The night breeze is breezy, with a touch of gardenia in the wind.

The two sat opposite each other under the candlelight. One of them held the other's hand and touched her cheeks and ears from time to time. The movements were intimate, but the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

Ling Yuan looked at the little chef's profile face under the dim yellow light, his eyebrows were drooping and soft, and his eyelashes trembling lightly, appearing very cute. This satisfied him.

He didn't mind staying alone with her for a while longer, but just now the indulgence made toxins invade his meridians unscrupulously. If he doesn't suppress it, he will lose control. He can't expose himself in the Liu Mansion, even if there are no others around.

He finally shaved the little cook’s cheeks, and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to do something, but stopped halfway and said, "Go."

Jiang Rui stood up, his trembling eyelashes and crimson complexion showed shyness. Once he was allowed to be free, he immediately wanted to avoid him. He walked on both sides but was uneasy and looked back at him.

Just now I kept my head down, only to hear his voice abnormal, and now I realized that the expression on his face was not right, the usual gentle face, at this time, under the jumping candlelight, it appeared a bit strange, the eyes always smiling, it seems What kind of strange fire beating.

Of course Jiang Rui knew what was wrong with him, but the little cook didn't, so she was taken aback and worried: "Is the owner really all right?"

Ling Yuan closed his eyes and looked a little more normal when he opened them again. He smiled and said, "It's nothing, the alcohol is on my head." The voice still doesn't sound good.

"Then...I'm back to the room, the owner will rest early, and call me if you have any instructions."

"Go and rest." Ling Yuan nodded and watched the little chef walk out and carefully closed the door. The smiling face immediately became expressionless, and blood was surging in his eyes.

He realized that he was a little reluctant to let her go. She was so good, and promised that he would be obedient, even if she stayed to see something, she was not afraid to spread it.

But he felt that he should be more cautious. He was a normal man. Although he was not close to a woman before, he would not think that if she were to stay, the two would just sit together for one night.

He didn't know when he had such thoughts, but when he did, there was no need to be patient. It was just that it was in someone else's territory, not all under his control, and there were some things he couldn't do.

Jiang Rui blew out the candle and pulled the quilt over it.

Looking at what Ling Yuan looked like just now, it seemed to be a sign of distraction, and I don't know where his practice went wrong.

She thought about how to solve this problem after he trusted her, otherwise it would be harmful to his body, spirit, and life expectancy in the long run. She didn't want to spend a long time and get a short-lived ghost.

Ling Yuan went out very early the next day. He came to the Wulin League not to play, but to discuss ways to defeat the Demon Cult, which was naturally not easy.

After they arrived at the Liu Mansion, many people came to visit, men, women and children, all for the same purpose.

Jiang Rui is usually in the guest house. There is no need not to go out. These people in the gang are used to fighting and killing, and their temper may not be good. Although she is not afraid of them, she does not want to get into trouble for no reason.

For a few days, Ling Yuan went out early and returned late. Jiang Rui stayed alone and didn’t feel lonely. She was a lot older in her heart. After the excitement, she could find fun by herself. Just look at the sky and hear. The fragrance of flowers can last a day.

A few days later, one afternoon, Ling Yuan returned early, Jiang Rui ran to open the door, and Liu Xingfeng was also with him.

Although Ling Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair, he had strong internal strength. When he drove the wheelchair to move, he was no different from ordinary people. After entering, he naturally grasped Jiang Rui's wrist. This is what I got used to these days.

"Owner, Liu Shaoxia, have you finished your business so early?"

"Yeah." Ling Yuan asked with a smile: "What did you do today?"

"Carved a small wooden flower to pass the time." Jiang Rui said with embarrassment.

Liu Xingfeng looked at the hands of the two in surprise. Although he had noticed something between Brother Ling and Sanniang earlier, he did not expect that the two would hold them so calmly in front of him.

Jiang Rui followed his gaze and realized that it was inappropriate to do it in front of outsiders. He blushed and pulled his hands back, squatting, "The villager, the owner and Liu Shaoxia will sit down for a while. I'll go make tea. After that, I turn around. Just ran away."

Ling Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Liu Xian, please sit down."

Liu Xingfeng watched Jiang Rui enter the room and sat down to observe Ling Yuan as if he had only met, but saw that his expression remained unchanged, gentle and elegant, gentle and decent, not at all as if he had just taken the little girl's hand frivolously.

He couldn't help hissing, "Brother Ling, who are you and Sanniang?"

Ling Yuan smiled and asked, "What happened to us?"

"You, you..." Liu Xingfeng racked his brains, trying to come up with an appropriate, more elegant word, but didn't come up with it, he wrung his eyebrows in distress, and looked at his brother Ling leisurely. I couldn't help feeling a little bit wicked.

"Brother Ling, do you remember the agreement we made earlier?"

"Pattern—"

Ling Yuan was laying a stone on the chessboard. He had been playing this game for many days by himself, "What is the agreement?"

Liu Xingfeng grinned and said, "We're done. As long as Sanniang nods, let her stay in the Liu Mansion. Shouldn't you forget?"

After holding the chess piece's hand, Ling Yuan looked up at Liu Xingfeng.

Liu Xingfeng suddenly felt a bit cold on the back of his neck, stretched out his hand to touch it, and looked at Ling Yuan again. Seeing that his face was gentle, he said in his heart that he had really made a mistake just now, how could there be a murderous look in Brother Ling's eyes.

He smiled and said: "Brother Ling can't pretend to have forgotten about this. I still remember it clearly. At that time, you still said a gentleman, it is difficult to chase a horse, and now it is too late to regret it."

Ling Yuan seemed to notice something, ignored him, turned his head and looked into the room.

Liu Xingfeng followed and saw a figure coming out of the room, wondering if he heard their conversation.

"Uh... Sanniang..." He had a bad premonition in his heart. Although he did want to keep people in his mansion before, he had pinched this thought since he knew the relationship between Ling Yuan and her. It’s just a joke, but I just think it’s not good.

Jiang Rui's face was as usual, holding the tea tray and smiling: "My tea-making skill is not as good as that of sister Ningxiang, I am wronged by the owner and Liu Shaoxia."

Liu Xingfeng glanced at her and then at Ling Yuan. Although the two of them couldn’t see anything from the surface, but for some reason, their unfavorable premonitions became stronger and stronger. He smiled and said, “How come you can drink Sanniang It’s my pleasure to make tea."

He took a sip of the tea as he said it. Under my guilty conscience, I forgot that the tea was freshly brewed, and my eyes became hazy when I was scalded. I spit it out, and I swallowed it.

Jiang Rui hurriedly asked him to vomit, poured another cup of cold tea for him, and asked if he wanted some medicine.

Liu Xingfeng’s eyes were full of tears, like sitting on pins and needles. The more thoughtful she was, the more imaginary he became. More importantly, Brother Ling was drinking tea slowly and laughing at the corners of his mouth, making him unable to sit still. Taking advantage of Jiang Rui’s return to the room to find medicine, After making an excuse, he slipped away.

"Huh, what about Liu Shaoxia?" Jiang Rui was puzzled holding the medicine bottle.

"Leader Liu has something to find him." Ling Yuan said, smiling at her, "Come, sit with me for a while."

Jiang Rui walked over and sat in the position of Liu Xingfeng just now.

Ling Yuan still held her wrist with one hand, while holding the chess piece in the other hand, he groaned for a long while, slowly falling, and then looked at her.

She bowed her eyebrows softly as she had done before.

"Did you hear it just now?" he asked.

Jiang Rui looked at him and nodded slowly, "I heard that, Liu Shaoxia said that he wanted to keep me in the Liu Mansion, and the owner... agreed."

Ling Yuan was not surprised, and his expression did not change. He said, "That's a joke made by Brother Liu Xian, so you can't take it seriously. You are so good, how can you let you go with him."

Jiang Rui pursed his lower lip. She knows that today is the time, she and Ling Yuan can be unclear and ambiguous for a while, but it will not always be like this, now is the opportunity for change.

Based on Lingyuan's understanding of the little cook, he thought she would not say anything, but he heard her speak, although hesitated in a low voice.

"If I'm not good, would it..."

Ling Yuan raised her eyes to look at her. She glanced at him and turned away, biting her lip and speaking afterwards: "If I'm not behaved, should I give it to someone else?"

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, and Ling Yuan stretched out his hand to get her hair off, "Why is it bad?"

But his hand didn't fall to the point, and the little cook turned her head away, as if she was angry, as if she was telling him by action that she was not behaved now.

The hand paused in the air, then slowly retracted. This is the first time she has shown rejection in front of him, Ling Yuan thought.

He hoped that she would be well-behaved, and he also imagined that if she was bad, he would get rid of the people and things that made her bad.

But now there is no other person or thing. And he found that even if she was disobedient, he didn't seem to be angry as he imagined.

It's not that no other people have violated him, but those people have no chance to speak now. At this moment, he looked at the back of the little chef’s head and the thin white back of the neck, who had expressed refusal, but he was wondering if he had to do something at this time and let her take care of him?