Rebirth of the Hand and Heart

The right protector anxiously came to report to Shan Junjing the whereabouts of the 19th day. Before he could speak, he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. No one wanted to face his master's cold face and say something to him that would definitely make him even colder.

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When Zuo Hufa saw him coming in, he understood a lot when he saw his miserable look. He couldn't help but wink at him with schadenfreude, but he said seriously: "You're back? Master just got up from lunch break, go, right now

I'll catch up, hehe..." The last sentence was whispered to him. The right protector gave him a slap in the face and moved towards the back room step by step.

Because of the cold weather, not only the brazier but also the incense were lit in the back room. The warm fragrance that hit his face relaxed his nerves a lot. When he got to the master's bed, he didn't dare to look up and knelt on one knee and said:

"The right protector pays his respects to the master."

"Get up, tell me about your gains today." Shan Junjing's words had a bit of laziness, maybe because he just got up.

"Well... yes," he kept cursing at the damn Nineteen in his heart, and said clearly every word: "Early this morning, he first went to visit his master and took his master to eat at Tofu Xishi's place.

I ordered two bowls of tofu puffs, and then..."

"Wait a minute," Shan Junjing interrupted, "what else happened during the meal?"

The right protector broke into a cold sweat. He deliberately ignored the details. He didn't expect his master to be so shrewd, so he had to confess: "He also touched the back of two handfuls of tofu Xishi's hands and said that other people's hands are smoother and tenderer than this tofu.

, Tofu Xishi shyly said that he could enjoy the tofu nao this morning for free..."

"Okay! Keep talking!"

Sure enough, Shan Junjing's mood began to deteriorate, and the right guardian continued: "Then he walked around the street with his master, sent his master back to his residence, and went to listen to a play alone. Lunch was with

We ate together with the top performer of the opera troupe. In the afternoon, we went to a teahouse to listen to a ditty. He beat the gangster who bullied the little girl who sang the ditty to half to death. The girl insisted on giving her body to him, and then he used Qinggong to escape.

Already..."

Even if he didn't see these scenes with his own eyes, based on his understanding of Nineteen, he could clearly imagine the expression and demeanor of Nineteen when he did these things. But it was because of this that he became even more angry! Even more angry!

"What happens after you escape?!"

"After that...after that..." Protector Right stuttered in fright at the roar, "After that, I went to Ruyimen to take over business and make money..."

"You go down first," Shan Junjing calmly ordered. After the right protector left, there were earth-shaking sounds of smashing things in the room.

While lighting the lamp, someone was tired and returning to his nest. He was a little curious as to why the things in the eldest young master's house were often replaced with new ones recently. However, he had always been unable to figure out the eldest young master's thoughts, especially after he grew up, he began to regard him as the eldest young master.

Prevaricate the past by preferring the new and hating the old

But more importantly, the atmosphere is a little different tonight... Looking at the food and wine on the table, Nineteen was a little uneasy. He was in a hurry for dinner and only took a few bites of sesame seed cakes.

Shan Junjing quickly returned to the house and smelled the fragrance of green grass in the air. Knowing that he was back, she did not say a word, nor did she ask him to come out to eat. She sat down by herself and began to think about herself.

The sound of someone swallowing saliva kept coming. The wine was the best wine hidden in the main jar. It was originally prepared by his father for his wedding day, but he dug it out early.

Taking a sip, the violent stimulation slipped through the throat, leaving only a strong mellow fragrance lingering between the lips and teeth. Shan Junjing sighed with satisfaction and continued to pour wine into the wine cup.

——He didn’t believe that greedy cat could bear it!

A gust of breeze blew by, and the corners of his clothes were raised. The man was already sitting opposite, and said with a shy face: "Such a fragrant wine, I wonder if I would be honored to have a drink with you?"

I don't know since when, he has been obsessed with that person's every move and smile. He knows that he has a domineering temper. He knows that he likes to smile evilly, like to raise his eyebrows and pretend not to care, and likes to drool over all kinds of food and wine.

, like to tell him what’s on your mind

Because he was so infatuated, no matter what the Nineteenth disguise looked like, he could find it immediately, because those eyes were the ones he was most familiar with.

No matter how a person changes, his eyes will never change

Maybe it was just dependence at the beginning, because he had no friends, no one he was close enough to talk to about everything, so the appearance of Nineteen filled his vacancy, but this dependence slowly deteriorated over time.

"What if I said -" Shan Junjing drawled, "I said you don't have this honor?"

Nineteen always felt that Shan Junjing was a little different tonight, no, it was very different. The strong alcohol moistened the pink lips under the dancing candlelight, which was particularly intoxicating - he could even feel that he had already begun to mouth.

Dry tongue

"Then I have no choice but to... grab it!" In an instant, Shan Junjing seemed to have expected that he had such a hand. He held the wine jar and turned around to avoid his dragon-clawed hand. His light blue clothes flew up, and

The surrounding breath also flows with it.

Nineteen chased after him, but the house was not big, but there was enough room for the two of them to maneuver around. In the end, Nineteen was slightly better - or maybe Shan Junjing deliberately lost this time. In short, the wine jar was in Nineteen's hands.