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He lifted up his small black embroidered tube top, regardless of whether it was a men's room.

After thinking for a while, Ye Kongyin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth——Wen Xi, the first beauty in the Chinese department in the freshman year, and Gu Jiuran, the chief handsome guy in the third year, H University is really beautiful——

When Wen Xi walked to the school gate, his feet went limp and he almost fell.

Gu Jiuran immediately supported him: "What's wrong?" I didn't do anything last night...

"I don't know, it seems like someone is watching."

Although Wen Meiren said so, she didn't think too much, she pulled Gu Jiuran into the taxi:

"Master, please drive to Dongli Garden."

Where is Dongli Garden? The famous feng shui cemetery in N City, the sleeping place of Wenxi's parents, the place where Wenxi wanted Gu Jiuran to accompany her.

Along the way, Wen Xi squeezed Gu Jiuran's hand tightly, but remained silent.

Gu Jiuran had no choice but to slowly stroke the back of Wen Xi's hand, telling him again and again that he was here, don't be afraid, don't worry about any difficulties and resistance in the future - because he is with him.

The driver didn't know what was going on, so he froze on the congested road and played at a high speed, allowing the speed of the car to break the watch and break the watch in the strange silence, and arrived at Dongli Garden smoothly and without hindrance.

The temperature in N City is not high, and the autumn chrysanthemums have already swept across the city, big and small flowers are in clusters or curled up, blooming in every corner of the world.It is no exaggeration to say that the so-called blooming season moves the whole city.

Wen Xi stared blankly at the clusters of blooming chrysanthemums under the dark plaque in Dongli Garden, silent, but held Gu Jiuran's hand even tighter.

"Axi..." Gu Jiuran said softly, "I think this is the first time I've seen these two old people, so I can't neglect it—let's go buy flowers."

There are white chrysanthemums everywhere in Dongli Garden, piled up like mountains in clusters, making Wenxi's complexion like snow.He slowly squatted down, bought a bouquet of his mother's favorite chrysanthemums, and walked along an increasingly remote path with Gu Jiuran to a white tombstone.

On the tombstone, Zhu Hong's handwriting is as big as a bucket: "The tomb of Wen Kaihua, the first concubine, Hou Shuang, first test——Zi Wenxi weeps and stands on September [-], the year of the Wuzi".

September [-]th is today.

Three years ago, both of Wen Xi's parents died, and today, three years later, Wen Xi brought himself to sacrifice—this is enough to explain a lot of things.

Wen Xi knelt down, took a wet towel and slowly wiped the dusty tombstone in front of him. He didn't choose to use magic, he just wanted to do something for his parents within his ability, and do it himself.

Gu Jiuran accompanied Wen Xi to wipe the tombstone slowly, and gently placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.

In front of the tombstone that became bright and clean again, a somewhat tired Wen Xi leaned into Gu Jiuran's arms and slowly said: "I know, it's not good for me to do this, I'm forcing you to make a decision or I gave you A hint. But I just can't help it, especially today."

"I understand." Gu Jiuran patted Wen Xi's head, and leaned his chin: "Actually, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I always wanted to give you an action instead of a light promise to prove myself—if you don't leave If you don’t give up, I will depend on you for life and death.”

Wen Xi smiled slightly, but his eyes became brighter: "Aran, thank you."

Gu Jiuran kissed him on the forehead: "What are you talking about, I would like to thank our parents for sending you to this world, and I am also glad that I met the right you at the right time——no, my Axi It's always right!"

Wen Xi lowered his head slightly: "Our parents...what sent me to this world, as if the gunfire of the October Revolution sent us Marxism."

"Yes, our parents." Gu Jiuran pinched Wen Xi's nose, looked up at the tombstone, "Let's kowtow to our parents."

Son, this is an inevitable process for Gao Tang to meet with husband and wife...

"En." Wen Xi knelt down and kowtowed three times seriously with Gu Jiuran.

"Mom, Dad, he is the person I like, but he is a man, I hope you will forgive me."

"His name is Gu Jiuran, he," Wen Xi looked at Gu Jiuran who looked at him with a smile on his face and continued, "Ah Ran is very good to me, don't worry."

Gu Jiuran took Wen Xi's hand: "Mom, Dad, it might be offensive to call you that when we meet for the first time."

"But I love Wenxi, and I will take good care of him—I swear."

"Mom and Dad, I'll take it as your consent."

When Wen Xi heard this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly—it was really her own idea.

At this time, Gu Jiuran put his mouth close to Wenxi's ear: "Axi, I know——what happened three years ago, let's face it together."

Wen Xi was slightly stunned and then sneered: "You know—then the Ji Chuan family, I won't let him go so easily!"

Gu Jiuran suddenly said sourly: "I remember you like Ji Chuanhua very much..."

"...Gu Jiuran!"

"Don't be angry, I remember that Ji Chuanche will come to N City soon, he has a project and must come here." Gu Zhonggou hurriedly patted his hair.

"You did it?" the queen raised her eyebrows.

"Xiaozhi lures him with affection for profit, and adds something he is interested in."

The queen frowned, and then said with certainty: "I suddenly feel that you are too cunning, and I will suffer."

Gu Jiuran sweated silently: "..."

Wen Xi just leaned on Gu Jiuran's shoulder for a whole afternoon, and made a promise in front of her parents' joint tomb. There was no grief as imagined, only a touch of peace of mind and peace.

The two weeks of military training passed quickly, Wenxi and Gu Jiuran maintained this faint warmth, the sweetness was bubbling, Wenxi—but at the same time, the small room of Wenxi was full of gloom—why? A dismal one.

Although Gu Jiuran was threatened by Wenxi before to take good care of porridge and not to lose the meat, Wenxi forgot three things.First, Gu Zhonggou may not cling to Wen Meiren and take good care of our jealous little fox who is super clingy to Wenxi; second, we have to believe that our arrogant and awkward porridge will not compromise with Gu Shao ;As for the third point-do you think that the beauty of Ganquan will give up this opportunity to curry favor with Congee Congee?

Therefore, when Wenxi Gu Jiuran was sweet, the porridge was entangled by the sweet spring.

"Master, um, are you coming back today? Well, come back, then I—————" Porridge's big, watery eyes were almost narrowed into a line, and his pointed chin was raised high. The little fluffy snow-white paws are holding the microphone, and the tail is tightly wrapped around the telephone line. They are happily talking on the phone with Wenxi, watching the sea of ​​oasis and vinegar surging.

Nima, what a god!How could this porridge boy have such a temperament of being a proud queen and a loyal dog at the same time? Huhu!When facing Wenxi, she has a well-behaved face and is very flattering. As for the arrogant queen's attitude when facing Gu Jiuran Ganquan, we don't explain it...

"I understand, master, you need to come back early." Congee stretched out her pink flesh pad and stepped on the hang up button, pulled off the phone line, jumped off the round platform deftly, and walked in with small steps. kitchen.

Gan Quan immediately followed the kitchen.

Porridge just pretended not to see it and moved on.

Ganquan continued to advance.

"What are you doing!" Congee porridge flicked his tail, looking at the sweet spring as if he was facing an enemy, the chrysanthemum felt a dull pain.

"I cook." The reason is very strong - because the sweet Gu Shao not only took away Wen Xi, the beautiful and kind owner of our porridge, but also took away a bracelet of delicacies that Wen Xi made for Ganquan porridge. Let porridge porridge can't refuse any provocation from Ganquan-no!Feeding behavior that is provocative behavior.

Congee congee hummed, but his tone was awkward: "Ganquan, do you think you can cook? I, I tell you, I can too!"

Gan Quan flipped through the ingredients in the refrigerator, and when he heard this sentence, he looked down at the porridge with a funny face: "Okay, you can cook." Then he continued to flip through the ingredients, muttering to himself: "Is it teriyaki chicken legs or grilled chicken?" Where are the chicken legs?"

The little fox was deeply stimulated by the attitude of the sweet spring beauty looking down, and he - blew up.

"Meow meow, bah bah, that's not right! Aww, what the hell are you talking about! Do you mean that my porridge master can only eat beggar chicken? Let me tell you, I'm going to cook a table of dishes for my master today Hmph, just show me!"

Gan Quan suddenly - jealous and sad -

Although the heart is sour like a pickle jar, Ganquan's surface is still very calm: "Porridge, you can't change your shape these days, have you forgotten?" The implication is don't be brave, eat what you want Just sleep and sleep, don't be as old as a child.

Thinking of porridge here is even more sad and indignant. I was always unhappy in the few days after the owner left, so I chewed the tonic that Ganquan gave me as jelly beans, and chewed a lot of it a day-the result was too much, and the energy was not digested. I am afraid it will take a month. They're all animal shapes.

"You don't care! Can't I cook for my master in animal form? I only turned into a human two months ago. If I'm not in human form, I won't die - just cook me a meal."

I still don't believe it! "

Gan Quan is more depressed and more indignant, okay?Porridge, porridge, you are like a fox, isn't it painful to tell him that he can't eat every day?He is more depressed!

"You don't use your claws like knives, tearing flesh with your claws, do you?" Gan Quan decided to remind him to porridge.

Porridge was strangely silent, as if three years ago, I hadn't used my claws to tear the meat... The master simply cut the meat into small pieces

Feed yourself a small piece—tear it with your hands and eat it so dirty!

"Or can you use an induction cooker?" Continue adding ingredients.

Congee raised his paw silently, looked at his paw, which could press four buttons with one paw, and pierce the rubber button with one fingernail, and wept silently.

"Turn the gas stove switch?"

The snow-white fur will turn gray and black, and it will burn and become ugly, don't!