three feet away from me

kiss who?Wen Xucong was dazzled by the sun, and tilted his head in Du Xingqing's hand. He saw the grass under the tree move slightly, Wen Xucong thought in a daze, kiss me?

kiss Me!Wen Xucong suddenly opened his eyes wide, put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him away: "Du Xingqing!"

"Here it is!" Du Xingqing let him push away, responded, looked at Wen Xucong and smiled lazily: "What do you want me to do?"

Wen Xucong stared at him, looking a little annoyed, but he didn't speak.

"Okay, okay!" Du Xingqing was well versed in the principle of accepting as soon as he was offered, the young man couldn't help teasing him, and then ran away in a rage, and he had to coax him.

Du Xingqing took the lead in propping himself up, and then took Wen Xucong's hand to help him up. Then, regardless of Wen Xucong's struggle, he patted the dust off the back of his robe, and straightened the messy skirt.

"Okay!" Du Xingqing patted Wen Xu's pale and tender face: "Is your son satisfied? This is my first time serving someone."

Who let you serve!Du Xingqing was simply helpless, Wen Xucong's face was flushed, it was hard to tell whether it was anger or annoyance.

He stared at Du Xingqing for a long while, then flicked his sleeves lightly and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Du Xingqing grabbed him.

Wen Xucong took a cautious step back and looked at him warily: "Go back."

He was afraid that Du Xingqing would suffer from hysteria again. Only one of them could go out in this mountain forest today.

"I can't eat you again, you wait for me," Du Xingqing dragged him back helplessly and funny, and looked up at the flowers on the apricot tree: "The flowers bloom beautifully, I'll pick a few for you and put them back On the bedside, I can sleep well at night."

The pink petals fell rustlingly. Du Xingqing pulled a branch of the tree and pulled the flowers down. He picked the flowers evenly. This branch, that bunch, picked one branch and put it in Wen Xucong's arms. Finally, Wen Xucong held it in Wen Xucong's arms The apricot blossoms were all overwhelmed, and Du Xingqing jumped down from the tree.

"Yo!" Du Xingqing smiled: "So many! I don't think I picked a lot."

Wen Xucong's voice came from behind the apricot blossoms, muffled: "You can cut this tree back."

"What did you say?" Du Xingqing deliberately teased him: "I can't hear you clearly."

This person is really... nasty!Wen Xucong pinched Du Xingqing's villain in his heart, and then poked him hard.

Du Xingqing saw the bouquet of flowers trembling for a long while before he struggled to get Wen Xucong's serious head out.

"I said," Wen Xucong held the flowers in both hands, and was about to repeat what he had just said: "You take that tree..."

"Okay, I get it. Why are you so cute? Just tell me what you want."

Wen Xucong's hands were empty, Du Xingqing took a bouquet of pink and white apricot blossoms, and held them lightly in his hands. The look of ease and ease was very different from Wen Xucong's look of not seeing his head just now.

"Too many, it doesn't look good in a bottle," Du Xingqing immersed himself in picking among a pile of flower branches: "I'll get you some."

Du Xingqing said he wanted to take a few branches, and Wen Xucong waited for him under the tree. Du Xingqing's fingers shuttled among the apricot blossoms.

I have to admit that when the young master is serious and quiet, his looks can give him an advantage, just like the spring sun and summer wind, no matter how he looks at it, he looks good, and no matter how he looks, he makes people feel comfortable.

Du Xingqing picked the flowers too much just now, a black object was exposed from his arms, and Wen Xucong could clearly see the soldier talisman on Du Xingqing's skirt.

"Why don't you give the soldier talisman to the prince?"

"Well, what?" Du Xingqing's subordinates were picking flowers, and Wen Yan turned to Wen Xucong's side when he heard the words: "You talk about a soldier talisman, it's just a soldier talisman, can he still beat me?"

"What?" Wen Xucong took the initiative to speak, Du Xingqing raised his head and smiled: "You didn't take the soldier talisman back, did your father beat you?"

Du Xingqing looked at him with a smile like this, Wen Xucong felt that his arm started to hurt, he didn't look at Du Xingqing, and answered in a low voice: "No."

"That's true," Du Xingqing shifted his gaze back to the apricot blossom in his hand: "Why is your father willing to beat you?"

People in the world always guess other people's lives based on their own thoughts or lives. A cheerful and magnanimous person sees that the people around him are gentle and wise, and young people will not use good intentions to judge human nature.

Du Xingqing said this calmly, Wen Xucong looked at him carefully, presumably in the palace, the young master is very loved by his parents.

But such a pampered and pampered young master, hangs around with people from his old enemy's family every day, even if he loves him, can his parents let him go!

"Hey, here it is."

The bouquet of flower branches was picked out by Du Xingqing, and the slanted branches were dotted with a few pink flowers, which looked quite special.

Wen Xucong took it in silence, grabbed the branch under the flower with his hands, and said for a long while, "Thank you."

"No guest..."

"Du Xingqing!"

"Huh? What's the matter?" The sound was clear and crisp, and Du Xingqing was flattered, looking at his ancestors holding flowers under the tree.

Wen Xucong lowered his head, the sun was behind him, and the shadow fell on the bouquet of apricot blossoms, and the place not covered by Wen Xucong seemed to be shining brightly.