Chapter 136: Acidity

The incident of Huang Zhiheng being splashed with sulfuric acid has become a hot topic. This time, not only fans, but also passers-by feel a little sorry for him.

This is too unlucky, being tricked twice by the same person. Fortunately, Zhao Ruyu has been arrested. Splashing sulfuric acid at people is illegal. The situation is so bad that he will definitely spend a few years in prison.

However, just when netizens felt sorry for Huang Zhiheng, he posted a Weibo, not to comfort fans, nor to report that he is safe. Well... it can be regarded as reporting that he is safe. After all, he can still post a Weibo at this time, which shows that nothing has happened.

Huang Zhiheng V: Thank you Master Jiang for saving my life. Those who understand will understand.

Ever since Huang Zhiheng was saved from ruin because of Jiang Yiqing's talent, his admiration for Jiang Yiqing has reached its peak.

Fans have become accustomed to this, but what does this mean now? Fans are all confused.

But there are still some who understand.

"I watched the video that someone recorded at the time. The sulfuric acid was directed at Huang Zhiheng's face. The intention was really vicious, but in the end it didn't splash on Huang Zhiheng. Well... I understand why he posted this Weibo."

"Everyone said that Zhao Ruyu was too nervous, so the splash went off the right side. I took a look and it was obviously not the case."

"Hehe, it seems that I understand something. I touched the newly snatched thing in my pocket and felt so relieved."

"Wuwuwu, I always squat in advance, but I have never snatched it. Is it because of my Internet speed?"

"I have it here, but it's a pity that it's on me. After all, I rarely encounter danger under normal circumstances."

"The one upstairs, can you sell it to me?"

"No, can't you see that I'm showing off?"

“Mmmp…”

Netizens who didn’t understand were confused and frantically flipped through the comments to find clues: “No, what are you talking about? I clearly ate every last bit of the melon, how come I can’t understand what you are saying!”

“Me too, this feeling that everyone else understands but I don’t…”

“I went to look for clues carefully, and I seem to understand a little.”

“Ahhh! What on earth is it!”

“I told you, don’t post random things on Weibo in the future.” The agent frowned and reminded, but he was not too angry. He was more curious about something else: “Are you sure you’re okay, is it because of the amulet?”

“Of course, I clearly felt a heat in my chest at that time.” Huang Zhiheng said vividly: “And if it wasn’t for the amulet, sulfuric acid would have turned around when it came in front of me.”

The agent was shocked and seemed to be thinking about something.

Huang Zhiheng thought of something and turned to look at him: "I have lost the only one I have now. When it is put on the shelf, you must help me grab it. I am not picky about lucky charms or peace charms."

After hearing this, the broker remembered what he had promised Huang Zhiheng. He laughed dryly: "It is also dangerous to be a broker."

Huang Zhiheng: "... regret it?"

The broker coughed lightly and stood up silently, pretending not to hear. He did regret it, but in front of life, face is nothing, so he still regretted it shamelessly.

Huang Zhiheng was angry. If he had known, he would not have told him!

But his assistants seemed to be unaware of this. Huang Zhiheng lowered his chin silently and clicked on the assistants' contact information silently.

——Huang

Zhiheng frequently posts microblogs related to Jiang Yiqing. Some people in the comment area have already started to criticize him. Wen Xiuyan saw these contents and snorted. He

reported them one by one.

After making sure that there were no fish that slipped through the net, he turned off his phone and walked over to Jiang Yiqing. The latter was reading a book. Wen Xiuyan walked over without even looking up.

Wen Xiuyan reached out and pinched Jiang Yiqing's earlobe. The latter frowned impatiently and slapped his hand away: "What are you doing?"

Wen Xiuyan did not retract his hand, but put it on Jiang Yiqing's shoulder, holding his shoulder: "Do you still remember Huang Zhiheng?"

Jiang Yiqing was puzzled. It had only been a few days, and his memory was not that bad: "I remember."

Wen Xiuyan's mouth sank a little: "Really? You remember it very clearly."

If it were usual, Jiang Yiqing would definitely have noticed that he was in a bad mood, but he was busy reading now and didn't notice it at all. He casually said: "It's hard not to remember."

The matter of Huang Zhiheng was also strange, he must remember it.

But when Wen Xiuyan heard it, it didn't mean that: "Really? It seems that you have a deep impression of him."

Jiang Yiqing wanted to say something, but finally realized that something was wrong, and turned to look at Wen Xiuyan.

His expression was the same as usual, but the corners of his mouth were pressed down, even people who were not familiar with him could see that he was a little unhappy.

Jiang Yiqing understood instantly, hiding the smile in his eyes: "Why are you asking these questions?"

Wen Xiuyan didn't say anything. Seeing that Jiang Yiqing was quite happy when he mentioned Huang Zhiheng, he felt very depressed in his heart.

But he still felt that it was not enough, and asked self-abuse: "Something happened to him."

"Ah? What happened?" Jiang Yiqing was stunned for a moment. He didn't even look at his phone, so naturally he didn't know.

Wen Xiuyan's mood improved again. Look, Yiqing would not care about unimportant people.

"It's nothing serious, he's fine." Wen Xiuyan didn't want Jiang Yiqing to pay attention to these things, so he said lightly.

Jiang Yiqing heard that he was fine, so he didn't ask any more questions and nodded: "That's fine."

"What if something happens to me?" Wen Xiuyan is obviously a person who is always uneasy in love, constantly trying to prove his specialness.

"If you get into trouble, I will definitely ask you carefully." Jiang Yiqing put down the book in his hand and said seriously: "I have to ask if you are injured or scared. How can others compare with you?"

Every time he said something, Wen Xiuyan's mouth corners would rise a little. Finally, he put his chin on Jiang Yiqing's shoulder and said in a good mood: "Then I will try not to get into trouble, so as not to worry Yiqing."

Jiang Yiqing couldn't help laughing. Obviously, he used to think that Wen Xiuyan was mature and stable, but after the two of them had been dating for a long time, he felt that he still had a childish side, but he just didn't show it. The

more two people in love know about each other's unknown side, the more interesting they find it.

"When did you change your profile picture?" Jiang Yiqing stared at Wen Xiuyan's profile picture. My goodness, isn't this a photo of him when he was a child? When it was still a Taoist head.

Wen Xiuyan looked at the small head: "How cute."

Jiang Yiqing thought about it and wanted to follow his example: "Then I will also use your photo as my profile picture."

Wen Xiuyan raised his eyebrows and was in a good mood: "Okay."

"Well...but you have a lot of photos, which one is better?" Jiang Yiqing touched his chin, thinking, and then looked at Wen Xiuyan with a smile: "Too tangled, how about a special one? For example, the one where you are wearing a little skirt?"

Wen Xiuyan, who was reminded of his dark history: "..."

I almost forgot about this.

"What do you think?" Jiang Yiqing was still unwilling to give in, and poked Wen Xiuyan maliciously, deliberately asking for his opinion.

Wen Xiuyan didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to pinch Jiang Yiqing's cheek and pulled it gently.

Jiang Yiqing's mouth was pursed because of being pulled. He slapped Wen Xiuyan's hand away: "Don't pinch my face, do you think I'm a child?"

Wen Xiuyan whispered: "Do you know whether I treat you as a child or not?" As he

said that, he pinched Jiang Yiqing's earlobe. It was a very ordinary action, but at this moment, it added a bit of indescribable ambiguity.

Jiang Yiqing's earlobe was a little red, not sure if it was pinched or what. He pretended to be natural and coughed lightly: "Forget it, I want to keep that one for myself, use the one of playing the piano."

Originally, he didn't plan to use the one with the little skirt. Even if it was just the one worn by Wen Xiuyan when he was a child, he didn't want to show it to others.

Wen Xiuyan let go of his hand, looked at Jiang Yiqing's earlobe, curled his lips, and didn't know why he was happy.

Jiang Yiqing and Wen Xiuyan finally had some free time that day, so they planned to clean up the terrace. They bought some easy-to-grow green plants from outside.

Han Shi was there today and immediately said that he could help.

Jiang Yiqing put his hands on his hips and looked at the green plants of all sizes on the ground. Finally, he handed a small pot of succulents to Han Shi: "Okay, move this over!"

Han Shi looked at the succulents that he had only discovered a little bit, and his nose wrinkled. Brother Qingqing seemed to have misunderstood him, but he had plenty of strength.

Han Shi pursed his lips and quickly brought the succulents over. At this moment, Jiang Yiqing had just discussed with Wen Xiuyan where to put the things, but when he turned around, he found that Han Shi, with his little face stretched, came to a pot of lush and leafy tree of happiness.

Jiang Yiqing saw that he was eager to try, as if he wanted to pick up the tree of happiness.

Seeing that Han Shi was only half the height of the tree of fortune, he kindly reminded her: "That pot is very heavy, let Xiu Yan hold it later..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Shi put his hands on both sides of the pot of fortune tree, then stood up with a little effort and easily lifted the pot of fortune tree.

Jiang Yiqing: "???"

He suspected that the thing was fake, otherwise why did Han Shi lift it so easily?

In order to verify this idea, he even followed Han Shi to the terrace, only to see that the other party was holding such a large pot of fortune tree, his face did not blush, and he was not in a hurry to put the thing down. Instead, he calmly asked Jiang Yiqing: "Brother Qingqing, where should I put this pot?"

Very good, he didn't even breathe.

Jiang Yiqing pointed to the corner that had been arranged long ago and asked Han Shi to put it down.

Han Shi nodded, walked over and put the tree of happiness in its place, and said to Jiang Yiqing seriously: "Brother Qingqing, you are a mortal, let me do these, just tell me where to put them."

Jiang Yiqing: "..." Heartbroken.

After Han Shi left, Jiang Yiqing tried to push the flowerpot of the tree of happiness, but it didn't move...

Of course, it was also because he saw Han Shi doing it so easily, so he didn't try hard.

"How can Han Shi be so amazing." Jiang Yiqing touched his chin.

Wen Xiuyan happened to come over with a pot of green plants and put it down. Hearing this, he stopped and looked at the tree of happiness, and seemed to say casually: "This, I can also lift it."

"Oh." Jiang Yiqing didn't care. Wen Xiuyan was a gymnast after all, and he could pick him up with one hand, so the tree of happiness could definitely do it. What's so surprising?

As for Han Shi, Jiang Yiqing always unconsciously treats Han Shi as a child because of his appearance. He remembered for the umpteenth time that Han Shi is not an ordinary child, but was sent by the ancestor.

Seeing Jiang Yiqing's mediocre reaction, Wen Xiuyan pursed his lips slightly, left the terrace and continued to move flower pots.

Han Shi was moving a pot of Areca palm, which was also quite big like the lucky tree. He asked Jiang Yiqing if he should put it next to the sofa in the living room instead of on the terrace.

Wen Xiuyan glanced at him, moved a pot that was about the same size as his, and went to the terrace.

Jiang Yiqing instructed Han Shi to put the Areca palm in the position he had arranged, and turned his head to find Wen Xiuyan holding a huge pot of Crane Orchid.

"Aren't you worried about the weight?" Jiang Yiqing asked.

Wen Xiuyan: "It's not heavy. Where should I put this pot?"

Jiang Yiqing thought for a moment and pointed to a place on the terrace: "Over there."

Wen Xiuyan glanced at him before taking the green plant and putting it down.

He pursed his lips and looked not very happy.

Jiang Yiqing walked over and looked at Wen Xiuyan with a strange expression: "You..."

Wen Xiuyan looked at him, but the latter raised his hand and touched his forehead: "Do you have a fever? No." Why does it feel weird.

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

He looked at Jiang Yiqing deeply, and then looked at Han Shi who was carrying the green plant from a distance: "Why don't you praise him?"

Jiang Yiqing: "..." Hiss... It was obviously a normal question, but he could hear a bit of weirdness in it.

No way, Wen Xiuyan wouldn't be so childish, right?

Jiang Yiqing looked at Wen Xiuyan and asked tentatively, "Should I praise you?"

He clearly saw that Wen Xiuyan's eyes brightened up a little, and he looked at him, as if he was very interested in what he was going to say next.

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

"You are also very strong." Jiang Yiqing said, raised his head slightly, pulled Wen Xiuyan down, and whispered in his ear: "You can hold me up with one hand, how can you not be considered strong?"

When Wen Xiuyan heard this, he didn't know what unhealthy things he thought of, and his ears turned red instantly.

He coughed lightly, with a smile on his lips: "I'm going to work."

Jiang Yiqing looked at his back and curled his lips: Little guy, I can't cure you.

There were only a few large pots left. After all, if they were all as big as the lucky tree, it would not look good. Jiang Yiqing brought a pot over, exhaled, put the green plant down, put his hands on his waist and prepared to continue, when he heard Han Shi exclaimed: "Oh, Brother Qingqing, your clothes are untied!"

The clothes Jiang Yiqing wore today were more slim-fitting and not very suitable for work, but he was too lazy to change, and he didn't expect that the clothes would untie when he moved the second pot.

"The quality of this clothes is really bad." Jiang Yiqing glanced at the brand and decided to avoid it next time.

Han Shi put the green plant down, quickly washed his hands, and ran over to see where Jiang Yiqing's clothes were untied. He knew a lot about it, nodded and said, "It's okay, it's just a little untied, just seal it up again."

"Brother Qingqing, I can also sew clothes, you can give it to me later." Han Shi's face suddenly became a little more kind.

Jiang Yiqing half-jokingly said, "Wow, you know so many things. Whoever our Han Shi likes will be blessed."

Han Shi was a little embarrassed and blushed.

Wen Xiuyan washed his hands and came over: "Give me the clothes. The aunt at home can sew them. Don't bother Han Shi."

Although the aunt at home doesn't live here, she will come every few days to see if there is anything she needs to clean up.

Han Shi didn't care. He nodded and continued to work.

Jiang Yiqing glanced at Jiang Yiqing who looked serious, raised his eyebrows and teased him: "You are jealous of a child too."

Who knew that Wen Xiuyan didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Well, you just found out now, it's too late."

"Why is it too late, we didn't..." Jiang Yiqing said, and when he saw Wen Xiuyan looking at him, he immediately swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. Forget it, let's not say it, he was afraid of making Wen Xiuyan angry.

Jiang Yiqing went back to the room and changed his clothes. Wen Xiuyan took it and suddenly asked: "Do you think sewing clothes is something you must know for your future partner?"

Jiang Yiqing was bending down to pack things, and didn't hear clearly for a while: "Ah? What did you say?"

Wen Xiuyan said embarrassedly: "Nothing."

Jiang Yiqing's face was full of question marks, and he shrugged, okay.

Soon, the green plants were moved, and the originally empty terrace instantly had more life because of the green plants.

Jiang Yiqing lay down on the imperial concubine chair and squinted slightly: "Ah... so comfortable."

Then he came over and let Han Shi try it.

——In

the afternoon, the doorbell rang suddenly. Pangpang, who didn't help today, immediately took milk balls to open the door.

The door opened, and Dafu jumped in instantly: "Pangpang, I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you!"

Pangpang didn't say a word, and walked in with his butt twisted.

Dafu has become accustomed to this. Every time he was in human form, Pangpang didn't like to talk to him much. He would be fine if he turned into a rabbit.

He still doesn't know why this is the case. Maybe Pangpang doesn't like to talk to people.

Little did he know that Pangpang was inferior.

Damn it, the Pig King has practiced hard for more than 300 years, but he still can't change his human form.

Before he met Dafu, he didn't think it was a big deal. After all, there are very few animals that can develop intelligence. He, the Pig King, is already powerful enough. Inferiority complex doesn't exist! But

after meeting Dafu, he finally understood what it meant that there are always better people than pigs.

How can a rabbit that has practiced for more than ten years change its human form?

Every time Pangpang sees Dafu in human form, he becomes silent and doesn't want to talk.

Jin Zhijian follows behind Dafu, carrying large and small bags of things in his hands. These are the things that Dafu likes to eat recently, and he wants to share them with Jiang Yiqing and the others.

"Qingqing, look, aren't these apples big and red? Wow, they smell so good. I saved them for you." Dafu introduced them enthusiastically: "And this orange, it's super sweet! And... this bunny doll looks like me. If I hadn't come to see you, you could look at it when you miss me."

Jin Zhijian: "..." So sour.

He felt like he had eaten countless lemons in his heart.

"Give me one of these apples." Jin Zhijian still didn't believe it, and wanted to prove his status, so he reached out to eat the apple.

As a result, Dafu slapped his hand away seriously: "No, I'm giving this to Qingqing!"

Jiang Yiqing laughed: "It's okay, I'm glad you gave me this."

"How can that be, this is the most beautiful apple I picked specially." Dafu muttered, and his eyes fell on an apple that had somehow gotten in.

"Hey? This is for you." Dafu said, and suddenly handed an apple to Jin Zhijian. The

originally sour Jin Zhijian was revived instantly with full health, and he knew that Dafu was indeed hard-mouthed but soft-hearted, and he gave it to the other party just because he wanted to eat it.

Dafu glanced at Jin Zhijian's apple with a few spots. He liked perfect big apples, so he didn't understand how this apple got in, but now it was okay to let Jin Zhijian deal with it~

Jin Zhijian knew nothing about this and was still happy.

Wen Xiuyan glanced at him and shook his head.

Jiang Yiqing washed the apples brought by Dafu, gave one to everyone, and gave one to Dafu.

Dafu hesitated, in order to leave a perfect and beautiful big apple for Qingqing, the ones he ate were all a little problematic.

This apple is so pretty, it must be delicious!

Dafu couldn't resist the temptation, took a bite of the big apple, and instantly, the sweet juice burst in his mouth. Dafu squinted his eyes happily: "Qingqing, I have good news for you!"

Jiang Yiqing looked at him: "What good news?"

"Zhizhi bought a house in this community. I can often come to see you and Shishi Fatty Milk Ball in the future." Dafu shared with Jiang Yiqing happily. The little rabbit didn't have any concept of houses. He just knew that if he lived nearby, he could come to play with his good friends. Jiang Yiqing

glanced at Wen Xiuyan on the side, resisted the urge to rub the rabbit's head, and coughed lightly: "That's great, you are welcome anytime."

Dafu curled his eyes: "But Zhizhi said that he hasn't moved yet, and he wants to pick a day to move."

The little rabbit didn't quite understand. Why do humans have to look at the day specifically for relocation? Can't they move on any day?

Jiang Yiqing: "Let us know when you move and we'll go over to help."

Han Shi also said: "I'll help too, I'm very strong. But if the temple is too busy, I won't be able to help."

They had recruited three new people to the temple before, but they all performed well and stayed. Now Han Shi didn't need to be in the temple all the time, and he and Miao Miao just needed to make sure that one of them was there.

"Okay." Dafu agreed.

"I'm not going home today." When he returned home, Dafu announced to Jin Zhijian: "I want to play with Fatty Naiqiu. We agreed to play tonight."

Jin Zhijian was helpless. It was always like this, and he was used to it: "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, yeah, when we move here in the future, I can come and play every day!" Dafu was very happy when he thought of this: "That's great, you don't need to come and pick me up then."

Jin Zhijian: "..." Maybe I should have bought a residential area far away.

"No." He resolutely put an end to Dafu's idea.

Dafu was dissatisfied and glared at him: "Why?"

Jin Zhijian coughed lightly, and when he saw that Jiang Yiqing and the others didn't notice this, he felt more at ease: "Because I will miss you."

Dafu's eyes widened instantly, and his face turned a little red. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Oh, Zhizhi is really!

"Okay, then...then I can always come over occasionally." Dafu could only take a step back.

"That's fine." After all, Dafu also needs to socialize. He is usually busy writing books and sometimes he can't accompany Dafu.

This time he spent all his savings on buying a house, and he still has to work hard.

——Wen

Xiuyan picked up Jiang Yiqing's clothes, and there were some unraveling under the armpits.

He frowned and thought for a moment, and thought of what Jiang Yiqing said, and decided to try it himself.

Isn't it just sewing up the armpits? It shouldn't be that difficult.

Fortunately, there was needle and thread at home. Wen Xiuyan relied on his memory and took out an unopened box of needle and thread from the drawer in the corner. He carefully examined the place where the thread was torn with a serious attitude.

He also studied it specifically and found that it was better to turn the clothes over and sew from the inside.

After confirming that there was no problem with the theoretical knowledge, he threaded the needle and sewed carefully according to the original traces.

It was a little crooked at first, and Wen Xiuyan was not very satisfied. He removed the wrinkles and sewed it again.

After a while, he cut off the thread, turned the clothes over and took a careful look. He could hardly see anything from the outside.

Wen Xiuyan was satisfied. Sewing clothes was not difficult.