Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 81 The Hero Saves the Beauty, Chirp Crisis 1
Fu Qi's tone was as cold as ever, and the raised pupils were dark and deep, shining with an indescribable light.

Jiang Shen rubbed his bare elbows, inexplicably feeling a cold breeze brushing past, "Brother Qi, what you said, you can't support her forever, right?"

"Who will you raise, her?"

Fu Qi blinked his eyelashes slightly, curled his slender lips, and sneered.

This little guy is a little rich woman now, and she must start with a million deposits.

Across a door, Ji Jiujiu's dog was lying there sneakily, like a thief, with its ear pressed against the wooden door, silently listening to the corner of the wall.

"..."

Ji Jiujiu's face was tense and his expression was very serious, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this behavior.

The little rabbit ears that haven't popped up for a long time are probing presumptuously, and the tips of the snow-white fluff are condensed with a translucent light.

Almost her whole body was stuck against the light-colored wooden door, and her dark, clean hair was spread out behind her. The little girl pursed her lips, just in time to hear Fu Qi's words, "She doesn't look down on mortals."

……

That's right.

She is a fairy, and if there is no accident, she will have at least thousands of years to live, but mortals only have a mere few decades of life. To her, people are really too fragile.

But this time, Fu Qi is also a mortal.

Even though Feng Qi's primordial spirit lives in his body, Fu Qi is still a mortal.

He will get old, hurt, and be afraid, and he may even disappear without paying attention.

When Fu Qi was full of gray hair, she looked like a teenage girl in the world.

When Fu Qi was about to pass away, she still looked like this.

People in the world say that ghosts and humans have different paths, but why not mortals and gods.

Ji Jiujiu's fluffy bunny ears drooped listlessly.

She is only three thousand years old and hasn't experienced the calamity of love, but she knows that the calamity of love is something a god must go through, and this is their destiny.

But this fate, can it be intervened at will, and whether the fate will be affected by some sudden factors.

Then she doesn't know too well.

After all, she is just one, pure and innocent, and has not experienced love disaster——

Little bunny.

Ji Jiujiu looked up sadly at a 45° angle.

*
When Jiang Shen left with his brother Meng happily, it was already dark.

Although he was the happiest one who yelled "Housewarming Banquet" just now, he still loves his brother Qi.

In Jiang Shen's eyes, his elder brother Qi couldn't afford to rent such a good house.

So a small group of people had a very simple dinner at home and drank some wine by the way.

Ji Jiujiu licked the corners of his lips, and kindly reminded, "Drinking alcohol hurts the kidneys."

The pale crimson lips parted slightly.

Facing Fu Qiran's lazy Motong who was smiling and drunk, she blinked suddenly, sat upright and behaved.

The young man's posture is leisurely and casual, with his slender forearms resting on the cold edge of the back of the chair, and the wide sweater hugging the young man's figure, nestling there, he looks a little pitifully thin.

But he was smiling again.

Several people ate noisyly for a long time, and at around eight o'clock in the evening, they realized that they had to leave.

Jiang Shen was in a daze, he didn't know what was going on in his head, before he reached the door, he sat on the ground like a child and acted foolishly, with his long arms pinching Fu Qi's waist, crying with snot and tears:

"Woooooooooooooooooo Brother Qi..."

"You only have one kidney..."

"Can you do well in the future? If you can't enjoy family happiness, then you will be so lonely, woo woo woo woo..."

Fu Qi: "..." What is this bastard so aggressive about?

He twisted his wrist nonchalantly.

Ji Jiujiu has always been quite obedient, sitting there, holding a cup of milk he warmed for her, holding the clean side of the cup with two small hands, sitting on the sofa, her white and tender calves dangling, her head bowed, Take small sips.

... a little pathetic.

Fu Qi made up his mind, and felt that it was probably——

The wine mother and the well-behaved and sensible little daughter.

Realizing what he was thinking again, Fu Qi's expression sank suddenly: "..."

What the fuck is that.

*
The neighborhood is quite big, Jiang Shen was carried by a few brothers who were not so drunk, and followed Fu Qi in a daze.

"Wait for me."

The little girl wanted to go downstairs to get some air, but she hadn't been here often, and she was unfamiliar with the place, so she was afraid that she would lose herself.

Fu Qi stretched out his hand towards her quite naturally, the hostility and indifference between his brows and eyes was rarely suppressed by him, the young man turned his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and said in a low, lazy voice:
"Come here, Ji Jiujiu, follow brother."

"Oh!"

The little girl responded clearly and crisply, her pace quickened a bit, she raised her eyes, and secretly glanced at the other party's drunken eyes, put her little hand on his palm, and blinked.

"..."

The girl's hands were soft, like fluffy clouds rippling in the blue sky.

No wonder the ancients called it catkin.

The boy was holding her like a child. It was near the end of August, and the evening wind was still hot. The wind blew past, kicked up dust, and shook the branches and leaves.

Fu Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced lightly, and inadvertently landed on the obviously stiff expression of the other party.

he:"……"

But it was strange, seeing Ji Jiujiu's obviously unnatural expression, he had no intention of letting go.

On the contrary, the strength in his hand tightened a little.

"What are you doing hiding so far away?" the young man said in a low voice, with a quiet smile, "Afraid that my brother will eat you?"

"...That's not the case."

Ji Jiujiu avoided her eyes, feeling a little nervous.

Although she was presumptuous and ate a lot of Feng Qi's tofu in the heaven, he never let her hold Feng Qi's hand.

Feng Qi said that hands can only be held by important people.

Under the dim street lights, Ji Jiujiu took another sneaky look at Fu Qi's side face, and pursed his lips a little nervously.

A thin layer of sweat dripped from the palms.

...if he is Feng Qi.

He shouldn't take the initiative to hold her, right?
The little girl sighed silently.

Fu Qi lowered his eyes, "?"

What is going on in this little guy's head all day long?

*
Fu Qi actually didn't drink much, and his thoughts were very clear, but today he had been busy for a whole day, and with the alcohol in his body, after sending Jiang Shen and the others away, he just lay down on the sofa.

The young man half-curled his slender body, closed his eyes, his thick and curled eyelashes drooped quietly, and his eyelids were lowered, covering his dark and dark pupils.

Ji Jiujiu's fingertips were still held by him and did not let go.

Her eyes were complex, she took a deep breath, her soft voice was very tentative:

"Fu Xiaoqi... Fu Qi?"

The girl's fingertips were condensed with a little light blue light. Seeing that Fu Qi didn't respond, her troubled mind suddenly became entangled.

Although, if Fu Qi wakes up and recalls holding her hand, will he feel that he is an old beast?
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The old mother interrupted:
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　Fu Qi [cold]: Who the hell is that old beast?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)