Chapter 89: He is going to drink

Zhao Lingxue was sitting next to Yang Junhan, his hands holding his cheeks, and he looked straight at the man in front of him.
In his head, he was wondering how he could get closer to him.
The man was not embarrassed, but drank it calmly.
Then he glanced at Zhao Lingxue, "Drink it, let's talk, what's the matter?"
This man is so smart, how can she see that she is asking for something, Zhao Lingxue looked at him admiringly.
"You are so powerful!" She seemed to be able to search out the word to express his praise.
The man looked at her indifferently, waiting for the words behind her.
Zhao Lingxue was still a bit nervous and cautious, but after waiting for so many days, she found that she really had to do it. After the hug just now, she found that the man in front of him was very good at talking, not the old-fashioned kind .
She licked her lips, after all, the words below were a bit bold.
"I...I want to move over and live with you."
Zhao Lingxue thought he would be taken aback, or refused directly, but he did not expect the reaction to be mediocre, and his face was even more mediocre.
"Aren't you used to living there?"
"Yes." In fact, she was accustomed to living there. Standing at the small building at night to admire the moon was very articulate. Unfortunately, she wanted to be closer to him and could only say yes.
"Why?"
Why? She just suddenly wanted to move to live with him, so she made up a reason, "There are ghosts, I'm afraid."
"Tomorrow someone will drive out ghosts."
Looking for people to drive ghosts, the scene that Zhao Lingxue can imagine is a Taoist holding a peach wood sword, then igniting a spell out of thin air, and then reading some strange spells.
Huh...too fake!
"That's not necessary, change the reason." Zhao Lingxue murmured, the man really struggled.
"..." Yang Junhan.
"I'm so boring alone, you are my fiancé, I don't want to find you?" This reason seems reasonable. "Your yard is so large, I can just go to a bed wherever I want." The skin is so thick, but I can't do it in a panic.
Yang Junhan decisively refused, "No."
Zhao Lingxue gave him a glance, stingy.
"What do you like?" He asked silently for a moment.
"Like you." Zhao Lingxue blurted out. After speaking, she was a little embarrassed. God, how dare you get more and more courageous. It's too anxious, so unpretentious, she is a lady!
The man raised his eyebrows, unmoved, and looked at her like a child's nonsense.
"Others, such as female red? Painting? Fuqin?"
So boring! This is what she does every day in Lizhou. She used to be able to pass the days, but recently she is not interested in these.
"Are you busy?" She wanted to go to the sideshow and listen to the little song.
"No."
"Will you leave Fuqing City?" Zhao Lingxue's eyes widened in horror before he was busy.
"Maybe, why?" Why did this child have a terrified expression? He often has to go out, how could he not leave Fuqing City.
"Can you take me with you when you leave Fuqing City?"
"I go out to talk about business, it is inconvenient to bring you." Yang Junhan said truthfully, and often riding horses, sometimes the weather changes suddenly, or something, what a girl she likes to follow him.
It seemed impossible to see his answer without any discussion. Mr. Lin also said that it was necessary to guarantee his life, but at present the man would not let her move, it seemed that he could only think of other ways.
When the two were speechless, Xiaowu came in and saw Zhao Lingxue stunned, "Good girl Zhao."
"Xiaowu, hello." Zhao Lingxue responded lovelyly. Xiaowu around him would return to Yuyuan from time to time. Zhao Lingxue met.
Xiaowu smiled and handed the post in his hand to Yang Junhan.
Yang Junhan glanced and said to Zhao Lingxue: "I will go out in a while." The meaning is obvious, you have nothing to leave.
When Zhao Lingxue heard that he was going out, "Where do I go?" It would be many days before I stopped.
"..." He went to drink flower wine on the water side. Yang Junhan looked at Xiao Wu, a little helpless. He might get used to it freely. Suddenly many children were overly concerned and unaccustomed.
"take me to."
"inconvenient."
"You are my fiance." Zhao Lingxue hummed out the killer.
"..." Yang Junhan was silent for a while, and said to Xiao Wudao: "Go back, don't go."
Xiao Wu glanced at Zhao Lingxue, with a smile on his face, "Yes."
If you don't go, you won't leave Fuqing City. Zhao Lingxue's face will be clear, and her beautiful eyes will show lovely light.
After Xiaowu left, the two were speechless.
Zhao Lingxue looked down from his face.
His hand is on the table, so long, so big, so good looking, so much to touch.
It was only a little away from her hand. It had just been held, and it felt really good. No one was now. Her fingers crawled forward slowly and quietly.
It's almost a bit, and you can touch his fingertips right away. I'm so nervous.
A little bit, it's about to succeed, and the breath is almost stopped.
The hand suddenly disappeared from sight. Zhao Lingxue was found to be stealing something. His face was pink and his body was hot.
Lifting his eyes, the man had got up and entered the house on the side.
What the hell? Almost succeeded? Previously, it was natural to pull him to drink chicken soup. Why can't she hold it without a name? She really wanted to hold his hand and scratch her mind.
Fart followed him to the house, turned out to be a study.
I saw him standing in front of the bookshelf, searching for it, and finally pulled out a copy, turned and threw it to her.
Zhao Lingxue caught it instinctively.
"What kind of book is "The Dream of the Big White Goose"? It looks like a child sees it, with a colorful illustration. Huh!" she protested contemptuously.
However, after turning two pages, Zhao Lingxue looked with interest, completely forgetting that it was only children who saw it.
Yang Junhan over there also found a copy and leaned on the soft couch to read it.
Zhao Lingxue felt that he would not be able to finish it in a moment and a half, and touched Yang Junhan beside him, sitting on the soft couch and watching.
Seeing half of it, the plot behind was too wordy. Zhao Lingxue didn't want to watch it anymore. He looked at the man next to him. The book was on his chest. He fell asleep.
It's cold to sleep like this!
Zhao Lingxue put Bo Jin on his side lightly and gently covered him. He seemed to feel it and rolled over and continued to sleep.
He is too tired!
She has never dared to ask how troublesome things have been solved? He has been dealing with these things all the time, and he must be very tired. When he returns to Fuchu, he should be free and don’t think about those tricky things. Although she can't help him, she hopes he can relax while in Fufu.
What's more, they are just a little bit more familiar with strangers now, and it seems unsuitable to ask these questions, which seems inexplicable.
Speaking of something inexplicable, Zhao Lingxue remembered that he just held his waist, took his hand, and blurted out that he liked him.
Damn! What a shame! Why is she so bold?
However, he is her fiance, she likes him, no problem, right. There is a problem if you don't like it.
With such a thought, Zhao Lingxue was comfortable.
...
When he fell asleep, Zhao Lingxue squatted on the edge of the soft couch.
what! His hand was right in front of him, Zhao Lingxue stretched out his fingers as white as a scallion, and touched it lightly, as if it was over-charged, and it was crisp.
Mom! What a shame.
She withdrew her fingers, like eating a successful kitten, and she was very happy in her heart.
His eyes fell on his face, and he looked carefully.
He looks pretty, his eyebrows are dark but not fierce, he looks very gentle, his long narrow eyes are closed at the moment, he can't see emotions. The nose is straight like a line, giving a feeling of fortitude, the mouth is moderate, and the light red is squeezed at the moment.
While enjoying the beauty, the man close by suddenly opened his eyes.
Eyes are opposite.
Zhao Lingxue was extremely embarrassed.
Staring at the eyes, his expression froze.
Peek was found.
I was so flustered.
"Read the book?" Yang Junhan smiled and sat up, far away from her, instantly relieving Zhao Lingxue's embarrassment.
Zhao Lingxue smiled dryly, "It's almost the same, the back is a bit boring. I wanted to see if your copy is good or bad." The explanation was pale.
"Really?" Yang Junhan glanced at the quilt and threw the book in his hand to her.
In "Shangshu", Zhao Lingxue glanced at it and returned it to Yang Junhan to see these headaches.
She is still suitable for watching "The Dream of the Big White Goose".
Yang Junhan chuckled, got up, and walked out to the courtyard.
Zhao Lingxue kept up like a little tail.
He picked up a pair of scissors and trimmed the extra branches in the pot.
She is bored, and has been poking water from the waterfall on the rockery with her hand.
One finger, two fingers, three, four, and finally the whole interception, the waterfall was only slap wide, Zhao Lingxue's hand intercepted, the water splashed, the water flow was very urgent, and the splash was far away The clothes were all wet.
This is good, you have to go back if you don't go back.
Yang Junhan glanced at her, and a smile appeared to his eyes, and continued to trim his branches.
Zhao Lingxue left lost.
...
Every day in the future, Zhao Lingxue will approach the man by the opportunity of delivering soup.
She found that he was really good at serving, and he took everything to drink, and absolutely lived up to her heart. So she delivered more vigorously, even opening her eyes every day and thinking about making something delicious for him.
And since he returned to the house, she was full of spirit every day.
But other than that, she made no progress, let alone talk about her mother's ding.
Except for holding his waist that day and pulling his hand, he never touched his hair.
This man doesn't seem to like her very much, but she doesn't hate her either. She is like a little sister to her, or she can't even talk about it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lingxue was a bit depressed. She decided to let him know that she was his fiancee and she was a woman. Not a little sister or a child.
What Zhao Lingxue made today is pork rib soup, plus two plates of side dishes and a bowl of white rice.
Yes, she is now sending more and more things, which has replaced the dinner in the large kitchen.
The nursing home does not stop her now, let alone report, you can carry the food box directly into Jing Si Xuan.
Her little maid has come to inquire, he has returned.
So she went straight into the room and placed the food container on the round table as usual.
"Yang Junhan." She can now call his name directly, and she is very skilled.
Ok? One blanket?
He loved bathing as soon as he returned to the house, she knew this already, and she would pinch the hour to avoid the embarrassment that time.
Does it take longer to wash today?
Zhao Lingxue thought so, and walked to his study.
The study is his favorite place to stay. In addition to sleeping, he usually stays in the study.
Entering the study, he was away, and he was still bathing.
Huh? A post on the desk was still open, and she was so hard to read if she had such a large brush.
Drink in the old place tonight! !