Kuai Chuan: Crazy criticized villain in my arms and arrogant

Chapter 9 The young master is a bit strange! (Nine)

Turning the jade pendant around, the word "Xiaoxiao Xunfu" was impressively engraved under the side carved with strange art and rare beasts.

In an instant, Mu Qiu's expression froze on his face, but he quickly covered it up, retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone:
"This jade pendant is too similar to mine. I saw it fell on the ground this morning and thought it was mine. I didn't expect Xun Fu to belong to you."

"Oh, that's right." A hint of meaning flashed across Xun Fu's eyes.

At this time, the night outside the window was already hanging high in the sky, presumably it was time to wait for Xici, Xun Fu put his things away and put them in a small backpack by the bed just now.

He left without looking back, leaving only the mess in the bedroom.

In the dark alley, the figure of the young man was leaning halfway in front of the car, his long black hair blocking his eyes, like an abandoned animal.

The street lamp on the opposite side flickered slightly, moths circled the light source, casting some shadows, Xun Fu trotted over with a small bag on his back.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Xici raised his head, shattered light flashed across his eyes, and a brilliant galaxy flowed out, his thin lips moved slightly and said softly: "You are back."

Xun Fu nodded, and reached out to brush the fallen leaves on the young man's shoulders. His clothes were slightly cool and there was a chill, and he whispered softly between his brows, "Why don't you wait in the car, the night is cool, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold."

Yan Xici reached out and grabbed the corner of Xun Fu's clothes, his long and narrow eyes shone slightly on her face, and his voice was clear and cool with a hint of softness, "I'm afraid you won't come back."

The words were full of attachment, so that Xun Fu couldn't figure out the young man with the memory of the third life in front of him for a while. The sincerity of these words should not be high, but it should not be high.

But even so, the trace of guilt in his heart softened Xun Fu's heart, and he raised his hand to caress the top of the boy's hair, "Young master, don't think about it, I promised you would come back, let's go, get in the car and go home."

[Villain favorability increased by 5 points, total favorability: 10]

The sudden system prompt sounded in his mind, and Xun Fu felt more and more guilty when he looked at the boy's eyes. He had misunderstood him for thousands of years and even hurt him in this plane, but once he comforted him, he would trust him again. .

The car window was rolled down, and the cold night wind blew into the car, disturbing the long hair around the girl's ears. The voice was lazy and slightly drunk, "Young master, can you loosen my sleeves? Let me take the bag." Bag."

Yan Xici blinked his eyes, looked at the sleeves he was holding in his hands, and reluctantly let go of them, the remaining warmth on the fabric seemed to still linger on his fingertips.

Passing the lights and shadows, the car entered a private manor, and saw the shadows of the trees, the precious flowers, and the depths of the bamboo forest, with towering bamboo joints hanging down from the wall.

Xun Fu asked the driver to go back to the room with Yan Xici, while he walked around the corridor with his backpack and came to a small building at the back. When he entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man with two gray strokes standing in the hall. He paced back and forth, with an extremely anxious look on his face.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned his head, his eyes were a little excited for a moment, he rushed forward anxiously, held Xun Fu's shoulders, looked up and down and said:
"Fufu, where have you been? Didn't you say you came back at six o'clock? Now it's nine o'clock, and you don't answer your phone calls. Do you know how much Dad is worried about you, afraid that something will happen to you."

Facing the anxiety of his own father Xun An, Xun Fu looked extraordinarily calm, handed the backpack in his hand to his arms, and said in a calm tone without the slightest wave:
"It's nothing. When I came back, I found that I forgot to take it. When I went back, I happened to bump into the person who kidnapped the young master. He was taken away with him, so I came back late. These things are for you."

Xun An's face turned extremely pale as soon as he heard it, and he almost fainted. He forcefully held Xun Fu's wrist, his lips trembled slightly, and the voice that came out of his mouth was extremely hoarse:

"Fufu, you're not injured, are you? Don't be afraid if those people bullied you. Tell Dad that even if he sacrifices his life, Dad will make the decision for you."

The care from Xun An made Xun Fu slightly taken aback, looking down at the big callused hands on his wrists.

When she was in the God Realm, she was a goddess conceived by heaven and earth. She had no father or mother, so she was very indifferent to her family, but the original owner was different. She had very conflicting feelings towards her father. I would like to have too much communication with my father, while secretly running around for my father's affairs.

Seeing her daughter bowing her head and saying nothing, Xun An thought that her daughter had suffered some bad things, and she was unwilling to tell. The water was overflowing from her eyes, staining the deep crow's feet at the end of her eyes with a tinge of redness. She was clearly in her prime. The atmosphere around him was like that of an old and twilight person.

Slightly hot tears fell on the back of Xun Fu's hands, and when he looked up, he saw Xun An looking at him with red eyes, and Xun Fu was suddenly stunned.

I just lowered my head and lost my mind for a while, why did someone cry, but he quickly comforted me:

"I wasn't injured, nor was I bullied. I just thought of something and lost my mind. Don't think about it."

Xun An thought that his daughter said that nothing happened to comfort him, and the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed even more fiercely. He patted his daughter's shoulder lightly and choked up and said, "You don't need to comfort Dad, Dad knows you are a good boy , but if something happens, you can’t hide everything and don’t tell Dad, Dad can bear it.”

Looking at the old father with snot and tears in front of him, a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and his tone became a little helpless, "Dad, I'm really fine, it's more timely to save the young master, those people Before I could do anything, I was stopped."

Suddenly Xun Fu recalled that the group of people were still lying unconscious in the unfinished building, and thought with some uncertainty that those people should wake up. Although she struck hard at the time, there should be no fear of her life.

I just don't know if those Yan family members who stayed behind have gone in to have a look. Forget it, I will ask Yan Xici later. She doesn't want to just promise her old father that there is nothing wrong, and then turn around and get into big trouble.

The firm little expression caused the sadness in Xun An's eyes to hesitate, and he looked up and down. Although Xun Fu's casual clothes were a bit messy, they looked neat, and there were no wounds on his hands or face. It didn't look like he was being bullied.

Only then did the hanging heart slowly fall, but he still held Xun Fu's hand, and carefully told with red eyes:
"Fufu, you have to be careful outside, you won't be so lucky every time."

Xun Fu nodded, and said perfunctorily, "I know, this time it's mainly because of the young master, otherwise I wouldn't have been arrested."

Helping Xun An to sit on the sofa, seeing that Xun An still looked sad, Xun Fu's expression became more serious, and he said softly: "Don't think so much, I have no money and no power It's okay to catch me every day."

(End of this chapter)