Sikong and Yu Xing were the only ones left in the restaurant.
The maids who served the dishes lowered their heads, not daring to even glance, held their breath, walked lightly, and put down the dishes carefully, for fear that they would lose their lives if they were not careful.
Yu Xing glanced at the empty seat next to him and slowly stood up.
Sikong leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Mother has already asked about Ji Yu's departure."
Yu Xing paused.
Sikong half-closed his eyes, rubbed the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, and continued: "I have already told Ji Yu."
Yu Xing looked at him expressionlessly: "What did you say?"
Sikong took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Tell him what he should do if he wants to keep him here."
He lifted his eyelids and stared into Yu Xing's eyes: "If you don't want him to leave, then cooperate well."
Yu Xing sneered: "Don't you think it's a little late to talk about cooperation now?"
Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Cooperation to let mother stay does not affect my desire to beat you up."
“We just need to collaborate on one thing.”
"Stay here, he belongs to us."
…………
Wen Qing didn't know what Yu Xing and Si Kong were discussing in the restaurant.
He leaned against the butler, weakly hooked the butler's clothes with his fingers, and urged: "Hurry up."
"Yes." The butler responded, put his arm around Wen Qing's waist and picked him up.
This was not the first time that Wen Qing was held by the butler. He had already gotten used to it. He even turned sideways and adjusted his posture in the butler's arms to lie more comfortably.
Wen Qing tilted his head, resting it on the butler's chest, and his brain slowly started to work.
He raised his chin slightly, looked at her profile, and asked slowly, "You are my housekeeper, so you don't need to listen to Sikong and Yu Xing?"
The housekeeper responded and went straight upstairs: "I only listen to you."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then shouted 001 in his heart: [001. ]
001 hummed, pretending to be calm and asked: [What's wrong? ]
Wen Qing was still a little dazed and didn't notice that 001's tone was a little strange.
He said to 001: [Did you hear that? ]
[I heard it,] it paused, and said slowly, [What's wrong with this sentence?]
【Did I tease you? 】
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect 001 to ask this question.
He pursed his lips: [I just want you to listen.]
【Take a look at other people’s AI. 】
001: [……]
Fearing that 001 would be angry, Wen Qing added: [Actually, you are quite obedient. ]
【You must continue to be obedient in the future. 】
001: [……]
The next second, Wen Qing felt the butler's hand on his back tighten.
Wen Qing was a little confused: "What's wrong?"
The butler said expressionlessly: "Nothing."
Wen Qing said "oh" and didn't think much about it.
Seeing that he had reached the third floor, he hurriedly called the housekeeper: "Go find little Ji Yu again."
"Yes." The housekeeper responded, walked to Xiao Jiyu's door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
“Boom boom boom—”
Wen Qing looked at the closed door and frowned slightly.
It’s so strange that little Ji Yu hasn’t been seen for a whole day.
And he didn't tell him what he was doing.
Rather than being playful, it seems more like he is hiding from himself.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. There was something wrong with Sikong's attitude just now.
Did Sikong do something to Xiao Jiyu? Or did he say something?
The butler raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
Wen Qing called out, "Xiao Jiyu, are you there?"
The door didn't open and no one responded.
After waiting for a long time, Wen Qing said to the housekeeper: "Let's go."
"yes."
The butler turned and walked towards the stairs. When he reached the corner, he paused slightly and continued walking forward.
A moment later, a choked child's voice was heard from the corridor on the third floor.
"Eat, eat, close the door."
"I, I'm going to cry for a while longer."
“Woof…”
"close the door!"
“Woo…”
…
Back in the room, Wen Qing subconsciously looked in the mirror.
Now Sikong and Yu Xing are gone, only Wen Jing is left.
The mirror only reflected the appearance of the bedroom, there was nothing unusual, and there was no warm mirror.
Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief and asked the housekeeper to put him on the bed.
The housekeeper asked in a low voice: "Would you like to eat?"
"No," Wen Qing shook his head, huddled under the quilt, and slowly took off his clothes, "I want to lie down for a while."
The butler placed the pajamas next to him.
Wen Qing slowly changed his clothes in the quilt, stared at the white ceiling, and continued to think about the advanced tasks.
Leaving the castle...
Make a wish to Xiao Jiyu...
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at the housekeeper and asked in a low voice: "Housekeeper, do you know what little Ji Yu is capable of?"
The butler lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Wen sighed, closed his eyes, and continued to ponder.
Although he didn't eat much for dinner, Wen Qing had been on edge in the restaurant just now. Now that he had relaxed, he soon felt tired and gradually felt sleepy.
After thinking about it for a while, Wen Qing slowly fell asleep.
The butler stood aside and stared at his sleeping face for a while.
He picked up Wen Qing's changed clothes, changed the boots beside the bed into slippers, closed the window, drew the curtains, and dimmed the lights.
After finishing a series of work, he looked at the tea set on the table and frowned.
The water is gone.
The butler picked up the tea set, turned and walked out the door.
“Click—”
A slight sound.
Wen Qing was not sleeping soundly and heard the sound of the door closing.
He turned over in a daze, and suddenly felt cold, and fumbled to pull the quilt.
After a moment, the quilt was not caught, but a warm hand was caught.
Wen Qing was a little dazed in his sleep. He squeezed the hand slowly, and then he realized that he had grabbed something.
He was so frightened that he sat up immediately.
As soon as I sat up straight, a dark shadow appeared in front of me.
Wen Jing was wearing the same pajamas as him, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and shouted with a smile: "Qingqing."
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and he stammered, "Why are you in my bed?"
"You, you scared me to death..."
Wen Jing raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean your bed? My bed."
"Qingqing, we are one person."
"This was our bed."
As he spoke, he leaned forward.
Wen Qing quickly hid backwards and looked around, but did not see the housekeeper in the room.
He said to Wen Jing nervously, "I want to sleep, don't disturb me."
Wen Jing half-knelt on the bed, shook the medicine bottle in his palm, and said slowly: "You sleep, I will help you apply the medicine."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, remembering how the housekeeper helped him apply the medicine yesterday, and also remembered what Wen Jing said last night.
He quickly said: "No, I——"
Before he could finish his words, Wen Jing's hand was on the edge of his belt.
Wen Qing's body stiffened and he quickly reached out to stop him.
But Wen Jing seemed to know what he would do, and he put his hands around his waist.
Not only did he avoid Wen Qing's hand, he also took off his pants directly.
Wen Qing felt his legs get cold and he quickly put them together.
Wen Jing bent his knees and pressed them on his legs: "Be good, Qingqing, let me take a good look."
Wen Qing was unwilling to let him see, but Wen Jing was stronger than him, so he couldn't move his legs. He reached out to push Wen Jing away, but Wen Jing's movements were always one step faster than his.
The moment Wen Qing raised her hands, both of them were grabbed by Wen Jing's hand.
Wen Jing bent down, moved closer to Wen Qing's legs, and exhaled all his breath on those white and tender legs.
He bent his fingers, pressed them on the side of Wen Qing's legs, and slowly pushed them apart.
It is white, soft and tender, without any redness, swelling or abrasions.
The wound has indeed healed.
Wen Qing couldn't move, so he could only anxiously say to Wen Jing: "It's really healed."
“No need to apply medicine.”
Wen Jing hummed softly, threw away the medicine jar in his hand, placed his palm on Wen Qing's fair and delicate skin, stroking it slowly, and asked with a trailing tone: "What did Qingqing do?"
"How did the wound heal so quickly?"
Wen Qing's body was stiff, and her voice was trembling with nervousness: "Take your hand away..."
Not only did Wen Jing not take it away, he went even further.
He gently rubbed the thin white fabric with his fingertips: "Answer my question first."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed red. She didn't dare to lie, for fear that Wen Jing would do something else.
He had no choice but to tell the truth: "Xiao Jiyu cured me."
Wen Jing narrowed his eyes: "Qingqing already knows that the child can realize his wish..."
Wen Qing was stunned. Wen Jing actually knew about this?
Seeing his surprise, Wen Jing curled his lips, moved closer to Wen Qing, and explained, "Didn't he ask you several times what you wanted?"
"Qingqing didn't think much about it at the time."
"What about now?" Wen Jing paused and asked slowly, "Does Qingqing know what wish to make?"
During the conversation, Wen Jing's hands never moved away.
Wen Qing couldn't stand his hands and his movements, and said in a trembling voice: "I have already answered your question."
"Can you please let go first?"
Wen Jing raised his eyebrows, put his nose against Wen Qing's, sniffed the sweet fragrance on him, and said, "Qingqing hasn't said anything yet, do you know what you wished for?"
"You, you..." Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she realized that Wen Jing didn't want to let go at all.
After answering one question, there will be another one.
Wen Jing looked at his expression, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "It seems that Qingqing doesn't know."
"I already know that," he asked deliberately, "Do you want to know?"
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and blurted out: "What is it?"
Wen Jing rubbed his nose affectionately and said slowly: "Kiss me."
"I'll tell you."
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I want a tongue kiss."
"I want to gently hook my tongue, lick it slowly like a kitten, and suck it slowly..."
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