Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Where do I put it for you?"

She glanced at it, lowered her head again, and said, "At the door of my room, take the part of the classics on the case table in my room."

"Okay. By the way, where did you put the tea?"

"The first locker."

Skillful Pigeon

I went to bed too late, got up too late, and fell asleep again in the afternoon. I am so lethargic today that I am very tired. I refuse the vicious circle and go on a day of cooing.

Daily leave and chatting about the current situation, the writing is still mainly relaxed, the tone is just like this, those who want to take stomach medicine can retreat, I have no stomach medicine plan, I still write according to this rhythm, and the slow and long daily addition line is slightly advancing The main line of Qin's unification should be very stable.

The guilt of not updating today kept torturing my heart, so I had to stop by the dessert house with my roommate after dinner and ordered a big glass of kiwi flavored milkshake with popping beads, and a big glass of passion fruit Fruit milk tea, blowing an unimaginably suitable air-conditioning wind...

After enduring a series of trials comparable to hell, the guilt in my heart finally got better, and I suppressed my love for the cute little readers (fake, the favorability is not so high, if there is no love, whoever believes will lose) ...

I'm so miserable, I started to play the emotional card and the sympathy card, so please forgive my googoo.

Chapter 210 Nobody Knows Last Night

The aftereffects of a hangover are quite serious.

Dizzy, as if a 40-year-old woman had yelled at her ears.

Yan Ce put her slippers on the door and kicked the door habitually, but suddenly remembered that cold-faced evil spirit was sitting in his room, and slowly lowered the raised foot.

When the boy walked into her bedroom and was about to take the classics to the next door, Yan Ce was stunned for a moment, the cleanliness was so high that the boy was ashamed.

There is no harm without comparison, one is a luxury dog ​​house, the other is an iron cage for stray cats, and Yan Ce's room belongs to the latter.

Of course this is not the point.

The key is that no one has ever entered the room of the messenger.

The extremely small amount of tiny dust on the floor is distributed evenly. Yan Ce's vision has always been excellent when he is awake. Even rare assassin skills such as night vision are equipped with him.

About the amount of dust in one night.

The quilt on the bed also looked untouched. After Holmoyan's careful investigation, he could conclude that it was a murder in a secret room... In fact, he just concluded that the woman did not stay in her room honestly last night.

That woman wouldn't have stayed in his room last night, so what happened last night?

Simple analysis, bold guesses, when he was lying on the bed after waking up, the first thing he saw was Miss Lingshi cleaning his room, then dressing up and tying his ponytail... Most importantly, she still had a grumpy, irritable and unhappy expression...

The ordinary script should be that the boy and the woman who are old enemies put aside their misunderstandings under a chance meeting, and slept peacefully all night, omitting the mosaic in the middle, the fierce panting during exercise, and the mutual fusion of male and female genes, stepping forward in the inheritance of the supreme principle of life. The first step from a teenager to maturity.

Yan Ce's face paled in an instant, feeling that he was scared out of his wits in an instant, hugged the classics and tea leaves she needed, and walked back to his room in a daze.

"Where do you put these letters?"

"On the case."

"I brought all the ones from your room, I'll put the ones that don't need me back later."

She gave the young man a sideways look, and said coldly, "You are not needed."

The woman in front of Yan Ce tightened her uncomfortable maid's attire, gently opened the letter with her fingertips, and flipped through it with one hand, her long black hair matched her charming pupils very well.

The young man put down the classics, swallowed to hide the ominous premonition in his heart, and pretended to be calm: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"...It's okay." The woman replied coldly.

"Then...did I sleep well?" Yan Ce asked cautiously.

Her eyes, which were so dark that they could not see the bottom, narrowed slightly, and her lips curled up, drawing a sneer, "What do you mean?"

There was no look of joy or anger on his face at all, Yan Ce had no idea whether it was a woman who was going to take his life in the next second, or just impatient with the simple nagging of the boy.

"Did you not go to your room to sleep all night?"

"Do you think I'll do anything to you?" she asked rhetorically.

Her pride wouldn't lie about frivolity, so the fact that she'd been here all night wasn't denied.

It's just that the indifferent attitude seemed to be sarcasm, mercilessly attacking Yan Ce's madness.

"Of course not, I'm just curious that you still take care of your enemies."

Sure enough, he was thinking too much.

Yan Ce's worries finally dissipated, and he felt relaxed in an instant, sitting on the soft bedside.

"Move your butt, don't sit on my clothes!"

Miss Lingshi raised her eyes slightly to see Yan Ce's expression of luck, and then warned coldly.

"Uh, okay. I put the clothes in the closet for you...Forget it, I'll wash it for you later, remember to come and get it after washing."

Opening the empty closet, the boy casually folded her uniform and placed it on the top shelf.

This woman probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise it would be impossible to clean his warm and dirty kennel into a reception. She just sat down for a while and reacted so much. If Yan Ce used her clothes as a rag, she might On the spot, a set of powerful output of combo moves, slashing, and critical strikes broke out in seconds, but now he is in the honeymoon period of cooperation with Miss Lingshi, and he doesn't want to put this chaotic and evil woman on the spot just because of a little trifle. Push to the opposite.

"understood……"

Responded indifferently, Miss Lingshi didn't have the time to quarrel with the young man, she was busy finding out the key point of graduating from the school as soon as possible, and walked barefoot to another desk to report some recent information about the royal court. Analysis spread out.

On one side, Yan Ce quietly took out a pottery cup, and looked back at the woman who kept writing.