Nine Hundred and Thirteen: Dormant for 2 Years, the General Trend of the World (4)

"Don't talk about these disappointing things, and don't try to change the subject."

Jiang Pengji let out a languid breath, turned around, and directly embraced Wei Ci as a big pillow to sleep.

Wei Ci froze at first, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

After a while, he said, "Is my lord asleep?"

He has spent half his life with Jiang Pengji, and he knows how badly this person sleeps.

Not to mention a slightly louder movement, even if someone sneaks up beside her, it can wake her up.

Jiang Pengji closed her eyes and muttered.

"I'm already asleep, you have the heart to disturb my dream?"

"Yes, yes, my lord is asleep." Wei Ci smiled wryly, "It's cold on the ground, sorry for the offense, I will carry you to the bed."

The indoor floor is paved with solid wood, which is not to mention hard, and it is also very cold, making it uncomfortable to lie on.

When Jiang Pengji heard it, her ears almost pricked up.

She opened her arms enthusiastically, "Come here! If Zixiao can't hold you, I can hold you."

Wei Ci said, "Since my lord is asleep, don't talk in your sleep."

Jiang Pengji pouted, she doubted whether Wei Ci could hug her.

Even though she was slender, she was tall and muscular, and her actual weight was a bit heavier than that of an ordinary adult man.

Whether Wei Ci could pick her up, Jiang Pengji didn't have much hope.

Facts have proved that she really underestimated the other party.

Wei Ci heard Jiang Pengji laugh softly, as smart as him, he naturally knew what the other party was laughing at, and couldn't help but blushed.

Don't look at him picking up Jiang Pengji, it's actually quite strenuous, so he's breathing a bit lightly.

From the spot to the bed, the distance between two points and one line is only a few steps, but Wei Ci was so tired that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Zixiao's arm strength still needs to be practiced." Jiang Pengji rolled into the bed, clamped a corner of the thin quilt with her toes, tossed it casually, and then rolled her body around, just enough to cover half of her body with the unfolded thin quilt.

"Otherwise, it's easy to lose physical strength in the future."

In the darkness, Wei Ci's eyes were somewhat helpless.

He is not a first-time brother, so of course he can understand the connotation of the other party's words.

Well aware of Jiang Pengji's temper, Wei Ci didn't dare to speak indiscriminately, lest the other party make an inch of it.

Jiang Pengji precisely prevented Wei Ci from taking another thin quilt, and teased him with a smile.

"Sleep in a quilt! Zixiao in Xia Tian is really likable."

Wei Ci responded, "So, in winter, the lord will despise Ci?"

"No." Jiang Pengji said, "The lord of winter will please Zixiao."

Wei Ci was stunned for a while before he understood what she meant, and was immediately too ashamed to speak.

Furious, with a bit of annoyance in his tone, "Who likes it?"

Her Majesty in the previous life was so cold and serious, why is she so glib in this life?

He lay down cautiously next to the edge of the bed, his neck tightened suddenly, and Jiang Pengji forcibly moved him around in his arms.

Wei Ci had no choice but to accept his fate. After all, he could not escape the fate of being a pillow in summer.

Her Majesty in her previous life knew how to restrain herself, but in this life, she is becoming more and more lawless.

"I like it." Jiang Pengji said.

Wei Ci lay down helplessly.

That's all - how many times can you be harassed a year?

Today, let her be fine.

Wei Ci's guess was right, Jiang Pengji came here secretly and could only stay for two or three days.

On the second day, she ran away without a trace.

Either with Shao Guang or Zhang Ping, staring at Yan Lieyang, carefully inspecting the construction progress of various places.

Except at night, I can't see her at all.

After three days like this, it was time for Jiang Pengji to leave for Maruzhou.

"People in the world often say that they think about it every day and dream at night. Zixiao must think about me more, this is an order."

Jiang Pengji whispered in his ear.

I don't know if it's because the sun is too strong outside, or because I'm too nervous, Wei Ci feels like he's sweating all over his body.

"Compassion is to share worries and relieve labor for the lord, and there is no time to think."

Jiang Pengji was out of breath, and because of the presence of others, she couldn't do anything more.

"You wait—don't cry then."

Wei Ci is confident, at least for the next ten years, he will be safe.

"Congratulations to the lord!"

He bowed.

Jiang Pengji laughed angrily, she said to Zhang Ping and Shao Guang, "Xiheng, Chongming, I forgot to explain some things to Zixiao."

Zhang Ping and Shao Guang thought they were going to talk about serious business, so they backed away with a wink.

Jiang Pengji grinned, showing several white teeth.

Wei Ci's heart went cold, and he had an ominous premonition.

After sending Jiang Pengji away, Zhang Ping and Shao Guang found that Wei Ci's mood was not right.

They also thought that Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci's discussion was serious, and they felt a little worried.

In fact, Wei Ci just didn't slow down.

The skin at the collarbone rubbed against the clothes, causing fine and dense pain.

"It's nothing." Wei Ci comforted the two with a normal expression.

In another place, Jiang Pengji was already on the road with a licorice in her mouth, and the live barrage was already bursting with enthusiasm.

[Pretend Thirteen]: Anchor, your words don't count. Didn't you say that this live broadcast room is very serious, why are you still robbing me of my male god?

[Selling wine and waiting for you]: How angry, it's rare to have a male god who fell in love at first sight, and was finally gnawed by the anchor, big skinny eyes!

[A raccoon flower presses the crabapple]: My heart is broken. I agreed that this anchor is very serious and won't drive at every turn?

The above is the wailing of the audience in the blue barrage.

Although the red army has an absolute advantage, the endless emergence of good-looking male gods still attracts some blue audiences.

Among the many male gods, Wei Ci's appearance is the most outstanding, and because of his pitifully few appearances, he has the highest gold content.

Just now, Jiang Pengji boldly grabbed Wei Ci's collar and bit his collarbone. This action broke the hearts of the blue audience.

What's even more heartbreaking is that I don't know if Jiang Pengji did it on purpose, or pick Weici's collar, but it just got stuck in their perspective.

It was definitely on purpose, right?

Compared with the wailing of the blue audience, the red audience laughed and laughed.

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Yoyo——Our little pig can finally make cabbage, the old father is very pleased.

[Smuggling into Africa]: It's not easy. After chasing the live broadcast for almost seven years, my daughter finally sent her her first kiss.

[Mo Lingyin]: Bah, what kind of first kiss is this? This baby has been expecting the anchor to cook the frog, the kind beauty, but the anchor refuses to say anything. Dare to ask—whose hot water has been boiled for several years? Just gnaw, what kind of hero is a hero who blocks the camera?

They only saw Jiang Pengji take a bite of Wei Ci, but they didn't see a trace of extra skin on the other side.

So angry!

[A civet cat]: You don't understand, the host is called possessive. If I had a boyfriend like Cimeiren, I would be stingy too.

[Silent Yaya]: If I had a boyfriend like a kind and beautiful person, I would have knocked me out and dragged him on the bed and cried for him!

Jiang Pengji looked at the barrage and smiled without saying a word.

Yes, she is stingy, so she won't accept it and fight! twenty two

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