Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

"Sang Yu, stop."

When Long Qingcheng came down, he saw Sang Yu grabbing Di Yuanjue's collar. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, but they clearly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere between them, and they were obviously angry.

Because Di Yuan was definitely carrying Long Qingcheng on his back, she could not see his expression.

But she knew very well that the two people had to be separated. Sang Yu once sent people to hunt down Di Yuan Jue. It was obvious that Sang Yu could not stand up to Di Yuan Jue. Today, they had no intention of meeting each other. It was obvious that enemies were extremely jealous when they met.

Di Yuan Juejue smiled and knocked off his hand, his black eyes penetrated into the darkness, and his deep voice was light, "But I am very grateful to you. Regarding Long Qingcheng's feelings, I tell you with certainty that I like her."

He lived for more than 20 years and never fell in love with anyone, and even kept a distance from everyone.

He almost looked at the world with cold eyes, and even himself, he could stay away from it, including his life, but now he saw the light.

grass! Sang Yu let go of the man and cursed, this man did it on purpose, "I didn't expect that the dignified Master Jiu would use such means."

Di Yuan never answered, it was just a coincidence. He didn't bother to use such a trick at all.

No one can take what belongs to him.

He turned around and looked at the girl who was coming, her face was still a little rosy. The fever should have just subsided, but she was not completely recovered yet. He raised his hand, grabbed her, and gently stroked her forehead with his other hand.

Long Qingcheng: "..." Surprised! She almost ran into the man's arms because of Di Yuanjue's movements.

The man touched his forehead. It was not too hot and whispered in a low voice, "The fever has gone away. It's cold outside. Go back first."

"Oh, you guys..." Long Qingcheng wanted to ask what you were talking about, but the man grabbed his waist and took her upstairs.

Perhaps she felt guilty about concealing the fact that Di Yuan Jue had come to the border, so she stumbled directly and followed him in.

If she turned around, she would definitely find that Sang Yu had let go of his hand, and the cigarette butt had fallen on his palm, which was shockingly hot. It was scarred, and the tender red flesh was exposed, and the blood flowed down the palm to the ground.

He directly picked up the mineral water bottle and opened it, poured it into his palms expressionlessly, rubbed it clean, then took out a square handkerchief from his suit pocket and tied it.

Then walked in.

The second floor.

Long Qingcheng leaned on the bed and apologized immediately, "Jiuye, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about coming to the border."

"As long as you're safe."

Di Yuanjue crossed his legs, then took a bowl of porridge from Yingfeng's hand, and handed it over, "I just woke up, you must be hungry, drink some porridge to warm yourself up."

Sang Yu wanted to enter: "..." Di Yuanjue, do you still want to show your face?

I obviously cooked this porridge myself, so why did I become a tool for you to show your courtesy?

Long Qingcheng drank sip after sip without seeing the person at the door. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she raised her head, her little eyes were very bright, and the light on the bedside made her face blush, "Then Master Jiu , have you forgiven me?"

"Yes!" the man said lightly, then leaned slightly toward the girl, crossed his legs, put his hands on his legs, and gently tapped his knees with his fingers. He glanced at the girl and asked casually, "So can I I want to ask you what are you doing here by accident?"

Thinking of this, Long Qingcheng sighed.

"I'm here to take pictures of half a set of books about the Ghost Sect. Master Jiu may not know, but on my side..." Before she could finish her words, Di Yuanjue spoke at this moment, "I know."

Long Qingcheng: "?" A bad feeling came to my heart.

No way...is it such a coincidence?

She swallowed her porridge, and then asked very uncertainly, "Is that box No. 3 yours?" So the woman didn't lie to herself, so the person she mentioned in marriage was Master Jiu? Was what she overheard true?

Di Yuanjue glanced at Yingfeng, who immediately handed over the set of books auctioned today, and then left with great foresight.

Sure enough, Miss Long is not that simple. She actually knows Gessen? Even being able to enter the auction site once again subverted his understanding of her.

Sure enough, strong people are attracted to each other?

He put the things on the bed, and gently pulled the black tie with his fingers, with a sense of loose abstinence, and said in a faint voice, "I originally wanted to give you a gift for your graduation season, is this a good intention but a bad thing? "

Long Qingcheng looked directly at the man's sexy Adam's apple, and shook her head in the next second, "No, no." She smiled knowingly, with dazzling eyes, "Jiuye, thank you."

The lights were dim, and the room was filled with a faint atmosphere of ambiguity.

The girl's smile seemed to take away all of Di Yuanjue's eyes.

I don't know when they were the only two people left in the room. In the quiet room, you could clearly hear each other's heartbeats. Long Qingcheng didn't know whether it was his own or Master Jiu's.

She coughed twice, trying to break the ambiguous atmosphere, and then propped up her hands to put the dishes on the bedside table. It might be a little far away, so she needed to get up.

Seeing Long Qingcheng's actions, Di Yuanjue stood up directly and said, "I'll do it."

"No, no need." Long Qingcheng was a little anxious, and his body retreated involuntarily, but he didn't expect that the movement was too big, and the rest of the porridge was about to spill out due to the jolt.

She quickly grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, but her body failed to stabilize. Her whole body tilted forward. When she was about to fall, her body and head fell directly on her strong chest.

The unique and light vanilla flavor of Diyuan comes to your face.

Her fingers tightened slightly and she held her breath.

The next moment, she could feel the well-jointed fingers gently holding the bowls and chopsticks, and a sexy voice came from above, "Give it to me."

Long Qingcheng: "..." It's just embarrassing.

She immediately let go of the bowl and chopsticks, and gave a vague thanks. I don't know if the other party heard it, but she answered anyway.

She loosened her fingers and didn't know where to put her palms. She leaned her head on her chest and listened to the powerful beating sound. Her voice became much quieter unconsciously. She wanted to ask Master Jiu, can I get up?

But when the words came to his lips, the words he asked were completely different, "Master Jiu, who are we?"

The man gently pinched the girl's waist with one hand and brought her closer. The other hand gently pinched the girl's chin, forcing the girl to raise her head slightly.

Their eyes met, her eyes were clear, and his eyes were deep.

There is still an unknown possessiveness in the man's eyes.

He spoke softly: "The pursuer and the pursued."