[River God] The missing young master

When he woke up the next day, Ding Mao felt refreshed. Last night's dream did not leave a mark on his heart, as if it hadn't happened.

"Hey, the sun is still quite bright." He looked out of the window and was blinded by the sunlight for a moment.

Lian Huaqing sat aside and played with the bugs, and replied flatly, "Can it be enough, it's already noon."

Ding Mao scratched his messy hair and laughed, "I'm going to wash up." Then he got up.

Lian Huaqing shouted behind him, "Go to eat after cleaning up, don't wait for me."

Ding Mao thought he had something to do, so he nodded, "Got it."

When Ding Mao cleaned up and came out, Lian Huaqing was no longer in the room, but he just brought the porcelain pot for playing with bugs and put it on the table. Ding Mao didn't take it seriously when he saw it, put on some clothes and walked out of the bedroom Ready to go to the dining room for lunch.

In the corridor, he passed by the little fairy, he nodded politely and was about to leave, but the little fairy grabbed his arm, and the little fairy pushed him against the wall fiercely, looking at him , "You haven't changed at all."

Ding Mao struggled angrily, "What are you doing! Nothing has changed, get up!"

Is this person mentally ill?Ding Mao thought angrily.

The little god shook his head and sighed, "I was wrong, there are still changes."

Ding Mao kicked him away and asked angrily, "What are you talking about?"

The little fairy didn't answer him, just pointed to his head with his finger, took a look at him and left, leaving Dingmao jumping angrily on the spot.

Ding Mao hammered the wall and scolded the innocent Lian Huaqing, "Lian Huaqing! You are a psychopath!"

At the same time, in the study, Lian Huaqing who was talking with Xiao San suddenly sneezed.

"Ah-"

"Are you okay?" Xiao San asked concerned.

Lian Huaqing shook his head to indicate that he was fine, but thought in his heart, "The little bastard must have scolded me again." He didn't doubt his thoughts at all, because since Ding Mao came, the number of times he sneezed has increased significantly. People who smoke heavily will not get sick easily.

While thinking about how to deal with Ding Mao later, he continued talking to Xiao San.

"You bring Guo Deyou, even if he is not a holy boy, there must be a way to suppress the disease if he can live to this day."

Xiao San thought for a while and pointed out, "Why not use Ding Mao, obviously he is..."

Lian Huaqing was startled, "How do you know that!"

Xiao San nodded slightly and replied, "I had a face-to-face meeting with him when I left yesterday, and he fell ill soon after I went back. If he wasn't a holy boy, he should have fallen ill by then, but he didn't, so that's why Suffice it to say."

Lian Huaqing grabbed him by the neck and threatened secretly, "You must never tell this matter! Did you hear that!"

Xiao San responded with a wry smile, "I won't say anything, don't worry, I will bring Guo Deyou as soon as possible."

"It's better as you said." Lian Huaqing looked at Xiao San suspiciously, seeming quite worried about him.

Xiao San didn't want to stay any longer, picked up the hat on the coffee table and said, "I have nothing else to do, I'm leaving first."

"Go."

When Xiao San left, Lian Huaqing looked at the time on the foreign clock and murmured, "Little bastard, dare to scold me."

He walked out of the study to the dining room, but met Ding Mao who was angry on the way, "Who messed with you?"

Lian Huaqing kicked the wall, hugged his feet and wailed the next moment, "It hurts me to death! It's not the one you brought back yesterday."

Lian Huaqing stepped forward to support him, "Why did he recruit you?"

Ding Mao looked at him tearfully and complained, "He pushed me against the wall without saying anything, and kept telling me inexplicable things, why did I change, I haven't changed..."

If it weren't for him, I would have finished my meal long ago, and it would be cold by now, Ding Mao thought resentfully.

Lian Huaqing's eyes darkened, and he comforted, "I'll tell him later, don't talk to him, he's out of his mind."

Ding Mao suddenly realized, "So that's what happened." No wonder he kept pointing at his head before leaving, he was telling himself that there was something wrong with his mind.

"Does your foot still hurt?" Lian Huaqing asked with concern.

Ding Mao scratched his hair and smiled, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then go eat, I haven't eaten yet." Lian Huaqing said and helped Ding Mao to walk towards the dining room.

"Hey, you don't need to support me, even if it doesn't hurt."

Lian Huaqing said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you will fall?"

Ding Mao curled his lips, "You coax the child."

Lian Huaqing put Ding Mao on the chair and served him a bowl of rice, "Compared to me, you are just a child."

Ding Mao was about to eat with a bowl in his hand, when he heard this, he pouted and complained, "Old goblin!"

Lian Huaqing smiled and joked, "That's right, the old goblin always catches children to eat, you have to be careful."

Ding Mao, who had already thrown his heart out at the meal, would not have the time to talk to him, he just casually perfunctory and stopped talking.

Lian Huaqing sat opposite and looked at him feeling helpless.