Host, You're Targeted

Close to the border, sparsely populated, it is now the season of grass growing and warblers flying. At a glance, you can see green and green.

Tingyuan was sitting on the carriage with a piece of cake in his hand and a cake box beside it.

TingYang finished his dry food and went to the river to wash his hands. Passing by, he saw him holding a cake and stopped in surprise.

"Court yuan!" TingYang had already passed the carriage, aiming at the cake in Tingyuan's hand and folded back, "what are you eating?"

What Tingyuan held in his hand was a mung bean cake that was half eaten.

He finished the rest of the small half of the mung bean cake in one bite, and made a little cake stained index finger.

TingYang stood in front of him with a sword and slapped him on his swinging legs.

"Stop shaking! Why do you have pastries! Where do you get so many cakes? Why can I only eat dry food? "

Court yuan was slapped by him painful, stretched out the leg to kick toward him in the past.

TingYang made a circle and nimbly avoided it.

"How can I know?" Tingyuan closed the lid of the food box and held the box in his arms, "young master, you are not allowed to take your own food! You can't see such a big box there! It's my fault that I didn't eat it because I was blind. "

Tingyuan pushed the box to the other side of the carriage, supporting the edge of the carriage and kicking TingYang.

"Too much! You go too far! You hit me! TingYang, are you human? Is it a man? "

Court yuan did not kick to TingYang, not even the edge of his clothes.

He held his hand and was about to jump down. A hand came out of the curtain and held him firmly around his waist.

"What are you doing?"

Yanhuai lifted the curtain to drill out, his arm across the court yuan waist, pulled him back to the edge of the carriage.

Tingyuan "PATA" once again sat back.

TingYang see Yanhuai out, stop the pace of the circle, respectfully bow his head salute.

"Young master."

"I heard it all." Yanhuai held Tingyuan in one hand. "This is the cake I asked the kitchen to prepare for Tingyuan last night. He is still small, weak and picky. He certainly doesn't eat dry food."

Court yuan looks up to see Yan Huai doubtfully. Many surprised feelings come out of his black eyes.

Yanhuai is aware of his eyes, also lowered his head and looked at him.

Tingyuan thought that Yan Huai's eccentric words had been said. His eyes must have different feelings or his face was spoiled.

But Yan Huai's expression is still so calm, like the wind will not ripple the lake, the surface is a layer of crystal clear ice.

There are open fields nearby. The wind blows from far away without any obstruction.

Tingyuan's ponytail was not tied up properly, and a few strands of hair were hanging on his side, blowing to Yanhuai with the direction of the wind leaving.

Yanhuai grasped that wisp of mischievous hair and carefully pinned it to the back of the court yuan's ear.

TingYang looked down at the nose and the heart with his head down.

Oh, he's really disturbing me!

When he saw the food box that had not appeared in the luggage, he should have thought that this was a small stove opened by Yan Huai to Tingyuan.

These two people are progressing so fast. What kind of pet do he compete with Tingyuan?

TingYang in the heart fan his several big ear scrapers, looking at the dust on the ground rolling to the distance.

This is a hint to him that if he doesn't roll at this time, when will he wait?

"Young master, I'll wash my face first." TingYang stepped back a step, "court yuan, you eat slowly, eat more, you grow up."

With that, TingYang walked quickly to the lake.