The origin of the magic way of magpie stepping on the branch

Chapter 89
The next morning.

Donghuang Wujue was lying on the bed, looking hopeless.

What time did she fall asleep yesterday?Anyway, seeing that the sky was getting brighter, he reluctantly closed the book and went to sleep.

It's cool to stay up late, get up early in the crematorium!
It’s all Gu Zhichuan’s fault!

Touch her eye bags, if Gu Zhichuan hadn't taken the booklet away, would she have stayed up so late?

Hey~ It's better to be Gu Zhichuan, as a coach, you don't have to get up early.

Thinking of coaching, Donghuang Wujue instantly remembered his invitation token.

The token that allowed me to enjoy the coaching treatment, why couldn't I think about it at the beginning, so why did I return it?

Donghuang Wujue was annoyed when he heard a knock on the door.

"Little guy, it's time to get up."

Donghuang Wujue turned over, lazily like a cat that hasn't woken up.Then face the wall and continue to be in a daze.

Just pretend you didn't hear the knock on the door!
Gu Zhichuan noticed the movement in the room, his brows and eyes were frowned, and he continued to ask: "Don't you want to get up?"

Rolling his eyes, Donghuang Wujue continued to be in a daze.

Isn't this asking nonsense?If you want to get up, can you still lie here?

The people in the room still didn't respond, Gu Zhichuan pushed the door open and walked in.

He who had been paying attention to the movement at the opposite door last night naturally knew when the little guy stopped.

However, you can stay in bed, but you have to eat breakfast.

During the few days when he went to the divination tower, he specially left a cook here to cook for the little guy.

The purpose is nothing but to make her eat less pastries and more staple food.

However, after he came back, the cook told himself that the little guy had no pastry to eat, and his appetite decreased, and he didn't even eat breakfast for several days.

There is also plausibility: since it is not a pastry, it is naturally tasteless to eat.If you can eat less, just eat less.

The cook didn't recruit her, but Gu Zhichuan had plenty of ways.

Donghuang Wujue, who was lying on the bed pretending to be dead, turned over immediately when he heard the door being pushed open.He found the booklet, hugged it in his arms, and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, leaving only his furry head outside.

Are you still guarding yourself?Gu Zhichuan secretly found it funny.

"It's okay to stay in bed, but you can't skip breakfast."

After saying that, Gu Zhichuan went straight to the bed and sat down.Pick up the pumpkin porridge and feed it to Donghuang Wujue.

Donghuang Wujue, who hadn't been fed for a long time, was a little confused, and the spoon was about to touch the corner of his mouth.She just realized it, this is pumpkin porridge!
He quickly reached out to block the spoon and stepped back.

"I haven't washed yet!"

Yeah?Why does Gu Zhichuan think that what she cares about is not washing or not, but something else?However, he didn't talk too much.He only raised his eyebrows, grabbed her hand, and wiped it carefully.

When the little guy just reached out to stop the spoon, some porridge spilled on her hand.

Seeing that Gu Zhichuan seemed to ignore him, Donghuang Wujue could only look at him helplessly.

Signal him with your eyes, put down your sinful pumpkin porridge!

hurry up!

Come on, when Donghuang Wujue met Gu Zhichuan, he was a pitiful little one who only acted coquettishly with his eyes.Just now, he was so arrogant through a door, it can be said that one thing is one thing.

After being stared at by such eyes for a while, Gu Zhichuan finally couldn't help laughing, and put down the porridge.Rubbing her little head, "Then get up, let's wash up?"

"Well..." I don't want to get up either!
"Then have porridge."

Hearing this, Donghuang Wujue took the initiative to bury her head in Gu Zhichuan's arms, trying to block the attack of pumpkin porridge by Gu Zhichuan, the leader of the evil organization, by acting like a baby.

But, is Gu Zhichuan so easy to fool?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the man's hand stretching out towards the pumpkin porridge, and Donghuang Wujue immediately rubbed back and forth restlessly in his arms, "You don't want to drink it~"

(End of this chapter)