Immortal Loves Cat Also

Seeing that Qingwu bowed his head and continued to eat, Wen Yue took back his sight. He put down his chopsticks and completely lost his mind to continue eating.

"Why do you ask?" Wen Yue pursed his lips and said in a deep voice.

"I just want you to know what you should do and what you can't do. Wen Yue, you've been thorough since you were a child. No matter what you look at, you can see better than me. Why can't you see through love alone?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Lei Yuan suddenly lowered his voice, like gritting his teeth and sighing. After saying that, he also looked at Qingwu and was surprised to see her obvious lack of appetite.

At this time, Wen Yue answered his question.

"You haven't experienced it. Naturally, you don't know the taste. Do you think love can be avoided as long as you see through?" Wen Yue's voice was also very low. He was not so much answering Lei Yuan's words as telling himself.

And he lowered his eyebrows. Lei Yuan could only see his slightly frowned eyebrows, but could not see the real emotion in his eyes.

But even so, Lei Yuan still heard some of his thoughts from his tone, but... It was mixed with some joy.

Wen Yue knows that he can love any woman in the world, but he can't love Qingwu alone. Qingwu is a demon, and there are so many painful examples of human demons from ancient to modern times.

He knew it was rough and even dangerous, but he couldn't help indulging in it.

Lei Yuan's heart sank badly. He looked at Wen Yue, opened his mouth, and asked in a difficult voice for a long time: "Wen Yue, can't I suddenly ask you, do you understand your mind?"

If so, Lei Yuan will slap himself immediately without hesitation.

Wen Yue looked at him strangely.

Just when Lei Yuan felt guilty and couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, Wen Yue looked away faintly, "you also admit that my mind is more transparent than you. Do you think I will need you to give me some advice?"

His tone was faint, but Lei Yuan inexplicably heard a dislike from it.

Lei Yuan choked in his heart, looked at Qingwu, suddenly stood up, stared at Wen Yue and said, "Wen Yue, I have something to say to you."

"Aren't we talking?" Wen Yue raised his eyes and sat on the chair without moving. After saying this, he looked at Qingwu and saw that her bowl of fish soup didn't move much. The center of his eyebrows twisted up, stretched out his hand and rubbed it on her head. "Don't you have a good appetite today? Why did you eat so little? "

If it had been in the past, Qingwu would have finished the bowl of fish soup. At this time, he was either lying on the table or on his legs, showing his belly lazily.

Lei Yuan was helpless when he saw that he was worried in his eyes. He also knew that he would not leave and talk to himself. He had to shake his sleeve and give up: "forget it, I don't want to be more involved."

Then he turned and went out.

From beginning to end, Wen Yue didn't look up at him. He held Qingwu in his arms. He took the bowl of fish soup with one hand and smelled it under the tip of his nose. Then he asked, "is the cook in the yard bad? Don't you like it?"

"Meow woo ~" is not the problem of fish soup, but she has something in her heart, so she naturally has no appetite. Qingwu shook his head, lay down in Wenyue's arms, and recovered his look.