The boss of the royal sister refused to admit the birth of the ball, so I ran with the ball in the o

Chapter 226: Well, it's sweet

Looking at Xianyu who was roasting food wholeheartedly with one hand on her leg, Mu Qingcheng felt a little dazed.

It had been a long time since she had been so close to Xianyu.

The last time they were so close was a few months ago. She went to Guicheng to find Xianyu, but she saw him taking his daughter to KTV. She was so angry that she wanted to teach Xianyu a lesson like she did before.

As a result, with a "bang", Xianyu pushed him against the wall with his backhand. It was the first time in many years that the two of them had a close contact with each other.

Since then, Mu Qingcheng rarely got so close to Xianyu.

Basically, he either slapped me against the wall or carried me around like a chicken.

Mu Qingcheng only remembered such willful and somewhat naughty close-range actions happening when she was six or seven months pregnant.

Because at that time her relationship with Xianyu had eased, or perhaps it could be said that it had advanced from ordinary people to a level above friends, but not to the point of breaking the window paper.

Although Mu Qingcheng was too arrogant to admit it at that time, she actually knew this better than anyone else.

If Gu You hadn't interfered, perhaps her relationship with Xianyu would have gotten better and better.

There is no need to put on a show during the day and then close the door at night to speak your true feelings.

The two people, who were not a good match and should have been completely different from each other, had their fates intersected because of an accident.

It was also the first time that Mu Qingcheng felt an unprecedented feeling from an ordinary man whom she should have disdained and even looked down upon at the beginning.

When he disappeared or went out, she would always look out the window, and the moment she saw him, she would feel as if a weight had dropped from her heart.

He is the kind of person who, when he drives his luxury car out and gets it scratched or rubbed, he doesn't care what happens to that luxury car, no matter how expensive it is in the eyes of others.

But when she saw that he had some scrapes on his palms and knees, and told her with an embarrassed and awkward look that he would compensate for her car, she would easily fly into a rage and scold him for not stopping for half an hour.

Is it that broken BMW that she cares about?

Does she need him to compensate for the car?

Does she need him to compensate her for scratching his car?

If she was afraid that the car would be scratched or rubbed, why would she give the car to a little kid who just had his driver's license for less than a year?

Thinking of this, Mu Qingcheng felt a little annoyed. If she could beat him, she would at least hit him on the head a few times!

However, when Mu Qingcheng saw that Xianyu was no longer as repulsive to her as before and allowed her to sit on his neck, her eyes became warm.

It’s as if I’ve worked hard for a long time and finally got rewarded.

Even if it was just a little bit, Mu Qingcheng felt indescribable satisfaction in her heart.

"Huh? Why do you have white hair on your head?"

Mu Qingcheng looked down and saw that there were some white hairs on Xianyu's head mixed in with his thick black hair.

If you weren't so close and didn't look carefully, you really wouldn't be able to notice these white hairs that seemed to be shining with a faint silver light.

"Don't pull it out. You can't pull my hair out."

"Hey, I don't believe it. I want to pull it off and see."

The more Xianyu said this, the more curious Mu Qingcheng became. She was so curious that she even became rebellious and grabbed a white hair as long as her finger and tried to pull it out.

"Hiss! Silly woman! I told you not to pull it! If you pull one white hair, ten will grow! Don't you know that?" Qin Chuyu took a breath and slapped her on the thigh.

"Hey, I really can't pull it out. How did your hair grow so long? Could it be fake?"

Mu Qingcheng tried several times, but Xianyu slapped her thigh several times but failed to pull out the white hair, so she became more curious.

"Get lost! Do you believe me if I fall? I'm not an ordinary person and my hair must be different. Don't mess around."

Mu Qingcheng couldn't help but ask: "If you can't even pull it out, how do you cut your hair?"

"I don't need to cut my hair. My hair can be as long or as short as I want."

"Eh? Really? I don't believe it. You must be kidding me again."

"Tsk."

Qin Chuyu clicked his tongue.

The next second, his hair grew rapidly and in the blink of an eye it was longer than his waist and fell to the ground.

"Holy crap! How did you do that?"

Looking at the long hair in her hands that was softer and smoother than her own, Mu Qingcheng felt surprised and a little jealous.

Depend on!

Why is his hair, a man, nicer to touch than mine?

But Mu Qingcheng finally understood why this guy liked women with long hair.

Because other people's long hair is really fun.

Especially like this, which is soft and smooth, and has a faint fragrance, making people can't help but keep playing with it.

Qin Chuyu shook his head, and his long hair returned to normal at an astonishing speed.

Qin Chuyu said calmly: "It's a genetic problem. Anyway, I can't explain it to you clearly, and it's very troublesome. You just need to know that I can control its length."

"Oh... can you make it a little longer so I can play with it for a while?"

Qin Xianyu: “…”

Does this mean that people get redder when they are around red things, and blacker when they are around black things?

"Hey, salted fish." Mu Qingcheng played with his long hair and suddenly spoke.

"Ah."

"Tell me, if nothing happened before, would we have been like this a long time ago?"

"What kind?"

"Ride on your neck and pull your hair for fun."

"Yes, because with your bad personality, it would be strange if you didn't bully me every day."

Mu Qingcheng was embarrassed: "Do I have such a bad temper?"

Xianyu Liangliang added: "I have described it very tactfully. Your personality and bad temper are beyond description."

Mu Qingcheng: "..."

"If only those things hadn't happened..." Mu Qingcheng suddenly sighed.

There is sadness, grief, and a hint of regret.

"Don't let your imagination run wild, or I won't mind throwing you on the fire for a while."

"Hey hey hey! I'm just building up my emotions, don't interrupt the spell!"

Qin Xianyu was too lazy to listen to her nonsense. He used a small stick to pull out a blackened sweet potato from the charcoal and directly inserted a small bamboo stick into it.

He flicked his fingers lightly on the hard, blackened surface of the baked sweet potato.

The dark and hard surface of the sweet potato fell off, revealing a layer of roasted brown outer layer wrapped in sweet flesh.

"Here, it's hot, blow it yourself." Qin Chuyu handed her the roasted sweet potato.

Mu Qingcheng took it and smelled it first, then her eyes lit up: "What a nice smell! I haven't eaten sweet potatoes roasted like this for a long time!"

"Hoohoohoo."

Mu Qingcheng blew on it a few times, then passed it to Qin Chuyu's mouth: "It shouldn't be hot anymore, help me try it."

Qin Chuyu took a small bite, and the hot sweet potato made his eyelids jump: "You silly woman, you should lift up your outer clothes before blowing! Otherwise, what difference does it make whether you blow or not?"

"Eh? Is that so?"

Qin Chuyu: "...Your common sense, if I let you take care of the kids, I'm afraid Xiaoqi and Xiaoming will starve to death!"

"Hmph, no, because I can make money!" Mu Qingcheng raised her head somewhat arrogantly.

Then he took a bite of the sweet potato that Qin Xianyu had just bitten.

Mm, quite sweet.