three feet away from me

For the next two days, Du Xingqing took a broom and swiped randomly in the garden every morning to settle the matter, and then went out to wander around Xie's mansion. He was good-looking, and he always smiled when talking to people, Those who came and went, all the servants in the mansion knew that there were two handsome young men in the mansion, and many little girls were waiting for Du Xingqing to go out and talk to them openly and secretly.

Wen Xucong didn't like to talk to people, at first Du Xingqing dragged him out, but some extroverted and cheerful little maids were not afraid of him, they chattered around his ears and asked questions, which made him have a headache, so the second time Du Xingqing When pulling him out again, the little prime minister turned his body to the side to read a book, leaving Du Xingqing with a back view of indifference and rejection.

However, staying behind closed doors can't stop some little girls who are springing up and blinded by beauty.After all, the little prime minister had to suffer a lot for his indifference.

As soon as Du Xingqing appeared at the gate of the courtyard, a group of little maids rushed towards him like fish that saw fish eating.

"Brother is here again, isn't the garden busy today?"

"Look, little brother, I had a good mille-feuille in the kitchen yesterday, and I saved it for you."

"Brother, where is your younger brother? Why didn't you see him!"

Du Xingqing seemed to have seen the thousands of troops on the battlefield running towards him with billows of smoke and dust. He let out a hush at first, and then immediately retreated. Thinking of all the hard work for this purpose, every day he repaired trees and planted flowers, he would soon be against that The scissors created a friendship of sympathy and sympathy, and how could he allow him to retreat as soon as he said it, so he forced himself to stop, with a smile on his face that was crying blood in his heart, and picked out one of the questions that he was interested in. .

"I'm not busy today, my brother is a little unwell today, resting at home."

"what!"

This sentence is like a boulder being thrown into the river and sea, causing a turbulent wave among the little girls. If the younger brother is not feeling well, it means that the younger brother is sick. The little boy looks weak and weak. If he is sick, then he has it.

So at that moment, half of the little maids around Du Xingqing were gone, and they all ran to Wen Xucong's hut from all directions.

Du Xingqing didn't care, but suddenly there were so many fewer people that made him shrug his shoulders and continue his day's gag and side-talking about soldiers.

Du Xingqing, who was lingering among the flowers, didn't know how much his casual sentence had hurt Wen Xucong.

It was still a morning of returning without success, Du Xingqing carried the food boxes of him and Wen Xucong, and walked back to the hut. From a distance, he heard what seemed to be noise in the hut.

What's going on here?Du Xingqing stretched his long legs and strode to the place where Xie Mansion and Wen Xucong temporarily lived.

The door of the hut was open, and Du Xingqing glanced at the scene inside.

This glance was no small matter, Du Xingqing was so frightened that the food box in his hand almost dropped, and he couldn't stop taking a few steps back.

In the hut, Wen Xucong was surrounded by several girls of all ages. When she got up in the morning, her hair was already untied, her coat was messy on her shoulders, and her fingers were frantically pulling at the clothes caught at her elbows. Those little maids are so bold, you One hand and one paw are picking up Wen Xucong's clothes like an aniseed spider. The poor little prime minister can take care of one end but not the other. Xu Cong's complexion was already very bad, there was still some gray in the blue and white.If Du Xingqing came back a quarter and a half later, he might see Wen Xucong being raped into something.

"You guys, what are you doing?" Du Xingqing couldn't speak, trembling, trot forward, entered the house, tried his best to rescue the poor little prime minister from the wolves, and asked heartbroken: "Broad daylight!" , Lang Lang Qian Kun, you girls, don’t you know how to be ashamed! What did you do to me, Xu, to my brother! Beasts!”

Wen Xucong hid behind him, hiding himself completely.

"I heard that my brother is sick, let's take care of him!"

"That's right," a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the little girl looked at Wen Xucong with unsatisfied interest and said, "People who are sick should rest more, we just undress our little brother and go to bed to rest."

"That's right, that's right," Du Xingqing protected Wen Xucong to avoid being murdered again, while driving people out: "Don't worry about it, sisters, I'm back, and my younger brother is still well taken care of by me, so you know it first, Thank you, ah, goodbye."

"Hey hey?" Although he was a little bit unrestrained, the young boy blushed when he pulled the skirts of his clothes with them helplessly, which was very attractive, but his brother came back, and if he said something good to take care of him, he would inevitably do it for him. Criticism, so a group of little girls like wolves and tigers left reluctantly.

"The world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not old!" Du Xingqing closed the door and muttered: "The little girl now is too crazy, Xu Cong, are you okay?"

Wen Xucong propped his hands on the table, looking a little embarrassed, he took a low breath, then raised his head, his eyes were still somewhat tired: "I'm reading in this room."

"Ah."

"They come in and take off my clothes."

"Ok?"

"Say I'm sick and need to recuperate."

"what!"

Wen Xucong used his hands to pin the hair on the sideburns behind his ears, revealing a handsome face, and his glazed eyes were staring at him without sadness or joy: "They said it was my brother who said I was sick."

"Hmm~!"

Du Xingqing's flat voice turned a different tune, and the tail tune rose and dissipated in the dust flying in the sunlight by the window. In the silent silence, Du Xingqing felt some kind of dangerous aura belatedly.

"I'm not……"

By the time he came to his senses and wanted to defend himself, it was already too late, and Wen Xucong had already walked over with a sullen face.

"Xu Cong, it's not like that, wait a minute, really, I just accidentally made a mistake, I didn't have a reason..."

So what?The little prime minister didn't hear it clearly, but he didn't want to hear it anymore. Sometimes, it is more practical to use hands than words. In the past few days, Wen Xucong has fully realized this truth.