What kind of man is breastfeeding?

Ai?

Wait, what's the situation?

Xinjiu froze for a moment, her gaze stayed on Mob's flushed face—a moment later, she had an expression of sudden realization: Did her behavior stimulate the self-esteem of the adolescent boy?

She freed up one hand, stood on tiptoe and rubbed the top of Mob's head: "I understand, next time I encounter this kind of thing, I will try my best to rely on Kageyama-kun as much as possible."

Well, I understand. Teenagers don't like being treated like children.At this time, you have to follow his words and pretend that you will treat him as an adult!

In fact, real adults wish they were still children.

Rubbing the top of her hair with soft and dry palms, mob blushed even more.He knew that Xinjiu still regarded himself as a child, but grabbing Xinjiu's wrist and saying what he just said seemed to have exhausted all his courage.

So after Xinjiu smoothed his fur, mob let go of his hand in frustration, and followed behind Xinjiu with his head down, like a frustrated big dog.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and the mob was taken out to see that it was a message sent to him by Shi Jiang.

Master: Is breakfast delivered?

mob: Sent.

Master: How is it?How did Xiaojiu react?

mob: Miss Xinjiu said that she likes it very much...

Master:?

Master: We have known each other for more than a year, but you still call her Miss Xinjiu every day?

mob: Yes.

mob: [dragon tricks.jpg]

Master: Don't say you are my apprentice when you go out.

Master: You idiot!

……

Mob is wronged, mob doesn't know, mob feels that he is so difficult.

Frustrated, he followed Miss Xinjiu off the tram, but Mob still hung his head, in a state of abandonment.Xinjiu walked for a while, then looked back, the boy was still hanging his head in frustration.

She thought it was funny and deliberately slowed down. Although mob was very frustrated, he still slowed down and looked up at Xinjiu suspiciously: "Miss Xinjiu, is...are you tired from walking?"

There was no vacant seat on the tram just now, and Miss Xinjiu did stand all the way.Hmm... If you take a break, there seems to be an Internet cafe nearby?

"No," Xinjiu shook his head, looking up at mob with some amusement, his brows and eyes slightly curved: "I thought Mr. Yingshan was tired from walking, because you look very listless."

"Huh? No, no—I didn't—"

Mob was in a hurry to explain, but he was not good at words, and in front of the new wine, mob was always more nervous than usual, and his speech became even more upside down.

Xinjiu fully understood the embarrassment of the young man, and patted Mob on the shoulder kindly, with a smile on his face: "Don't be so nervous, we've known each other for so long, Kageyama-kun is still so shy."

The hand on the shoulder was petite and soft, and mob could smell the faint fragrance of wisteria flowers on the opponent's body.He froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered: It seems that when he met Miss Xinjiu recently, she smelled like this all over her body.

He couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Miss New Wine, have you changed your perfume?"

In fact, I wanted to ask a long time ago, but I never had the chance to be alone with Miss Xinjiu.If he is in the office, he is too stupid to chat with Miss Xinjiu in a natural way like Xia and his seniors.

I always feel that I suddenly bring up the matter of taste, and I feel like an idiot... No!etc!Isn't it strange to bring it up like this now?Wow, you won't be hated by Miss New Wine, right?

Mob nervously looked at Xinjiu, Xinjiu raised her arm calmly and took a sniff. As she raised her hand, some space was opened at the neckline of her shirt, and she could see the beautiful collarbone under her fair neck.

The butterfly in his heart instantly came to life.

Xinjiu lowered his arms and said with a smile, "Is it because the smell of wisteria is very strong? I haven't changed my perfume recently, but I have changed to shampoo—because the ghosts in the plane I'm temporarily in charge of are afraid of wisteria. So just to be safe , just try to infect yourself with the same smell."

Mob touched his cheek, it was hot.

His voice was weaker than before: "So it is."

"Speaking of perfume—"

Xinjiu folded his palms together and said happily, "I like the perfume that Mr. Yingshan gave me earlier, I really like the smell!"

"I originally planned to give you a gift in return the next day, but I received this new high-risk plane the next day, and I got busy and left this matter behind..."

"Ah, that, no, it doesn't matter!"

Mob waved his hands repeatedly, his ears were as red as maple leaves in the cool wind of early autumn: "It doesn't matter if Miss Xinjiu doesn't return the gift!"

"You two, are you too slow?"

A young man with blond hair and wearing an iron-gray suit, holding octopus balls in one hand and a fresh newspaper in the other, curled up in a long tube and swayed over Mob's shoulder.

Mob's eyes lit up immediately: "Master!"

"It's me, it's me—I saw you at the tram station just now, and I thought you would arrive before me. As a result, my little ball has finished queuing up, and you haven't reached the door yet, isn't it too slow?" He said, Linghuan handed the steaming little balls to Xinjiu: "Little balls, do you want to eat?"

Xinjiu waved his hand quickly: "I had breakfast on the way—strange, isn't Mr. Keya here?"

Linghuan conveniently stuffed the little balls into Xinjiu's hand, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door of the office: "Keye? I'll give him a day off today and let him go back to rest."

The psychic office is still the same, and the little dimple is sleeping on the sofa.As soon as the door opened, he rushed out immediately, circling around the new wine happily: "Ha! I knew it! I can feel your breath from afar..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, turned his head, and saw Mob's expressionless face.The little dimple shivered, and with a dry laugh, he put a safe distance of two meters away from Xinjiu: "Hahaha, long time no see, Maofu—why are you here?"

Linghuan found a comfortable position on the sofa to lie down, and at the same time raised her chin towards the new wine, motioning her to sit down: "I have carefully read the information you asked me to hand over to me last time."

"To be honest, I think the ghosts you encountered are actually two completely different creatures from what we usually call spirits. To be precise, I don't think those ghosts can be called human beings."

Xinjiu sat down opposite Linghuan, put down the little ball in his hand, frowned slightly and said, "I thought so too at first, but recently... I came into contact with a rather special ghost, do you want to hear about it?"

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's listen."

Xinjiu also worked as a part-time worker in Linghuan's office for a period of time, knowing that the other party was a little interested-she organized the language, blurred the names of Brother Jiguo, and told Linghuan their story .

After listening to this brother story that has dragged on for more than 400 years, Linghuan yawned long.He supported his chin and said: "So you think you can succeed this time because even if they become ghosts, they still have a human part in their hearts. As long as they can find their obsessions in life, Should they be allowed to voluntarily bask in the sun?"

Xinjiu shook his head: "It's impossible for every ghost to have such a persistent belief and strong action. Maybe some ghosts still miss the world and don't want to die because of it."

"I'm just wondering if the last example means that every ghost still retains the part of being born as a human in its heart."

"I see." Linghuan was very smart, and Xinjiu only mentioned the beginning, and he understood what Xinjiu wanted to express: "You mean, through psychological hints, let ghosts realize that even if they become ghosts, their true nature In fact, it is still human beings—no matter what kind of creature it is, as long as it has IQ and can think, it will have a resistance to eating its own kind.”

"That's right," Xinjiu nodded, and said, "When ghosts realize that their essence is still a part of human beings; as long as one ghost accepts this concept, the shared memory between ghosts will affect other ghosts. ghost."

Linghuan rubbed his chin, thoughtfully said: "Although I said so, I still find it difficult to implement. After all, the ghosts you meet are completely different from the spirits we usually meet."

"Even if spirits don't harm people, they can live on. But ghosts don't eat people, they will starve to death—humans and ghosts themselves constitute a link in the food chain, unless new food is found for ghosts and put on their menus. Human beings are no longer the only choice.”

After hearing Linghuan's words, Xinjiu fell into deep thought.She pinched her eyebrows and sighed helplessly: "The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is an endless loop. Unless all the people are turned into ghosts, or all the ghosts are turned into people, it seems that there is no way to get along well."

When Yuanyi was chatting with the boss before, Xinjiu also got a general understanding of the current situation of the ghost killing team: the whereabouts of ghosts are becoming more and more hidden and difficult to find, but the number has not decreased significantly.

After human beings become ghosts, both their physical fitness and their fighting instincts have undergone a qualitative leap.The ghost hunters of the ghost killing team often need to pay the price of their lives if they want to kill evil spirits. In addition, learning breathing methods also has strict requirements on physical fitness. Therefore, in recent years, excellent breathing skills in the ghost killing team There are very few French fighters.

On the contrary, it is the emergence of ghosts - it is too easy to create a ghost, all you need is the blood of the ghost king Wuyou, even if it is just a drop, you can create a powerful and extremely lethal ghost!Even Shangxian has the qualifications to turn ordinary people into ghosts.

"Actually, rather than taking a roundabout approach, I still suggest solving the problem from the root." Linghuan stuffed a small ball into his mouth and muttered, "We can't turn all people into ghosts, so we can only solve all the ghosts." Yes. The root of the evil is the ghost king—you have already played the clearance game, right? First clear the small boss, and finally kill the big boss."

"If you just brush some little monsters, the big boss will definitely not even know about you, let alone show traces. If you want to brush, you must brush the old one and the second, so that the plot can continue. Only the twelve ghosts under the ghost king Only when the ghost moons are picked out one by one will the furious ghost king show his feet."

Speaking of this, Linghuan became much more energetic, and had the pleasure of explaining the strategy to novices: "As long as you kill the first and second, no matter whether the final boss sends mobs to test him out, or goes to the battle to vent his anger, he can still be regarded as the king of ghosts." Great opportunity for information."

"Even if the car overturns in the end and the baby can't stop--"

Ling Huan dragged Mob in front of him, and patted Mob on the shoulder: "See? The strongest psionicist is here! Foreign aid will choose him, and the ashes will not be left for the boss!"

Linghuan is trying hard to sell her good apprentice, but Xinjiu is a little distracted.She thought of Hei Simou who committed suicide in the sun: As the king of ghosts, it is impossible for Wu Can not know the news of the previous one's death.

Wu Mi learned the news of the previous one's death = Wu Mi found out about his own existence = he just finished the pre-plot of the big boss?

Damn, as expected of me, the strongest card-drawing nanny of the century—bloated and bloated.

"I understand!"

The new wine slapped the table, and the flames of struggle lit up in the eyes: "I will collect information according to this idea when I go back-thank you, Master!"

Just as he was planning to continue blowing a wave of his apprentice's fantasy, the unfinished rainbow fart suddenly stuck in his mouth.He looked at Xin Jiu's excited face and coughed dryly: "No, you're welcome."

No—it’s so cute—the little girl’s excitement is about to light up the whole world.Who wouldn't like this shiny and cute girl?

I can fully understand why my honest apprentice can't catch up with the other party.

"Ahem—that, new wine." Linghuan quickly changed the subject, and said, "The last time I entrusted a task, the employer gave me a puppy and put it in the backyard. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Huh? Puppy?"

"Yes... But maybe it's because I just arrived in a new environment, and I'm not familiar with it, so it refuses to eat anything we feed it." Linghuan said, stood up and found an opened can of dog food from under his desk cabinet: "I think you are better at getting along with small animals, why don't you try to feed them?"

Xin Jiu took the dog food and agreed immediately: "Of course, but I'm not sure if it will eat what I feed."

Although she is indeed more attracted to small animals, Xinjiu knows very well that she is not a yen—even if she is a yen, there are people who don't love money.So you can't treat any person or thing with the idea of ​​'the other party will like you anyway'.

This is also the truth that Xinjiu learned when he was very young.

When Xinjiu left with the dog food in his arms, Linghuan immediately put away the smile on his face and hooked Mob's neck: "Okay, now that Xiaojiu isn't here, you can tell me first - has your relationship improved compared to half a year ago?" ?”

Mob, who was hooked by the neck, fell into deep thought after hearing the teacher's question.He began to think hard - half a year ago?half year later?

The title half a year ago: Miss New Wine, Mr. Shadow Mountain, a little trick.

The title after half a year: Miss New Wine, Mr. Shadow Mountain, a little trick.

mob frustrated: "No progress."

Even Sakamoto-senpai had a dinner date with Miss Shinshu alone!He had only participated in two dinner parties with Miss Xinjiu, and it was also a reunion dinner with the administrators of the second district!

"A trick, you can't do this—" Ling Huan was worried after hearing this, and said: "If you continue like this, you will really become a trick, don't you want to?"

Mob immediately shook his head: "I don't want to be treated like a child by Miss Xinjiu anymore!"

"Actually, I have a good idea," Xiaojiu's dimples popped out, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Maofu, you are just too nervous, the more nervous you are, the harder it is to talk to Xiaojiu."

"But you can lend me your body—I'm not nervous, I can ask Xiao Xinjiu out for you! As long as you return your body on a date..."

"No need," mob looked at the dimple expressionlessly, and said calmly, "I will ask Miss Xinjiu by myself, you are not allowed to harass Miss Xinjiu."

Looking at the shivering little dimple, Linghuan sighed: "Ah, in front of Xiao Xinjiu, if you show one-third of your aura in front of Xiao Xinjiu, she won't treat you like a child anymore."