Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Ling Chuan nodded, "Did you see? The spiritual power can be released. Suzaku's spiritual power has also been relatively enhanced..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Chuan was suddenly hugged tightly by Qingkong, "I just said... I just said... how could you commit suicide... Ling Chuan, you scared me to death, you know... Ling Chuan ..."

Ling Chuan hummed, reached out and patted his back, "Oh, I made it, I made it..."

That night, Ling Chuan and Luo Weiyu, who just came back from visiting relatives, talked about the matter. After listening to his words, Luo Weiyu was silent for a long time, and finally said in a bad mood: "This means that Qingkong has a good temper. If I were replaced by Lao Tzu, fan You go away! You have done all the work and still play this hand, I have never seen you so hypocritical!"

Ling Chuan raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, "Let him do it, why am I looking for death?! He didn't have an IQ, and your IQ was eaten by a dog?"

Luo Weiyu expressed that he disliked him very much, "People who are in love have no IQ to speak of, who knows where his IQ went so far..."

Ling Chuan no longer bothered to talk to him, "You brought Yong'er back to her mother's house, where is Yong'er?"

Mentioning this, Luo Weiyu felt a little embarrassed, "When I came back, my mother detained him. She said she liked the child, so she sent me back to pack my things and send him back at night."

Ling Chuan whistled, and said enthusiastically, "Eh? You got your in-laws settled so quickly?"

Luo Weiyu showed concern, "What are you talking about!"

Ling Chuan pouted, "I was wrong... it should be the mother-in-law!"

"..."

At night, Luo Weiyu went upstairs with Han Jiyong, who was sent back by Luo's mother, only to find that Qingkong, who was driven out of the house by Ling Chuan before, was standing in the shadow of the stairwell, gloomyly looking at her. them.

Luo Weiyu stretched out her hand and touched her arm—inexplicable goosebumps all over her body...

Qingkong had nowhere to go, so he could only come up to Luo Weiyu.

While opening the door, Luo Weiyu said helplessly: "You are too self-conscious..."

Qing Kong nodded, "It should."

"..."

The things in the clear sky are still downstairs, Luo Weiyu comforted: "He didn't throw out your things, which means that he must not really let you go back...It should be fine after a while, don't be too Worry……"

Qingkong really realized it, "Well, I know." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, with a slight smile on his face, "Actually...although he doesn't want to admit it, he still likes me..."

Luo Weiyu nodded in agreement.

He always felt that if Ling Chuan was really in a cold war with Qing Kong, he might not last long before he would surrender—but he didn't expect Ling Chuan to be serious this time.

For a week, Qingkong did not see Ling Chuan.

It's not that Ling Chuan avoids Qing Kong on purpose - Ling Chuan usually does normal activities, he should be at home when he should go to work, but Qing Kong just can't meet him no matter what.As if really avoiding him.

Every time Qingkong thinks of these things, he feels heartbroken, and his rationality at the beginning is gradually exhausted by Ling Chuan's silent confrontation.

If Ling Chuan's cold treatment of him was just a pile of unburned gunpowder, then one night a few days later, seeing Ling Chuan being hugged and kissed by a man downstairs was the fuse. , completely detonated the precarious balance between the two.