Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

92-2

Xue Yu's eyes were blank, and his mind was blank as he watched the stall owner weigh, smash, and scrape the scales of the fish. When Xin Xiao took the bag and was about to leave, he slowly followed.

Until he returned home, Yan Jueshen asked him if he was tired. He had not yet recovered from the shock. The man's eyes were deep, and he glanced at Xin Xiao and said to Xue Yu: "I'm going to cook, you go back to your room to rest?"

Xue Yu nodded, and turned back to his room without hesitation.

"What did you say to him? Why is he so absent-minded?" As soon as Xue Yu left, the intimacy that Yan Jueshen's eyebrows were almost full of disappeared, and the questioning in his tone went straight to Xin Xiao.

Xin Xiao threw the fish into the sink, his eyebrows raised in injustice, and told the truth: "I didn't say anything, not a single word. If you don't believe me, go ask him yourself."

His words were quite exaggerated, but there was really no exaggeration. Xin Xiao acted like a mute throughout the journey, as if talking to Xue Yu would shorten his life, and his mouth was tightly shut.

Xin Xiao had never been in the world of fame and fortune, and he was not smooth or hypocritical. Yan Jueshen, a seasoned man, could tell from his expression whether he was lying or not. He could not see any signs of lying, so he said, "Go wash the fish."

Xin Xiao, who was about to return to his room, heard this sentence asking him to work hard, and uttered an unbelievable onomatopoeia: "Why should I be your slave?"

Yan Jueshen heated up the noodles, and calmly turned on the fire and added oil in another pot, "If you don't want to eat, don't wash it, order takeout yourself."

Xin Xiao: "..."

In the end, Xin Xiao took the trouble to wash the fish and vegetables, and after cooking, he was asked to call Xue Yu to eat. He stood at the door of Yan Jueshen's bedroom and knocked a few times without saying anything.

Fortunately, Xue Yu knew his style of making noises but not speaking, and strangely understood what he meant. He came out of the room and sat obediently on the stool.

It's a pity that this meal with one more person was not very enjoyable.

Xue Yu was in agony and fidgeting. He would steal a glance at Xin Xiao from time to time, fearing that Xin Xiao would tear off his vest at the dinner table and expose his identity as a shameless liar.

Xin Xiao also felt very uncomfortable while eating. He was not blind, so of course he could see Xue Yu's small movements, which he thought he had not noticed. The food that went into his mouth lost its taste.

Yan Jueshen's breath was cold while eating. He looked at the two people in front of him who had frequent eye contact, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Although he did not think Xue Yu could like Xin Xiao, after all, at this age, and based on the high probability that some boys only like people of their age, it was inevitable that he would be an eyesore.

In short, the three of them did not eat well.

After finally finishing lunch, Xue Yu saw Yan Jueshen said to Xin Xiao: "Stay for a while, don't go back to your room yet."

Xin Xiao habitually glanced at Xue Yu, and was infected by Yan Jueshen's tone that something big was going to happen, so he also nodded in secret.

Then Xue Yu was sent back to the room by Yan Jueshen. The two sat on the sofa and talked in a very low voice.

Xue Yu: "?"

What are you doing in secret?

Xue Yu thought they were going to discuss his identity, so he was so nervous that he pressed against the door in the room to eavesdrop, but he couldn't hear anything.