UGB Chapter 108
Chapter 108
Yan Qingping slept till the sun was up.
After washing up, Yan Qingping went to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
"Senior brother seems to be in a bad mood, did he become a thief last night?" As he was walking, a familiar girl's voice suddenly came from his ear.
"Junior Sister Ye?" Yan Qingping turned around differently, and saw the smiling Ye Yunxi.
Ye Yunxi was kneeling and sitting in front of the tea table where he usually drank tea. Besides the tea, there was also a wooden box in front of him.
"Visiting without authorization is really bothering senior brother." Ye Yunxi smiled and saluted, "A few days ago, thanks to senior brother's care, I had nothing to do today, so I made some cakes to give to senior brother. Unexpectedly, senior brother didn't wake up. The servants let me in because they knew me. Brother, don’t blame them, they dared not tell me to leave, and they dared not wake you up, so they had to welcome me in for tea.”
"Where, it's my snooze, Junior Sister Ye laughed at me." Yan Qingping smiled gently, and sat opposite her, "Is this the pastry made by Junior Sister? Did I take it apart?"
"Brother, please use." Ye Yunxi opened the food box for him.
There are several exquisite snacks listed inside, which are fragrant.Yan Qingping picked up a piece of rabbit pastry and put it in his mouth, it melted in the mouth, it was sweet and glutinous and fragrant.
"Delicious!" Yan Qingping's eyes lit up.
"It's good that senior brother likes it." Ye Yunxi covered her lips and smiled, "Then I'll take my leave first, so I won't bother you."
"Why are you so polite." Yan Qingping shook his head, "Then I won't see you off."
Little Loli nodded with a smile, turned around and left briskly.
Yan Qingping looked at the big box of snacks, and stopped looking for food.He closed the box, picked it up and left.
Wansheng Pavilion.
Fang Siming did not stay bored in his office study today, but practiced martial arts in the martial arts field.
He just... lied to his adoptive father.
Because of that idiot.
Pavilion Master Fang Shao, who had always been decisive in killing and attacking, was rarely in a state of confusion.
You can't betray your foster father.
cannot……
"Siming! Why did you come here? I didn't find you just now." A familiar voice sounded like ice and jade - Yan Qingping.
He turned his head and saw that Yan Qingping was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, holding a food box in his hand, and his black hair was tied high, looking like a fairy standing against the wind.
A pair of twinkling peach eyes are full of gentleness.
A trace of irritability appeared in Fang Siming's heart.
"What's wrong, Si..."
Fang Siming shot suddenly, grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.
"Huh?" Yan Qingping frowned as his back hit the wall fiercely.Fang Siming's perfect face, as if created by a god himself, is just a short distance away from him, with a pair of golden pupils of different colors shining brightly.
"Siming?" Yan Qingping asked.Fang Siming pinched his hand with no force at all, but stuck him against the wall.And this distance is a bit ambiguous...
"Don't call me." Fang Siming was inexplicably angry, "What do you take this place for? My Wansheng Pavilion is a place where you can come wherever you want?" Fang Siming narrowed his eyes dangerously, let go of his hand, and his fingertips were dangerous. across the fragile neck.
At the same time, he carefully observed Yan Qingping's expression: frowning, puzzled, puzzled...even concerned.
"Siming... why are you so awkward?" Yan Qingping was confused.What kind of play is this?
Fang Siming suddenly felt powerless.It's like this again, this person doesn't seem to be angry.He attacked suddenly, not only was this idiot not angry, he actually cared about him?This kind of humiliating behavior actually became "disturbed" to him...
"You...ah, idiot." Fang Siming withdrew his hands and turned to leave.
Yan Qingping's expression became solemn.He quickly stretched out his empty hand, grabbed Fang Siming's shoulder, and turned him against the wall.
"Siming...run away after teasing, isn't that good." He smiled lowly, put one hand on Fang Siming's ear, and approached him gently.
"you……"
"Young master! The subordinates come... huh?" Xuan Liu's bluffing voice sounded.
Yan Qingping's forehead twitched, and he turned around and cursed, "Get lost!"
"Yes! This subordinate, get out now!" Xuan Liu was taken aback, turned around and was about to run, but felt something was wrong after taking two steps.
"Why should I listen to you? You villain, let go of the young master!" Xuan Liu jumped back.
"I..." Yan Qingping's face darkened.
Fang Siming frowned and pushed Yan Qingping away: "Enough."
Yan Qingping sighed, and picked up the food box: "I'll wait for you in your study." Knowing that Xuanliu had something to report, Yan Qingping left obediently.
Slipping into the study skillfully, Yan Qingping's expression became serious.
Fang Siming...
He sighed a little, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
How can I make you trust me?
The Taoist priest in white crossed his legs quietly, and the room fell into silence.
It wasn't until the owner of the room pushed the door open that the stagnant aura was broken.The stern Taoist priest smiled slightly, the silence quickly faded, and the spring breeze turned into rain: "Siming."
Fang Siming paused: "Yes."
"Come and taste." Yan Qingping opened the food box, "It's delicious."
Fang Siming sat next to him: "It's not like your craft."
Yan Qingping's culinary skills emphasize taste over color, and he is not good at white cases.These exquisite snacks are obviously not made by him.
Yan Qingping squinted his eyes: "It was delivered by a junior sister Yunmeng."
Fang Siming's expression suddenly became a little dangerous.
"Yunmeng's... junior sister?" He repeated with a half-smile.
"Pfft... Siming, are you jealous?" Yan Qingping was suddenly a little happy.
To his surprise, Fang Da Aojiao did not refute, but admitted instead.
"So what? You are mine, didn't you say that yourself?" He turned his head away.
"Well... I said, I'll trade me for you." Yan Qingping finally laughed, and the heaviness that had just arisen was swept away, "It's the closed disciple of the founder of Yunmeng Come and Go, and the little girl is as good as the sky!" You're only ten years old, you don't need to be jealous, haha."
Fang Siming was slightly taken aback.He is not stupid, he immediately understood: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"It's just pushing the boat with the flow." Yan Qingping smiled slyly.
Fang Siming's golden eyes narrowed.Yan Qingping looked at him innocently.
Suddenly, Fang Siming smiled slightly, pushed Yan Qingping to the ground, and pushed him up.
Yan Qingping smiled slightly and looked up at him.
Fang Siming kissed her.
The snack box was lying on the side alone.