Xi Shijing

Qiao Weixian lay sideways on the bed the next day, looked up and saw light in the clouds, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

His hands touched his waist, which was flat, slippery and cool.As he touched it, he began to think about something in a daze.

He thought that Yuanji's belly might be more bumpy here, without any fat, and after being washed in the rain, the color is deep and moist.The shape is really good, when the waist is twisted, the two lines are bent and engraved very clearly.When you want to catch fish, this place is also very helpful, right?

Qiao Weixian grabbed the corner of the pillow, and remembered Yuan Ji's mad comment again: You said it was just for me to catch fish?

Talking to myself, who asked him to fish for me?

He twisted his mind, twisted the corner of the pillow to empty the cotton, and finally noticed something unusual.He found that he seemed to be rejuvenated now, showing a strange lack of stability.It's like today's short sunny day after the rain, but in fact it has nothing to do with him, Qiao Weixian.

The little sparrow had been in Yuanji's favor recently and drank a few sips of silver carp soup.

Yuan Ji made some extra silver carp that he had caught. The soup had a strong taste, and the children followed the smell, like a mouse on a lampstand, and came over.Yuan Ji looked at the soup froth on his lips, thought it was funny, and wiped it off for him: "Is it so delicious?"

The little sparrow shrank its legs, reluctant to let out the heat of the soup.He picked up the bowl: "Brother Yuanji, how did you remember to make this soup?"

Yuan Ji squatted on the ground, raised his face for a while, and smiled: "I can't tell you that."

The little sparrow blinked its round eyes and muttered, showing its precocious intuition: "I can't say, I just guess from Mr. Joe."

Yuan Ji was so surprised that he sat down on the ground: "Okay, you little sparrow, you've lost your mind!"

The little sparrow looked at Yuan Ji at this moment, and suddenly lowered his eyebrows, looking discouraged.He couldn't bear to see Yuan Ji's hot face sticking to his cold ass: "Brother Yuan Ji, what good things hasn't he tried? How can he like us?"

As soon as the little sparrow wiped his mouth, the oil in the soup was pitifully thin, and it was wiped clean.

Yuan Ji patted the ashes on his hands before he paused.He knew that Qiao Weixian really had a bad temper, and most of the offerings were ineffective, and if he was stubborn, he would be unable to get off the stage. If he didn't give himself face, how could he give face to others?

But Yuanji didn't know why, he was blindly sure: Qiao Weixian would really go and make fish soup for drinking.

By what kind of relationship is it sure?

"This... I am his friend!"

The little sparrow raised his eyes again, but his eyes dimmed: "Really? Did Master Qiao say the same?"

Yuan Ji really couldn't continue for a while, he raised his hand and flicked the little sparrow's forehead, and he couldn't turn the corner:

Is it right?

Qiao Weixian drank the fish soup for five days.

In fact, the three or four silver carp sent by Yuanji were boiled while they were fresh in the first two days. However, the servants in the mansion saw that Qiao Weixian usually ate sluggishly, but now he drank so seriously that he even cleaned the dishes, thinking that he had discovered his new food. Because of my hobby, I chased him for another three days.Qiao Weixian was very annoyed when he drank to the end: "Damn it, go tell the kitchen to stop cooking!"

Therefore, there are many new rumors in Qiao's mansion, for example, Qiao Weixian only drinks silver carp caught in heavy rain, and the scales of the fish have to be soaked in the rain, why is this man so disciplined?It is really difficult to serve.

This word was passed to Qiao Weixian's ears by the housekeeper, but Qiao Weixian couldn't say it because of the case: "It's unreasonable, it's so boring!" He took a breath, and swallowed again: "How do you manage things? You know that I am because—" He Before he finished speaking, Butler Qian immediately continued nonchalantly: "It's from Yuan Ji!"

Qiao Weixian was slow for a moment, and raised his head: "He gave it, what happened to him?"

Qian Youfang didn't know, so he said, "The master has a good relationship with him!"

Qiao Weixian obviously couldn't make up his mind: "Do I have a good relationship with him?"

"Very good! You went out to meet him that night, and everyone..."

Qiao Weixian didn't move at all, but his face became cloudy.The speaker is always unintentional, but the listener always listens with intention.

Qian Youfang didn't know where he made a slip of the tongue, and tentatively chased after him: "There must be someone who has a poor confidant!"

Qiao Weixian leaned east and west on the wheelchair, and hadn't thought about how to respond, when he heard Qian Youfang's answer, he patted the armrest lightly: "Exactly," he frowned, "What kind of confidant, it doesn't count! "