Only Sikong and Yu Xing were left in the restaurant.

The maids serving dishes lowered their heads, not even daring to glance at them, holding their breaths, stepping lightly, and carefully putting down the dishes, for fear that they would die if they were not careful.

Yu Xing glanced at the empty seat beside him and slowly got up.

Sikong leaned back in his chair and said lightly, "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 blankly: "What did you say?"

Sikong took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Tell him what to do if he wants to keep someone."

He raised his eyelids and stared into Yu Xing's eyes: "If you don't want him to go, just cooperate well."

Yu Xing sneered: "Don't you think it's too late to talk about cooperation now?"

Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Cooperation to let mother stay, doesn't affect my desire to beat you."

"We just need to collaborate on one thing."

"Stay here, he belongs to us."

…………

Wen Qing didn't know what Yu Xing and Sikong were discussing in the restaurant.

He leaned on the housekeeper, hooked his fingers weakly on the corner of the housekeeper's clothes, and urged, "Hurry up."

"Yes." The housekeeper replied, wrapping his arms around Wen Qing's waist, and picked him up directly.

This is not the first time that Wen Qing has been hugged by the housekeeper. He is already used to it, and he turned to his side to adjust his posture in the housekeeper's arms and lie down more comfortably.

Wen Qing tilted her head and rested her head on the butler's chest, her brain slowly turning.

He raised his chin slightly, looked sideways, and asked slowly, "You are my housekeeper, so don't you need to listen to Sikong and Yu Xing?"

The butler responded and went straight upstairs: "I only listen to you."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and after a while, she shouted 001 in her heart: [001. 】

001 hummed, pretending to be calm and asking: [What's wrong? 】

Wen Qing was still a little stunned, but didn't notice that 001's tone was a little strange.

He said to 001: [Did you hear that? 】

[I heard,] It paused and said slowly, [What's wrong with this sentence? 】

【Did you tease you? 】

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, not expecting 001 to ask this question.

He pursed his lips: [I just want you to listen. 】

[Look at other people's AI. 】

001: […]

Afraid of 001 being angry, Wen Qing added: [Actually, you are quite obedient. 】

[I will continue to listen in the future. 】

001: […]

The next second, Wen Qing felt the housekeeper's hand on his back tighten.

Wen Qing was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The housekeeper was expressionless: "Nothing."

Wen Qing snorted without thinking much.

Seeing that he was on the third floor, he hurriedly stopped the housekeeper: "Go find Xiao Jiyu again."

"Yes." The housekeeper responded, walked to the door of Xiao Jiyu's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Boom thump-"

Wen Qing looked at the closed door and frowned slightly.

It's strange that Xiao Jiyu hasn't seen anyone for a day.

And didn't tell him what he was doing.

It's more like hiding from yourself than being playful.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and Sikong's attitude just now was a little wrong.

Could Sikong do anything to Xiao Jiyu? Or say something?

The butler raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

Wen Qing shouted, "Xiao Jiyu, are you there?"

The door didn't open, and no one responded.

After waiting for a while, Wen Qing said to the housekeeper, "Let's go."

"Yes."

The housekeeper turned and walked towards the stairs, and when he came to the corner, he paused slightly and continued to walk forward.

After a while, a choked child's voice sounded in the corridor on the third floor.

"Eat, close the door."

"I-I'm going to cry for a while."

"Wang woo..."

"close the door!"

"Ugh..."

Back in the room, Wen Qing subconsciously looked at her glasses.

Now there are no Sikong and Yu Xing, only one warm mirror is left.

Seeing that the mirror only illuminates the appearance of the bedroom, there is no abnormality, and there is no warm mirror.

Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief and asked the housekeeper to put himself on the bed.

The housekeeper asked in a low voice, "Do you want something to eat?"

"No," Wen Qing shook his head, shrank into the quilt, and slowly undressed, "I'm going to lie down for a while."

The butler put the pajamas by his hand.

Wen Qing diligently changed her clothes under the quilt, stared at the white ceiling in a daze, and continued to ponder advanced tasks.

leave the castle...

Make a wish to Xiaoji

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at the housekeeper and asked in a low voice, "Butler, do you know Xiao Jiyu's ability?"

The butler lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Wen Qing sighed, closed his eyes, and continued to ponder.

Although didn't eat much for dinner, had been nervous in the restaurant just now, and now relax, Wen Qing soon became a little tired, and her body gradually felt sleepy.

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Qing slowly fell asleep.

The housekeeper stood aside and stared at his sleeping face for a while.

He picked up Wen Qing's clothes, replaced the boots by the bed with slippers, closed the window, closed the curtains, and dimmed the lights.

After finishing a series of tasks, 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 didn't fall asleep when she heard the door closing.

He rolled over in a daze, his body was suddenly cold, and he groped to grab the quilt.

After a while, the quilt did not catch it, but caught a warm hand.

Wen Qing slept a little dazedly, squeezed his hand dully, and then realized what he had caught.

He was so frightened that he sat up immediately.

Just as he sat up straight, there was a black shadow in front of him.

Wen Jing wore the same pajamas as him, sat cross-legged on the bed, and shouted with a smile, "Gentle."

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she stammered and asked, "You, why are you in bed."

"You, you scared me to death..."

Wen Jing raised her eyebrows slightly: "what is your bed, my bed."

"Gentle, we are alone."

"This is our bed."

Saying that, he leaned forward.

Wen Qing quickly ducked back and glanced around, but did not see the housekeeper in the room.

He said nervously to Wen Jing: "I want to sleep, don't disturb me."

Wen Jing was half-kneeling on the bed, shook the medicine jar in his palm, and said slowly, "You sleep, I will apply the medicine for you."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at the medicine jar in his hand, remembering the situation where the housekeeper helped him apply medicine yesterday, and thinking of Wen Jing's words last night.

He said quickly, "No need, I—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Jing's hand was on the edge of his waistband.

Wen Qing's body froze, and quickly reached out to stop him.

But Wen Jing seemed to know what action he would make, and he turned his hands around his waist.

Not only did he avoid Wen Qing's hand, he also took off his pants.

Wen Qing's legs were cold, and he quickly raised his legs together.

Wen Jing bent his knees and pressed it on his leg: "Be gentle, let me take a good look."

Wen Qing would never let him see it, but Wen Jing's strength was stronger than him, he couldn't move his legs, he reached out to push Wen Jing away, Wen Jing's movements were always one step faster than him.

The moment Wen Qing raised his hands, his hands were clasped by one of Wen Jing's hands.

Wen Jing bent down, leaned over to Wen Qing's leg, and breathed out as much as possible on the white and tender leg.

He flexed his fingers, pressed them on Wen Qing's leg, and slowly pushed them away.

White and soft, no redness, no abrasions.

The wound is really healed.

Wen Qing's body couldn't move, so she could only anxiously say to Wen Jing, "It's really good."

"No medicine needed."

Wen Jing snorted softly, threw away the medicine jar in his hand, put his palm on Wen Qing's fair and delicate skin, slowly rubbed it, and asked, "What did you do lightly?"

"How did the wound heal so quickly?"

Wen Qing's body was stiff, and her voice trembled with nervousness: "Take your hand away"

Not only did Wen Jing not take it away, but it went too far.

He gently rubbed the thin white cloth with his fingertips: "Answer my question first."

Wen Qing's cheeks blushed, and she didn't dare to lie, for fear that Wen Jing would do other things.

He had to tell the truth: "Xiao Jiyu helped me cure it."

Wen Jing squinted his eyes: "I already know that the child can make his wish come true."

Wen Qing was stunned, Wen Jing actually knew about this?

Seeing his surprise, Wen Jing hooked her lips, leaned in front of Wen Qing, and explained, "Didn't he ask you several times what you want?"

"I didn't think much about it at the time."

"What about now?" Wen Jing paused and asked slowly, "Do you know what to wish for?"

During the conversation, Wen Jing's hand never moved away.

Wen Qing couldn't stand his hands and his movements, and said in a trembling voice, "I've already answered your question."

"Can you let go first?"

Wen Jing raised her eyebrows, pressed the tip of Wen Qing's nose, sniffed the sweet fragrance on his body, and said, "Qing hasn't said it yet, do you know what wish you made?"

"You, you" Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, knowing that Wen Jing didn't want to let go at all.

Answering one question can lead to another.

Looking at his expression, Wen Jing flashed a hint of clarity in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Looks like I don't know."

"I already know," he asked deliberately, "Do you want to know lightly?"

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and blurted out, "What is it?"

Wen Jing rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately and said slowly, "Kiss me."

"I'll tell you."

The corners of his mouth slowly grinned upward, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I want a tongue kiss."

"Want to hook my tongue lightly, lick slowly like a kitten, suck slowly"