Chapter 2293

Yu Fu,

Yu's father was sweating, and a drop of sweat fell from his forehead. He quickly knelt respectfully on the ground, "I'll see your majesty."

He knelt uneasily on the ground, wondering why the young emperor suddenly came to Yu's house.

Chu Huai gave a cold, um, and asked condescending, "where's Yu Bai?"

"He is still in the room." Yu Fu hurried back: "I don't know your majesty is coming. I quickly sent someone to call him."

"No." Chu Huai raised his hand and made a stop gesture. His eyebrows were lazy and cold. His voice was very calm, with indifference that didn't belong to his age. "I'll find him."

Yu Fu: "

Yu's father only hopes that dyeing white now must be safe in the room and never do anything again.

If your majesty bumps into something bad, the picture may be cold.

Chu Huai walked to the courtyard where ran Bai lived. He broke in without knocking on the door. When he saw the figure on the table, he gently tutted.

"I said, Mr. Yu, military master, you came to Yu's house. Can you tell me?" the slender boy walked in unhappily, and he sat directly next to the boy in snow.

"Aren't you negotiating with the minister?" ran Bai glanced at him and slowly put down the book. "Besides, I'll go back tomorrow."

"Even if you come back in the next second, you can't." Chu Huai snorted coldly, making trouble without guilt. He leaned over and bit his ears with people intimately. His voice gradually softened, "I'm hurt."

Ranbai did smell the faint smell of blood on the boy, but she was covered by the clean and delicious ambergris. Her eyebrows frowned slightly and asked lightly, "where?"

"Look." Chu Huai raised his hand and rolled up the sleeves embroidered with light gold patterns, revealing a delicate jade like wrist. There was an obvious blood mark in the upward direction of the porcelain white wrist bone.

It seems that it hasn't been handled yet. He risked blood beads and stained his sleeves with blood, but he didn't really see it because his clothes were pure black.

"When you were away, an assassin came to kill me." Chu Huai complained wrongly, "if you were here, maybe I couldn't get hurt."

"Chu Xiaohuai, are you stupid?" ran Bai reached out and grabbed the boy's cold and delicate wrist, and his voice sank: "if you're injured, you won't deal with it yourself? Will you keep it for the new year?"

"Wait for you before the new year." Chu Huaili blurted out boldly, "wrap me up."

Ran Bai Lengleng and Chu Huai looked at each other for three seconds, and the light colored pupils seemed to condense iced tea.

Three seconds later,

She left the teenager, her tone was neither cold nor light: "wait."

The room was equipped with medicine for simple wound treatment. Dyed white soon found it. She looked back, looked at the quiet, sat aside and stared at her teenager, like a large cat with its claws, lazy and harmless.

Dyed white felt angry and funny. She couldn't help raising her hand and pinching the young man's white cheek. She smiled at the corners of her lips: "Chu Xiaohuai, sell cute."

What he got was a bite on his fingertips without hesitation.

Sell what cute?

When he's a pet?

He doesn't want face.

Dyed white hissed gently. She took back her hand and looked at the neat and shallow tooth marks left on her fingertips. She didn't have a good airway: "you're a dog, aren't you? You still bite."

Chu Huai stared at her. His slender white fingers pulled at his collar, which was slightly open, revealing a cold and beautiful clavicle.