He Qingqing, Jiang Longyi, him.

A demon and two people gathered in the small flowerbed to plant flowers diligently.

"Actually, you don't have to mind that kind of thing, boss lady." He Qingqing looked at the fruits of her labor with great satisfaction, "I'm not the one she can do if she wants to. I guess the palace is already in chaos now. There are many princes, ministers and princesses who like to listen to my songs, who are more than her. Do you really think they are all fooling?"

"A singer who can't even call me a name is so embarrassed to say she is popular. If she really has two tricks, would she use these tricks to exclude me?"

Jiang Longyi thought about it while holding a shovel, and this seemed to make sense.

"I, at least, I am the singer you hold. You know the best of my strength. They dare to make trouble with me today, and I will dare to swell their faces tomorrow. As long as the boss lady, you don't abandon me, a little weed, you can speak with your strength."

Jiang Longyi was stunned for a moment, reached out to pinch He Qingqing's face, and smiled and said, "You really have you. I have learned to flatter me. It's not bad, a child can teach you."

Jiang Longyi thought that this might be a good opportunity to enhance feelings, so she left the small flower garden first. Wen Yujun, who was painting in the attic, saw Jiang Longyi coming alone, and did not show any surprise, but just thought she came to report on the family business.

Jiang Longyi was indeed serious, and only at the end, she seemed to mention He Qingqing's recent situation inadvertently, while Wen Yujun's reaction was still very calm: "She doesn't care?"

Jiang Longyi nodded, not only not caring, but she was even sleepy when she heard it.

"So, do whatever you want to deal with this."

Wen Yujun seemed to have no intention of being angry at the beauties.

Perhaps it is to respect He Qingqing's wishes?

Jiang Longyi couldn't understand her uncle's thoughts, but her uncle let her be self-indulgent, so it would be okay for her to deal with the turtle grandson.

Just when Jiang Longyi was allowed to leave, Wen Yujun, who had put down her brush, asked slowly, "How hard is that singer's backstage?"

Jiang Longyi: “…”

In the evening, just after He Qingqing took a shower, Hongye came over to knock on her door.

"Young Master is waiting for you in the attic."

He Qingqing blinked.

The young master is waiting for her at this time?

If he hadn't believed in Wen Yujun's demonic product, He Qingqing would have thought that the other party had bad intentions and refused. It was so easy for a lonely man and a widow to get angry at night!

Hey, when I think about it this way, why are I still a little disappointed?

Unrequited love is too bitter, unrequited love and secret love... it is also too bitter.

He Qingqing entered the attic and saw Wen Yujun cooking tea attentively. Even when she came, she couldn't attract Wen Yujun's attention. He Qingqing became even more depressed.

It was clearly when the moon was on the willows, but her admiration was making tea.

He Qingqing's sweet voice was soft and soft. She stomped her feet and couldn't help complaining: "Young master, I've been here for a long time, so you should beg me!"

Wen Yujun controlled the heat and raised her eyes and smiled at He Qingqing: "Come here."

He Qingqing immediately ran away from the neglected dissatisfaction, jogged over happily, and smelled the tea fragrance curiously: "What kind of tea are you making?"

Wen Yujun said: "Green Tea."

He Qingqing's face turned red and she hurriedly turned her head.

Young Master, you are foul!

Wen Yujun poured out the tea and pushed it to He Qingqing: "Take it, I'll make it for you."

He Qingqing was very surprised, but she still obediently picked up the teacup and tasted it in small bites.

“Good!”

He Qingqing's eyes are bright.

Seeing that He Qingqing really liked her, Wen Yujun curled her lips and smiled with a gentle expression.

In the following time, He Qingqing was tasting tea and Wen Yujun was carving a puppet on the side.

After making the puppet, he looked very funny. However, Wen Yujun applied a wisp of demonic power inside, and the puppet immediately moved and even could talk.

"Some people outside are talking bad about you, you are very unhappy, right?" Looking at He Qingqing's surprised look, Wen Yujun said, "I can still see this. You can tell him what you want to say and do, and he will help you complete it."

He Qingqing looked at Wen Yujun with special admiration: "I can just scold them?"

"Of course." Wen Yujun nodded.

Can you agree to this? Young Master, have you not heard it clearly? He Qingqing put his chin on his cheek and pondered: "Young Master, I didn't expect you to be such a young master. You actually instigated me to curse."

Wen Yujun said: "Unbelievable?"

He Qingqing nodded. No matter how you look at a monster like Wen Yujun, you can't say anything dirty. In fact, it's true, because Wen Yujun will solve everything directly by force when encountering things that you can't bear. He is just gentle by nature, not that he won't be angry.

"This puppet will not leave any trace. You can do whatever you want with it." Wen Yujun patted the puppet's head, and the puppet began to curse people, but Wen Yujun's words of cursing people were particularly profound, and it sounded like an exquisite article, not vulgar at all.

He Qingqing was happy for a long time when she held the puppet. This was given to her by the young master. Then she puzzled and asked, "Young Master, why are you doing these for me?"

Wen Yujun was picking up the wick, but he didn't say anything when he heard this. He blinked his gentle eyes, but looked down at He Qingqing who was lying on the table and staring at him. For a moment, there was only He Qingqing's stupid look in his eyes, as if that was his world.

He Qingqing was stunned.

Wen Yujun closed her sleeves and smoothed the dull hair on He Qingqing's head: "It's just to make you happy."

This sentence is like the warm spring sun shining on the ice lake, causing the ice and snow of He Qingqing's heart to melt. Those depressed and aggrieved emotions disappeared in an instant.

"Young Master." He Qingqing sat upright and spoke seriously, "You are spoiling!"

Wen Yujun looked at the little girl's bulging cheeks: "Don't you like it?"

He Qingqing was immediately deflated. How could she not like it? But the more Wen Yujun is like this, the more likely she is to have those beautiful little thoughts. She found a reason that she thought was seamless and hummed in a low voice: "Hongye is going to misunderstand that you like me again."

Wen Yujun's clear and moist voice dyed a smile. He looked at He Qingqing's pretty face and said, "It's the same if Hongye is wrong. Qingqing, would you misunderstand?"

It's a foul to flirt with monsters like this!

He Qingqing reached out and patted her cheeks with increasing popularity, quickly changing the topic: "Young master, let's play puppets. I haven't played with it after watching it for a long time!"

The puppet produced by Wen Yujun is naturally full of lethality. He Qingqing looked at the hundreds of rumors-producing clones scattered out of the puppet and became even more addicted to playing.

Isn't it just a story?

He Qingqing is a dignified thrush, can she lose to humans?

That night, many enemy troops were attacked by nightmare.

Wen Yujun looked at He Qingqing, who had been attracted by the puppet for too long, and pointed his index finger at the puppet from the air, and the puppet left He Qingqing and flew out of the window.

What's going on?

He Qingqing spoke inexplicably: "Wen Yujun..."

Wen Yujun replied: "Maybe the upper limit for its demon power has reached, so it is more excited. It doesn't matter. When it has enough fun and needs to replenish demon power, it will naturally come back."

He Qingqing did not express any doubts about this.

"Young Master, look at the night outside, let's go out for a walk?"

He Qingqing is a person who can't sit still. The first time she was alone with Wen Yujun at this time, and Wen Yujun's attitude towards her was not cold, maybe she should give it a try.

It's not a solution to continue to have such a secret crush.

He Qingqing was a little nervously waiting for Wen Yujun's answer.

"Okay." Wen Yujun did not refuse. He seemed to have no idea that there was anything wrong with him going for a walk with a little girl in the middle of the night.

He Qingqing walked in front of Wen Yujun with a smile on her face. She turned around and walked towards Wen Yujun: "Young Master, you helped me again today. My mother taught me to be a bird to be kind, but I didn't know how to repay you after thinking about it. Why don't you tell me what I should do?"

Wen Yujun stopped, as if thinking.

The night breeze blew across Wen Yujun's long hair, and a few strands of hair rubbed against He Qingqing's hand.

"It will rain tomorrow." Wen Yujun did not answer He Qingqing's question.

He Qingqing took the courage to grab Wen Yujun's hair, and her cheeks were filled with scorching color due to excitement: "Young Master, I never thought that I would fall in love with anyone before I met you."
Chapter completed!