us." Tan Miao didn't understand Cong Syl's words, what nonsense are you talking about?

"You've liked my brother for so long, aren't you tired of not getting a response?" Cong Syl asked Tan Miao suddenly.

Yuan Di was in a state of distress, and quietly took a few steps back, it didn't matter to him, he was just standing here, if there was a fight later, it would have nothing to do with him at all.

Tan Miao stared at Cong Syl, but still said, "I'm tired, but I still want to help you take back everything that belongs to him."

"No, you just want to show your presence in front of him." Cong Syl shook his head, not agreeing with Tan Miao's words.

"No matter what you think, we will act in three days, when..."

In the middle of talking, the sound of clattering outside the door interrupted him.

"Who!" Tan Miao hurried to the door, quickly opened the door, saw the back at the end of the corridor, and shouted: "Stop!"

It's over, it's over, Yan Qimu froze, he swears, this is already the fastest time he has run.

"Come here." Tan Miao asked Yan Qimu to go over.

Yan Qimu trembled step by step, and in just a few dozen steps, he walked out of the feeling of being out of date.

Tan Miao didn't urge him, he just folded his arms and looked at Yan Qimu as he pretended to go. He looked familiar to Yan Qimu, but he always felt that he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.

"Why are you eavesdropping?" Tan Miao asked Yan Qimu in front of Cong Syl.

"It's not eavesdropping, it's curiosity. You three big men, why don't you take me after you close the door, I must be curious." Yan Qimu blinked at Syl, "Yes, my lord."

"What nonsense! Where did you come from?" Tan Miao stared at Yan Qimu so fiercely that even Yan Qimu couldn't stand firmly.

"From the street."

"Stop talking nonsense with me! Answer any questions you ask!"

"It's really the prince who picked it up from the street." Yan Qimu was wronged, he rushed to Xi Ernu, asking that person to speak for him.

Since Syl ignored him, he just looked at Tan Miao and looked at Qi Mu.

"You mean your origin is unknown? Then what did you hear just now?"

"I didn't hear anything." Yan Qimu shook his head quickly, he was deaf and blind, he didn't know anything.

Seeing his reaction like this, Tan Miao felt suspicious in his heart, "Come on, call me!"

Yan Qimu was surprised, isn't it, what are you hitting?He didn't know how many times he asked Cong Syl for help today, but the man seemed to be dead, and he refused to save him.

Yuan Di stood where he was and didn't dare to speak, could Yan Qimu's body stand up to the board?Why didn't the prince say a word?

Tan Miao really called someone to beat Yan Qimu, "Hit until you say so."

Before Yan Qimu was pushed to the ground, he took one last look at Cong Syl and didn't speak?Well, he can be dumb too.

The first time the stick came down, Yan Qimu seemed to understand Cao Jie's feelings that day. The difference was that he felt that his back was about to be broken.

The second time, Yan Qimu's face began to sweat, it hurts so much.

Looking at Yan Qimu from Searle, his eyes were full of stubbornness, but he still refused to beg for mercy.

The third time, Yan Qimu couldn't stand it anymore, he felt the loss of consciousness, and before he fell into a coma, he saw Cong Syl knock over the cup and rushed towards him.

"Get out!" shouted someone from Syl rushing down.

Yuan Di couldn't take it anymore, he fled the scene quickly.

"You will be killed by yourself sooner or later. How old are people who don't have any precautions. What if he..." Tan Miao looked at the out-of-control Cong Syl, shook his head and was driven out.

When Yan Qimu opened his eyes again, he lay on Cong Syl's lap, hum!He tried to get up, but was pushed down.

"Be honest." Cong Xier pressed Yan Qimu's head, preventing him from getting up.

He still dared to hum when he was so hurt.

"You let someone beat me." Yan Qimu was lying on the ground honestly, his voice was soft and he felt aggrieved.

He was beaten, almost killed, and it was Searle's fault.

"Why are you here blindly to join in the fun?" Cong Syl asked back.

"You are not sincere! You should apologize first!" Yan Qimu chirped, what's going on?Why don't you apologize first?

"This is a warning for you, be less curious, do you know that curiosity killed the cat?" Ever since Syl grabbed Yan Qimu's ear, everyone was turning red.

"Ahhh!" Yan Qimu felt that Syl was trying to lift him up with two fingers, and his ears were about to be pulled off.

"Calling, now I know how to call, why didn't you call when I hit you just now? Dead duck." Cong Sear let go and touched Yan Qimu's head instead.

"God, I'm dead, why don't you apologize." Yan Qimu defended his principles and resolutely refused to back down.

"What do you want to hear? En?" Cong Syl passed Yan Qimu's armpit with his hands, lifted him to his lap, and looked at him face to face.

"That's right, I was wrong, Mr. Yan." Yan Qimu said with a shy face, and then he covered his face in embarrassment after speaking, like a psychopath.

"Dream." Taking Yan Qimu's hand from Syl, Yan Qimu's face started to turn red again with his hot gaze.

"Forget it." Yan Qimu was thin-skinned, not teasing, forgot it, and stopped playing.

"It just so happens that your back hurts, so you'll be on it today." She grabbed Yan Qimu's waist from Syl, and smiled profusely.

Yan Qimu's first reaction was quite excited, but the next moment he stopped.

Don't think he doesn't know what Cong Syl is planning, shameless!

bah bah bah!

"Don't provoke Tan Miao." Cong Xier said seriously.

"why?"

"He's a lunatic." According to Syl's evaluation, Tan Miao said that anyone who dared to beat him, he wrote down the account.