Chapter 647： School bully, you are so cold (49)

This meal is equivalent to lunch.

After solving the problem of eating, Feng Qian faced a new problem.

so……

Is she going to take her Highness to school?

But what's wrong with feeling a little irritated?

Feng Qian suddenly wanted to know what kind of picture his Highness was sitting in the classroom listening to.

Thinking of this, Feng Qian rolled her eyes, but before making such a decision, she still had to ask, "Does A Yan have memories of this plane, fragments?"

Mu Yan looked at the girl and shook his head gently.

No memory?

That's fine.

Feng Qian looked at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock, and it was not impossible to leave for school immediately.

"Ayan wait for me."

Feng Qian ran back to the bedroom and packed the textbooks on the desk.

Mu Yan nodded, his eyes fell in the direction of the bedroom.

After a while, the little girl came out with her schoolbag on her back.

The quiet boy looked at the girl calmly from beginning to end, sitting upright and elegant in every move.

Feng Qian calmly announced to the boy, "Although Ayan is the **** of the gods, he still has to go to school in the small plane."

Mu Yan was slightly taken aback by the girl's words, but no matter what the other party said, he would nod in cooperation.

Feng Qian thought that although His Royal Highness is an extremely noble god, he has no memory of soul fragments in the small plane. He should know very little about the things in the small plane, and it can even be said to be as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

This is also one of the reasons why the previous main gods need to go to thousands of small planes to experience.

After thinking for a while, Feng Qian boldly stretched out his hand towards Mu Yan: "A-Yan holds me, so I won't get lost."

After saying this, Feng Qian wanted to smash his own brain. His Highness is in a small plane, and he is the **** who will dominate the plane in the future. How could he get lost? Let's not talk about His Highness's divine power. His Highness is such a big person. It's impossible to get lost.

Compared to Feng Qian's chaotic thoughts at the moment, Mu Yan calmly set his eyes on the hand that the girl held out to him.

As if thinking of something, the beautiful young man was slightly distracted.

That is a memory from a long time ago.

At that time, the girl was still small, her hands were small, white and soft, and she looked very fragile...

He sighed slightly and raised his hand hanging by his side. Instead of putting his hand on the girl's palm, he gently held the girl's soft hand.

Feng Qian's hands are soft and small, while the young man's hands are white and slender, with distinct joints and roots, as if they were carefully carved, and they are impeccable.

When holding the girl's small hand, it can wrap the girl's hand in the palm of the hand very well.

The soft touch from the palm of his hand also made the always cold God stunned for a moment.

Feng Qian looked down at the hand held by His Highness.

The temperature of the other party's palm is thin and cool, of course, maybe because her hand is very warm, it seems that the other party's palm is slightly cool.

Feng Qian was a little surprised that His Highness took the initiative to hold his hand. After all, His Highness has no memory of a small plane, and suddenly such a close contact would be very surprising.

Feng Qian didn't think much, and directly pulled His Highness Mu Yan out of the apartment.

Feng Qian walked slightly in front of His Highness Mu Yan, the holy god, obediently following behind the girl, only the warm and soft touch in his palm was very clear.

This kind of temperature and contact seems to have a wonderful power, which gently eases the Buddha's mind and brings comfort and contentment.

The elevator door opened, and there was no one inside. Feng Qian directly pulled His Highness in.