Chapter 247 I’ll Return It to You
Seeing that Cheng Gongjin didn't seem to be listening to him, Mu Huaian called out to him.
Cheng Gongjin finally came back to his senses and nodded slightly, "It's okay, they are all small matters. If you can't solve it, come to me again."
Mu Huaian nodded, "Okay."
Cheng Gongjin couldn't help but look at the booklet in Yu Qinghuan's hand, wanting to know what book made her laugh like this. There was no title on the cover, but it looked familiar.
After a while, he remembered that it was a travelogue he wrote out of boredom when he was young and traveling around the country.
Cheng Gongjin's expression suddenly became a little unnatural.
It had been so many years that he had long forgotten what he had written in it. It was probably nothing serious.
Mu Huaian had already noticed that the teacher in front of him had no intention of talking to him at all, and immediately wanted to take Yu Qinghuan back. It was still early and they could still be intimate.
He immediately stood up and said, "It's getting late. You should get some rest. I'll take Ah Huan and leave first."
Mu Huaian wanted to leave, but Cheng Gongjin refused to keep him. However, he wanted to take Yu Qinghuan with him, which made Cheng Gongjin unhappy.
He looked at Yu Qinghuan, pursing his thin lips slightly.
At this moment, Yu Qinghuan, who heard Mu Huaian's words, immediately closed the book. Just as he was about to get up and take the lunch box to leave, he met Cheng Gongjin's obviously dissatisfied eyes and paused.
She looked at him soothingly: You're not staying overnight anyway, I'll come find you after he leaves.
Cheng Gongjin was not appeased.
Yu Qinghuan held the book in her arms, not intending to return it. "Master Cheng, can I take this book with me? I'll return it to you later."
Cheng Gongjin: "Okay, remember to return it."
His words had a hidden meaning, and Yu Qinghuan understood it.
Mu Huaian immediately took the food box, took Yu Qinghuan's hand, and left from Cheng Gongjin's sight.
Cheng Gongjin watched the two figures in front of him walking side by side, looking so mismatched.
It is indeed different from him, an old man lying on the sickbed.
Oh.
...
Coming out of Cheng Gongjin's house, Mu Huaian felt relieved. Somehow, when he was with his teacher recently, he always felt a cool feeling behind him.
He held Yu Qinghuan's hand and asked, "Did the teacher give you any trouble today?"
Meeting his concerned gaze, Yu Qinghuan felt a little guilty and shook her head, "Lord Cheng treated me very kindly and never made things difficult for me."
Sang Ru, who was following behind, kept shaking her head while holding the food box. How could she not be kind after kissing and hugging him?
Mu Huaian stopped and stroked Yu Qinghuan's cheek with his other hand, saying gratefully, "He treated you badly last time, but you still brought porridge to the teacher. Thank you for your hard work."
Previously in Jiuchong Mountain, Yu Qinghuan had saved his teacher. Mu Huaian knew that Yu Qinghuan did all this because of him.
Yu Qinghuan rescued Cheng Gongjin when he was injured and poisoned because of Mu Huaian, but today, she went to deliver porridge with completely selfish motives.
So when faced with Mu Huaian's gratitude, she suddenly didn't know how to deal with it and just wanted to avoid the topic.
"Huaian, you must be tired. Haven't you eaten yet?"
Mu Huaian did not answer, but looked at her with her face lowered submissively, and his heart softened.
"Ah Huan." He called out in a low voice, his voice even hoarse than usual.
Before Yu Qinghuan could fully react, Mu Huaian suddenly hugged her in his arms.
He moved quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist and back, as if trying to pull her into his body.
Yu Qinghuan was caught off guard, her cheek hit hard against his solid chest, and her nose was instantly filled with his familiar scent.
She could clearly feel Mu Huaian's strong heartbeat, which hit her cheek heavily again and again. The frequency was a little rapid, as if he was uneasy.
Yu Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Mu Huaian just discovered something?
She asked tentatively, feeling a little uneasy, "What happened?"
Mu Huaian buried his head in the crook of Yu Qinghuan's neck. His voice was low and filled with a certain obscure possessiveness. It rang in her ears, muffled: "Ah Huan, Xie Zhili said he wanted to see you, will you?"
Today, Xie Zhili came to him again, eager to meet Yu Qinghuan. He had only been with her for a few days, and she wanted to arrange for them to meet again. He felt uncomfortable.
Hearing him mention Xie Zhili, Yu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maybe later. It's not appropriate for me to show up now."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently hugged Mu Huaian back, patting his back twice, "Huaian, go back. I've sent someone to deliver dinner."
At this moment, Mu Huaian felt relieved when he heard Yu Qinghuan say that she would not meet Xie Zhili for the time being. The corners of his mouth curled up and his arms loosened slightly.
"good."
The dusk deepened, and the way back was not far, but Mu Huaian bent down, picked up Yu Qinghuan, and walked quickly in another direction.
Sang Ru hurriedly followed, and seeing her girl handling the two men with ease, she was really impressed.
After the master and his two servants left, Xiaoying, who had been hiding in the dark, returned to the yard and entered the house.
“Master, they hugged him as soon as they left the yard and mentioned Lord Xie. The young master asked Miss Yu if she wanted to see Lord Xie.”
Cheng Gongjin's eyes darkened, and he suppressed the nameless anger in his heart, "He is very generous."
Xiaoying continued, "Miss Yu said she didn't want to see him, so the young master carried her back. Miss Yu didn't struggle at all along the way."
He was watching from behind and was worried about his master.
I don't know what the master was thinking. He knew from the beginning that there were many men around Miss Yu, but he still rushed in. Without even fighting for it, he just let the young master take her away.
The room was silent for a long while. Just when Xiaoying thought the owner in front of her would not speak again and was about to leave the room, Cheng Gongjin said in a deep voice, "The capital has been in turmoil recently. After the evening hour, let him go back."
Xiaoying was stunned. "Yes."
Cheng Gongjin: "Later, send me another bowl of the porridge I just had."
Xiaoying understood, "The porridge was made by Miss Sangru, Miss Yu's friend. The kitchen is out of porridge. I will go find Miss Sangru later."
Cheng Gongjin glanced at him and replied calmly, "Yeah."
...
At this time, Yu Qinghuan and Mu Huaian were already having dinner.
The flickering candlelight fills the room with warmth.
Mu Huaian held the chopsticks, but his eyes were not on the exquisite dishes on the table, but were firmly fixed on Yu Qinghuan opposite him, who obviously looked more delicious.
She drank the soup in small sips, her slender white neck rising and falling slightly as she swallowed, appearing slightly hazy in the soft candlelight.
Mu Huaian's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, still thinking about the feeling of holding her tightly in his arms in the yard just now, and the fragrance of her hair seemed to still linger in his nose.
"Ah Huan, try this."
Mu Huaian's voice was a little deeper than usual, with a barely noticeable hoarseness. He picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in Yu Qinghuan's bowl.
Yu Qinghuan nodded, not noticing the person in front of her at all, his eyes fixed on her slightly parted red lips.
Mu Huaian just watched her put the ribs into her mouth, chewed them slowly, and then gently spit out the bones.
His mouth suddenly became dry, and he felt that the rosy lips in front of him were covered with grease, which made them even more tempting... He wanted to replace the ribs in his heart.
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