Quick Travel: The male supporting actor becomes cannon fodder and gets the heroine’s script

Tang Wujing left from Yan Mansion, he couldn't swallow this breath, a Wang Ye, actually dared to do this to him, after going back, he went to take a look at Bai Luoxing, and the maid said that Bai Luoxing had just slept.

Si Shaochen carefully observed Yan Qingmo's face and judged whether the person in front of him was jealous.

"Let's go out and eat osmanthus cake."

"Good."

Still responsive, Si Shaochen was apprehensive in his heart: "I haven't touched the prince." "

I know."

"You know?" Si Shaochen walked two steps faster and walked around Yan Qingmo, "How do you know?"

"I know what you suffered in the Prince's Mansion." Yan Qingmo's eyes crossed a trace of distress, he had fine works lurking in the prince's mansion, Lan Linglang said that he made a fuss, and put such a good fine work in the prince's mansion, just to stare at Si Shaochen every day.

At that time, he was not strong enough, even if there was a Lone Cloud Tower behind him, he did not dare to move the prince easily, the Lone Cloud Tower gradually started in the past two years, coupled with the white falling star sober that night, he finally couldn't hold back, and personally went to bring Si Shaochen back.

"You arranged it in the Prince's Mansion..." Si Shaochen blinked.

Yan Qingmo smiled and nodded.

"For me?"

"Hmm."

Si Shaochen felt good in his heart, what Yan Qingmo did was for him, he took Yan Qingmo's hand and prepared to go out to the river.

"But it doesn't mean I don't think about your previous affairs with you." Yan Qingmo said again.

"Ah..." Si Shaochen touched his nose, "People make mistakes sometimes, besides, I wasn't a ghost fan at that time, so forgive me." "

Si Shaochen must not be coquettish with Yan Qingmo for what the original owner did before.

Yan Qingmo shook his head gently: "I can't just let you go."

"So what do you want?" This set of Lu Si Shaochen was already very familiar, he scratched Yan Qingmo's palm, and Yan Qingmo shrank his fingers.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Si Shaochen stood on tiptoe and whispered in Yan Qingmo's ear: "Then do you want me to teach Momo?" "

Say."

"On the day of the round house, you are at your disposal."

Si Shaochen just said eight words, but Yan Qingmo's heart set off a huge wave, he squinted slightly to look at Si Shaochen, Si Shaochen smiled harmlessly.

"Seriously?"

"Pearls are not so real."

"Good."

"What does Chenchen like?" Getting into the carriage, Yan Qingmo suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Is it okay to be flower-scented?" Yan Qingmo asked again.

"Okay." Si Shaochen thought that Yan Qingmo was asking about the taste of pastries, and he didn't think much about it.

The carriage stopped at an alleyway, Yan Qingmo led Si Shaochen off the carriage, he pulled Si Shaochen and turned into an antique alley.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, this alley seems to be incense-made, an alley mixed with all kinds of scents, looking through the doorway, you can see men and women picking up balm in boxes.

This kind of little girl used things, Si Shaochen has never bought, Yan Qingmo does not have this fragrance, usually perfume he also likes to spray a little lighter men's perfume, there is no perfume in ancient times, there are a lot of balms, and sachets.

Yan Qingmo pulled him into the shop with the least number of people, the proprietress was a young girl, but the hairpin full of hairpins looked at Si Shaochen's neck hurt.

"Yo, what kind of wind is blowing Wang Ye today?" The proprietress twisted her waist, and she looked at Si Shaochen, "This is Madame."

Si Shaochen nodded to say hello, and Yan Qingmo also nodded: "Is there anything new?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know what kind of fragrance Madame likes, you can pick it yourself, I won't bother the two."

The proprietress led Yan Qingmo and Si Shaochen to a small house on the second floor, where various balms were placed. Si Shaochen picked up a box curiously, he sniffed, it was the fragrance of lotus flowers, out of the mud and not clean, but he didn't like it very much.

"Momo likes to use balm?"

Yan Qingmo shook his head, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to speak. He took the box from Si Shaochen's hand, and his white and slender index finger dug a lump and wiped it on the back of Si Shaochen's hand.

Si Shaochen blinked his eyes, and the "balm" quickly melted under the infiltration of body temperature, sticky on the back of his hand, and the back of his hand was pasted.

This eerie touch....

Yan Qingmo saw Si Shaochen's expression, and knew that Si Shaochen understood what these things were. He chuckled and took out a handkerchief to wipe Si Shaochen's hands: "Do you like this taste?"

Si Shaochen withdrew his hand, there seemed to be sticky paste on the back of his hand, and he looked at the "balm" all over the room, crying and laughing.

What balm, it is clearly a grease.

No wonder the hostess looked at them differently.

"What does Chenchen like?"

"I don't know, just pick it." Picking this kind of thing for himself, Si Shaochen didn't have such a thick skin to do with Yan Qingmo, he went to the other side to see other scents.

Yan Qingmo did not force him, and carefully selected on the side.

Si Shaochen listened to the movements on Yan Qingmo's side, and Yan Qingmo not only picked the smell, but also the quality. The proprietress put a lot of trial products out, and after Yan Qingmo picked it, she dug out a lump and wiped it to see the texture, and Si Shaochen's face turned red when he saw it.

He sat on the side holding his breath, waiting for Yan Qingmo to finish picking and leaving.

"You don't have to pick so carefully, do you?" Si Shaochen yin and yang strange qi.

"It's different, take it seriously." Yan Qingmo heard the mockery in Si Shaochen's tone, and he said with a smile, "I want to give Chenchen the best experience."

Si Shaochen looked at the sky speechlessly: "How long have you been calculating this matter?"

"It didn't take long."

After Si Shaochen became an adult, he began to think, also... Not for long.

Yan Qingmo carefully selected, and finally picked ten boxes to go back, Si Shaochen saw the corner of his eyes twitch, can't use so much, right?

The proprietress carefully packed the things and handed the things to the maid beside Yan Qingmo. Si Shaochen felt that he was going to lose his face, and this kind of thing had to be sent back, for fear that others would not know what they were going to do?

"Let's go eat osmanthus cake." Yan Qingmo pinched Si Shaochen's palm.

Si Shaochen shook his head mechanically: "I don't want to eat any cakes, go eat something else." At

the mention of ointment, he couldn't help but think of the ten boxes full of ointment.