Moonshine & Valentine: His Excellency’s First Love

I regret it when I say it.

Pippi was a little embarrassed and glanced at Helan Jingting with a guilty conscience, hoping that he would not care about her with magnanimity. The priest Mu Ran stood idle, with one hand in his purse, very relaxed and at ease.

"You're not here at the right time," he said, "I'm about to go on a trip. Can you wait for a while?"

"Going out for a trip? Out... How long will you go out? When will you come back?"

"If it goes well, three or four months."

Pippi will have an exam in two months. Review is no longer a big problem. She must see Professor Zhu again in these two months.

She was anxious, with a clear begging in her tone: "Can you postpone you to leave for ten days?" She remembered Helan's words that healed her wounds in ten days. She only needs ten days.

"I'm sorry, I have already bought a ticket, it's an important business, and I will leave this afternoon."

Fearing that she would not believe it, he took out a printed e-ticket from his wallet and shook it in front of her.

I glanced at the departure date and it turned out to be today.

Just as she was about to speak, another footstep came from the other end of the flowerbed.

Very light, very finely crushed, with a light fragrance.

She didn't know why these foxes were so fragrant, so fragrant that they couldn't stop the jar of flowers. Pippi rubbed his nose, tilted his head and peered in, and saw a beautiful woman on the side of the corridor. She was standing under a velvet frame with her arms in her arms. She picked a small one, dressed in a muslin cheongsam, like an orchid. See He said, "Jing Ting, are there any guests?"

"Yes." He responded.

"Why are you standing at the door? Ask someone to come in for a cup of tea." She said, "I'm going to make tea."

The figure went in the direction of the kitchen.

Pippi felt that he had been shot in the head and stood still, desperate, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain and watching the scenery. Suddenly, there was an earthquake, and the mountain collapsed.

Fortunately, Helan couldn't see her face.

"She is Qianhua," he explained, "a friend of mine. She will go with me this time."

Thousand flowers.

Of course Pippi remembers the name. Helan did not invite Qianhua to the party in Guanyin Lake, and her friend was very upset, which hurt her a few words.

If business is going well, they will be together for three to four months.

If it doesn't go well...

For a while, Pippi's heart was upset.

Actually, didn't she always fear Helan? Now that he finally has a female companion, the Fox Fairy will let her go. Isn't it better?

The more she analyzed, the more confused she became. She bit her lip, raised her face and asked, "Helan, where are you going?"

"Go to Xi'an first, there are a few other places."

"Can I go with you?" she said suddenly.

"You? Would you like to go with me?" He was seriously suspicious, "No? I remember you said that you hate me apart from disgust."

"I'm trying to understand the problem from your perspective, this...this always needs a process, right?" Pippi said cautiously.

"So, you can understand now?"

"Okay. Actually there is nothing wrong with you doing this. Didn't I often go to KFC to eat chicken nuggets? I never asked how it feels like chicken. By the way, I don't dare to eat chicken nuggets now." Unconditional surrender: "I will go to Xi'an with you, and you can make me do anything."

He frowned and wondered what she meant: "Really?"

"Really!"

Pippi thought to herself, what could the Fox Fairy let her do? It is to accompany him to talk about business, eat and drink, drink, and serve as a foil. Daxian didn't look at things when he went out, and he needed someone to take care of him. He would book a ticket for him, show him a way, or something. Pippi felt that he could do all this.

Helan Jingting said slowly: "Pippi, since you know that everything in this world has a cost, asking the priest to do things, the cost is naturally high."

"Yes, yes." Pippi nodded, "isn't it about business? I can help you run errands, I can help you lead the way, I can help you carry the bag, I can—"

He shook his head, as if a loving parent corrected the child's grammatical error: "Ask the priest to do things, not for you to say what you can do, but for me, what I want."

Pippi was confused by his words: "You...what do you want?"

He put his hollow eyes on her face, as if looking for the position of her eyes: "Pippi, I want you to marry me."

"Oh?"

"I think you like me."

"what?"

Is this how the Fox fairy expresses it?

Pippi's brain went blank, staying for a while, and stammered: "You... Your priest... Are you asking me to marry him?"

Just now, he was still beating the city and grabbing the land, and in a blink of an eye he became the king of subjugation. Pippi felt a loss, and was so depressed that she wanted to hit her on the head.

"Can you?" He squeezed the handful of peony into her hands abruptly, a pair of bottomless black pupils flashing something bright.

Pippi wanted to see what the shining thing was, and when she opened her eyes wide, she realized that it was her own shadow.

"What? What did you say?" She suspected that there was a problem with her ears. The handful of peony in her hand was heavy, and she didn't take it, nor did she take it.

"Pippi, can you marry me?"

He took her hand and placed it on his chest, his eyes closed slightly, and he muttered, "Don't refuse me, okay?"

"I do not--"

He opened his eyes suddenly, his wrists tightened suddenly.

The hand bone clicked, and Pippi cried, "Don't pinch my hand!"

He let go of his hand in annoyance: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I can't help it when I was hit..." Then he sighed, looking very depressed.

"I didn't hit you." Pippi said.

"Didn't you just say no?"

"I mean, I don't refuse... to marry you." She said silently, "Can you get me a wavy hair? Then I won't have to perm."

She shook her head and laughed, teasing him, a little smug. Then, he pressed the top of her head: "Pippi, at this moment, joking with the priest, he might really eat you in his anger."

Then, his hand squeezed her chin, lifted her chin slightly, and forced her face to face himself: "If you don't want to tell me directly, I don't mind if you tell the truth."

Although he couldn't see anything, he had a way to let her know that his heart was staring at her. There seems to be a suction force hidden in the emptiness's eyes, like a black hole connecting another universe.

Her heart slid down the black hole unconsciously, she didn't know what she had said or promised. I just feel that I am repeating a certain promise. That face seemed familiar and very kind. She had given everything to him, so there was nothing to worry about.

"No, it's not unwilling," she said. Her hand still stayed on his chest, and she felt his heart beating fast, and the priest was rarely so excited.

He stood there silently for a long time, motionless, as if lost in a certain time and space. The automatic sprinkler on the lawn in front of the court suddenly marked a drainage mist, and then the thin water filaments poured down one after another. He didn't expect it, but instinctively turned around to block the water droplets for her. He recovered, and touched her face with both hands little by little, as if recognizing a certain statue, and said softly: "I'll explain to Qianhua, and then send her back."

He drew a piece of paper and a card from his wallet: "This is a ticket, this is a bank card. You call the travel agency to cancel the ticket for Qianhua, and then go to the study to book another one on the Internet using my computer. ?"

"Row."

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