Sitting in the living room, Lu Xun kept telling Yan Zhixu to remember to read the original book and analyze the character of the second girl, Chu Yingying.

He stayed for a long time before leaving.

In the living room, Yan Zhixu took off the slippers under his feet and sat on the soft sofa, holding the original book in his hands, and calmly read it.

"The Biography of Xuanji" tells the story of the love-hate relationship between Yi Xuanji, the younger sister of Shushan from the Xiuxian faction, and Gong Jiu, a genius boy from the division.

And the second female Chu Yingying has a very important identity in it. She is one of the five elders of the Shushan faction and the master of the male protagonist Gong Jiu.

Due to the ancient war against Chu Yingying's beloved Emperor Zun, she found out that there was a trace of Emperor Zun's body on Gong Jiu's body, so she left the heaven without authorization, and went to Shushan to teach Gong Jiu personally, placing high hopes on him, hoping that he could soar into fairy.

Gong Jiu and Yi Xuanji fell in love, Chu Yingying blocked many plans and designs, and wanted Yi Xuanji to die.

The strategy failed again and again, but instead, Gong Jiu and Yi Xuanji fell in love with each other more deeply.

Later, his identity was revealed, he went down to earth without authorization, and also framed the reincarnation of Emperor Ji for many times, and was punished and suppressed in the lock demon tower for three hundred years.

Yan Zhixu found a black ballpoint pen, circled the key points on the original work, and made notes and analysis in the margin next to it.

The handwriting is not like the usual dragon and phoenix dances, and the neat small script of silk flowers looks extraordinarily comfortable.

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Time flies by, and by the time I finish reading a book, the sky is already dark, and the gray sky outside is drizzling.

Fu Shimo went home from get off work and walked into the living room.

I saw a woman wearing a comfortable dress curled up on the sofa in a cool-toned home, looking a little tired.

"Children, take a break and look again."

He stepped forward and gently took out the book in her hand, put it on the coffee table, and sat down beside her.

Fu Shimo stretched out his hand and grabbed her slender and tender wrist, and when he pulled the force, she fell into his embrace.

Xu is because she just came back from the outside, and her arms are slightly cold, and the hot breath on her body dispels the remaining chill on his body.

Fu Shimo raised his hand and placed it around her eyes, pressing gently to relieve her fatigue.

Yan Zhixu rested his head on his thigh, closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage, "Yo, Dean Fu's craftsmanship is pretty good."

Hearing these sarcastic words, the man's **** Adam's apple wriggled and a low, hoarse laugh overflowed from his throat.

The strength in his hand was just right, and the eyes of Danfeng under the lens were shiny, "So you have to learn to cherish, you are the first time someone has received this treatment."

Yan Zhixu opened his closed eyes, and there was a smile in those smart cat eyes.

Her red lips slightly lifted, "Of course you should cherish it, it's my honor."

Fu Shimo relaxed after pressing her eyes, got up and walked towards the kitchen, followed by Yan Zhixu.

After entering the kitchen, the two wore aprons. She was in charge of cleaning the vegetables, and he was in charge of chopping and cooking the vegetables.

His knives are good, and the shredded potatoes are evenly sized, and only the sound of the kitchen knife falling on the cutting board is heard.

Yan Zhixu looked at the man who cooked the vegetables in a pan with hot oil after cutting the vegetables. His body was indifferently scattered, and he smelled of fireworks in the world. She felt more and more that he looked very attractive.

Fu Shimo was cooking with a spatula in his hand, "Go outside and clean up the table."

She remembered that the table was clean and had nothing to clean up, and she knew that he was deliberately pushing her away because of the smell of smoke in the kitchen.

Yan Zhixu didn't break his mind, and answered with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she took off the apron she was wearing, and walked slowly out of the kitchen, which smelled of oily smoke.