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Chapter 117
Miss x Big Brother [Three I'll just blow it]
Zhang Yunxin has been at the mansion for half a month, Su Yao has not had much contact with her, only heard that Cheng Lan has been banning her feet for the past few days, because she was caught disguised as a man when she left the mansion.
And Su Yao gradually got used to the days after rebirth.
In her previous life, she was seriously ill and bedridden for nearly a year. After her death, her soul body was locked in the Prime Minister's mansion and drifted around day and night.
She was not allowed to go out in life, and she was not allowed to speak in death. was afraid that God had mercy on her before letting her go back to this time.
To say what was the biggest change in Su Yao's return after her rebirth, it should be that she developed the habit of copying scriptures during the day.
On this day, she woke up early, and after having breakfast, she sat in front of the book desk and wrote. When Dongqing came to look for her, she happened to be concentrating on copying books.
At this moment, it was still cold, and accompanied by the sultry heat of summer, Su Yao didn't seem to be able to feel it. In Dongqing's eyes, she was too beautiful to be a real person, as if she was going to dissipate in the next moment.
Holly's footsteps were chaotic for a moment, and the words in her throat blurted out involuntarily: "Nian Nian..."
Suyao paused at the tip of her pen, and a drop of thick ink fell on the rice paper and fainted. She was not annoyed, and after changing the paper and putting the pen down, she raised her head and smiled at Dongqing: "You came very early today."
Dong Qing repeatedly told herself that Su Yao was still alive, and Su Yao did not leave him, which suppressed the anxiety in his heart. He glanced at the scriptures on the table and said, "Just be healthy, don't work too hard."
Su Yao walked towards him, carrying a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus with her, she pulled his sleeve robe and sat down with her: "I see," poured a cup of freshly changed hot tea and handed it to him, "Holly, you eat tea."
Dong Qing's serious eyebrows also brought a smile. He took a sip of the tea and glanced calmly at Su Yao's fingers that loosened his sleeves, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
He and Suyao have been together since childhood. Although he is only Suyao's playmate in name, everyone respects and fears him and calls him "Master Holly".
This is all the right that Suyao gave him.
They will keep their distance in front of people, although they are just trying to hide in the eyes of others, those people know in their hearts that Dongqing is the old man, and no one can touch it.
After people, they will be more intimate. This is a habit formed when they were young. Suyao relies on Holly, and Holly likes Suyao. All this is as it should be.
Dong Qing's fingers moved slightly, and finally touched Su Yao's delicate bun: "Nian Nian, let's go to Lingyun Temple in a few days."
Su Yao is not unfamiliar with how Dongqing touches her, but instead, she leaned on his head and rubbed her palm.
In Suyao's eyes, there are three types of people.
One is a man, one is a woman, and the other is Holly and Su Cheng.
Being able to have a close and comfortable relationship with her.
She nodded, "Okay." It happened that she also wanted to say goodbye.
Dong Qing's hand quickly put down, but Su Yao quickly grabbed his hand: "Why are you injured here?"
The soft and cool touch made Dong Qing's body stiff. He didn't withdraw his hand, but only whispered, "It's okay."
In this life, he did not refuse to return to that organization. He knew that in the last life, he just wanted to stay by Su Yao's side and let Su Yao be murdered by others.
Besides, how can you protect Su Yao if you have no power and no power in your hands? So he returned to the organization ahead of time before the people over there found him.
This injury, compared to the one on his body, is just a trivial bump.
Su Yao was very distressed.
She raised Dong Qing's wrist, aimed her mouth at the less than one inch wound and began to exhale, and said in her mouth, "I'll just blow it."
When Dong Qing was first brought to the Prime Minister's Mansion, his body was covered in bruises, and there was almost no good skin.
Suyao asked a doctor who often sees her to prescribe medicine for Dongqing's wounds, but the wound can't be healed in a while. He, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it'll be fine soon."
In fact, Dongqing didn't care about the pain, but he wouldn't say it, he just enjoyed Su Yao's concern for him.
Because Su Yao will not only coax him, but also help him blow his wounds - "I'll just blow it."
In the past few years, Dongqing has rarely been injured, and naturally this kind of treatment is no longer available. Now revisit it again, but Dongqing does not know what to do.
They are not young anymore.
Su Yao is like this... it will only make him uneasy.
Holly breathed slowly, trying not to stop her eyes from resting on Su Yao's pouted lips, but the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus she smelled in her breath couldn't be ignored.
He closed his eyes and calmed down the stormy waves in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, it was clear and bright, "It's a good year, I don't feel pain anymore."
Su Yao looked at him hesitantly, and the first sentence he put down his hand was: "You don't get hurt in the future, it hurts so much."
"……Um."
...
However, Su Yao also found that since this time, the injuries on Dongqing's hands have never stopped, and they are always on the back of the hand, on the tiger's mouth...
It's like...waiting for her to blow.
Of course, that's all for later.