Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The atmosphere was quite awkward for a while.

Lou Ying responded the fastest, put down the book, and bowed gently and humbly: "See the thirteenth prince. Sorry for being weak and inconvenient to worship."

… That being said, his fingers were still pressed on Ichikoike's hands.

Chi Xiaochi quietly pumped his hand back, but did not twitch.

He pumped back with enthusiasm. If anyone wanted to make half of it, Lou Ying suddenly let go.

With a loss of strength, Chi Xiaochi's footstool almost turned over, and the other end was raised high. If Lou Ying did not support his arm from the back in time, he was afraid that he would fall down with the footstool.

The foot of the stool slammed on the ground, making a loud noise, shaking the ground.

Chi Xiaochi turned to his side, glaring at Lou Ying slightly, and said nothing. He stood up and straightened, respectfully saluting: "See the thirteenth prince."

Such acts of flirting and cursing fell on Yan Yuanheng's eyes, causing his eyes to sting like a needle.

Yan Yuanheng weighed down his emotions: "... can you please go out."

The opposite Shi Yun stopped for a moment, and lifted Yu Fengmian from the couch, as if he was going to help him in a wheelchair and pushed out the door.

Yan Yuanheng added: "Su Chang, I'm talking about you."

After the sour gas that made his eyes bloom, Yan Yuanheng calmed down slowly.

He thought that there was nothing wrong with his tone, but that the original book of soldiers' books that had been opened had slightly deformed in his hand: "I have read many books of soldiers recently, and I have a lot of experience. I heard that Mr. Yu had control of Bao Zhicai and thought May I ask Mr. Yu some questions? "

Shi Dingyun looked at each other on the couch, and seemed to be exchanging opinions with his eyes.

When the two eyes met, the feeling of being stabbed back to Yan Yuanheng.

Fortunately, they did not look at each other for a long time, and Shi Dianyun stood up and retreated, leaving the two in their accounts alone.

Yan Yuanheng sat down on a circle chair far away from Fengmian and secretly spit out a sulky gas: "Mr. has long lost his name, although I have heard of it, this is my first meeting."

Yu Fengmian on the couch calmly said: "The thirteenth prince is polite."

"When does sir enter the house?"

"In the eleven years of Jianping, I first entered Wangcheng."

... When Jianping was eleven years old, when Shiling Yun was fourteen years old.

Yan Yuanheng was relieved: "I and Ding Yun were reading together at the age of six. It was earlier to talk about acquaintances. He has always escaped from acting for others. If he has any disrespect in front of him, please understand him. "

Yu Fengmian smiled suddenly: "The thirteen princes don't care, I like him like this."

This unpredictable straight ball dried up Yan Yuanheng.

He opened his mouth, and as soon as he wanted to say something, Yu Fengmian cut his head off: "Isn't the thirteen princes saying something, and I want to ask some questions? I must know everything."

Yan Yuanheng used several issues that he was preparing to discuss with Shi Zheyun, all in the communication with Yu Fengmian.

Yu Fengmian is indeed a good gentleman. One problem is explained in simple terms, and he is good at giving examples. Even a person who is slightly involved in military affairs can understand.

However, Yan Yuanheng was not happy at all.

These questions were originally intended to chat with Shi Dingyun privately.

He managed to figure it out.

After explaining the issues pointed out by Yan Yuanheng one by one, Yu Fengmian stopped: "Thirteen princes, can Yu understand?"

Yan Yuanheng closed the page: "I understand."

"Yu is a person who loves books. I wonder if I can remind you?" Yu Fengmian pointed to the wrinkles pinched by him on the book, "... please also ask the thirteenth prince to take care of the pages."

Yan Yuanheng pursed his lips, his face more tense: "Yes."

After the question was asked, Yu Fengmian began to talk about the polite gossip: "Always listen to the son, the thirteenth gentleman, a gentleman, seeing today, it is really extraordinary."

Yan Yuanheng unconsciously raised his chin slightly.

He himself didn't know how naive his appearance was in the eyes of outsiders: "I never heard him mention his husband, but I always listened to Brother Six Emperor. When I met today, I only learned that Mr. Xun had a great ability."

Yu Fengmian didn't mind: "I don't want to be ill because of bad health and poor background. Thanks to the general's approval and the protection of my son, I am so ashamed that I have such love."

"Love?" Yan Yuanheng grinned dryly. "He and everyone are like this."

Yu Fengmian didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, or simply couldn't bother to ignore: "Is there anything else for the thirteenth prince to ask?"

Yan Yuanheng got up: "Excuse me."

He stepped out of the tent and stopped to pass by while talking to Chu Ziling outside. Without stopping, he went straight.

Shi Dingyun called him back one or two times, and when he turned a deaf ear, he simply followed.

Yan Yuanheng heard the tight footsteps in the back, and the tight corner of his mouth finally relaxed slightly.

He deliberately reduced the pace.

Sure enough, Shi Zhiyun caught up after a few moments: "Yuanheng! What's wrong? You and your husband have an argument?"

Yan Yuanheng turned his head: "... Do you think I am such a person?"

Shi Dingyun looked relieved and patted him on the shoulder. It seemed that he was planning to return to the account.

... does he really think he is fine? !!

Yan Yuanheng was sore in heart and blurted out: "Stop!"

Shi Dianyun turned back curiously.

Yan Yuanheng Tieqing walked forward with a face: "Come in my account, I have something to ask you."

Shi Dianyun raised an eyebrow and followed.

Yan Yuanheng turned his back to the account coldly and sat down on the couch.

Shi Dingyun didn't recognize him at all, and took a seat beside him. He took the teapot and poured two cups of tea. He drank and passed the tea cup with one hand: "Well."

Yan Yuanheng took the tea cup and said coldly, "Thank you."

Shi Dingyun asked, "What happened to you?"

……good question.

From the beginning, Yan Yuanheng has been thinking about the same issue.

……What's wrong with me?

Obviously, there is nothing wrong with the wind sleep, why do you want to be so strange to the first-seeing person?

Yan Yuanheng pressed the tea cup to his lips, trying to squeeze the unknown sourness that spread to the throat.

He turned his eyes and accidentally saw that when Zhan Yun's right hand lay on the side of the desk, his index finger clicked on the table.

Shi Dianyun has had this problem since he was a child. When he is free, he likes to knock on the desktop.

Yan Yuanheng corrected him many times, thinking that this was not a good habit.

And this time, Shi Xiaoyun's little move provoked him to be dissatisfied dozens of times higher than usual.

He suddenly stood up: "Renqing!"

The guard outside the door responded: "Thirteen princes, what do you tell me?"

Yan Yuanheng released the tea cup: "Last time, Major General hit the basin with hot water."

The guard didn't ask why, and when he answered yes, he retreated.

Soon, a pot of hot water was brought into the tent, and according to Yan Yuanheng's words, he stopped before Yun.

Shi Dianyun raised one eyebrow, dipped his hand in hot water, and took a towel that was soaked in hot water, and wiped his hands while he said, "Yuanheng, what is this? My hands are clean. Pour It's just tea, don't be so disgusted with me. "

Yan Yuanheng naturally knew.

But only by watching the towel rub his hands can his heart feel a little more comfortable.

Ren Qing stepped down again.

There are only two people left in the account, and Yan Yuanheng finally asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "The person you said to me at first was in wind sleep?"

He wanted to hear a negative answer from Shizhangyun.

However, Shi Dingyun seemed to be interested in him, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "What if I said yes."

Although Yan Yuanheng had long guessed in his heart, the words fell into his ears, still sounding like thunder, and his ears were numb, his heart was tormented by magma, and a cloud of fire was burning.

He looked up to Yan Yuanheng: "Are you telling my father?"

Yan Yuanheng was so angry that his lips trembled, and he put the tea cup on the table. A plum-colored flush appeared on his cheeks: "I'm not the kind of whistleblower! You Shizhunyun is willing to abuse your reputation, so ... What's wrong with Yan Yuanheng? "

As soon as the words came out, Yan Yuanheng knew that the word "unbearable" was really excessive.

Mrs. Yan Yuanheng is a gentleman. Good education keeps him from picking on others' shortcomings.

He can understand the southern Xinjiang language, knows what the decoration of Yu Fengmian's eyes means, and he knows Yu Fengmian's disability. He can clearly list them one by one, proving how incompatible he is with Shi Dingyun.

But even if he was still angry, he immediately apologized for his inappropriate words: "Sorry. I didn't mean to stigmatize in the wind. I just want to ..."

He spent a lot of time on it and didn't say exactly what he "thought".

There was a subtle change in Shizunyun's face, and a tea cup was also placed: "Yeah. What are you doing with the thirteenth prince?"

Yan Yuanheng said: "I ..."

"The thirteenth prince's tea is good, and the hand washing water is quite hot." Shi Zingyun stood up. "The end will enjoy enough, it's time to visit the military camp. Goodbye."

"So often, wait ..."

Shizuo Yuntou did not return, just like him just now.

Shi Dingyun said that he would leave, and the tea was still smoking hot smoke.

Yan Yuanheng sat on the main seat with a little stun, his heart was still sour, and he chewed up and down what Shifang Yun just said.

"What if I say yes"?

In other words, is it possible?

Ding Yunxu tried to find out how his friends would treat his favorite person, who wanted to reprimand himself, saying that he was "unbearable ..."

Yan Yuanheng took the teacup with which he drank only, and drank it absently.

After drinking both cups of tea, he calmed down, Yan Yuanheng took the paper and pen by himself, and wrote at the desk.

When Ying Xiaochi turned back to the camp, Lou Ying was already reading.

He sat down on the footstool and looked up at Lou Ying who was lying on the couch.

Lou Ying asked him, "Are you ready?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Well."

Chi Xiaochi said, "You did it on purpose."

"Yes." Lou Ying admitted very happily. "He is always watching you."

Chi Xiaochi lay beside the bed and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous." Lou Ying turned a page and said, "Children are jealous. I just want to solve the problem."

Lou Ying was right.

These days, with Yan Yuanheng, day and night, Chi Xiaochi can feel, even if he does nothing, Yan Yuanheng's feelings for the time to stop the cloud is getting stronger.

Perhaps Yan Yuanheng didn't realize this feeling, but he had to face it.

Otherwise, if one day suddenly broke out, Chi Xiaochi would not know how to stop the cloud to deal with this relationship.

Lou Ying asked him: "Refused?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "It's right. Leave a little room for him to understand it."

"I can make many decisions on behalf of the cloud, but they are limited," Chi Xiaochi said. "It does not include deciding who he will be with in the future. I am not an old lady."

Lou Ying laughed.

While the two were talking, a window inside the account was quietly opened from the outside, and a letter fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

Chi Xiaochi stood up, walked to the window, opened it for inspection, and no one was outside.

He scoured the fine dust on the letter and confirmed that the dry ink on it belonged to Yan Yuanheng, and then he opened it with confidence.

This is an apology letter, but not his dignified and calm style.

Only the word "Sorry" dripping in ink was written in the middle of a piece of paper squarely, just like a high school student who was annoying. After scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, he summoned the courage to give a small note to the crush.

Ki Koike laughed.

Lou Ying asked from a distance, "What is it?"

Chi Xiaochi folded the mind of the boy, took back his arms, and replied loudly, "Nothing."