Bai Qingqing deliberately doesn't think of Moore. After a long time, she almost really wants to forget Moore. Hearing the news from Harvey, Moore's image immediately came to mind.

People have to go through many things and make friends with many people. Some people get along well with each other when they make friends, and it becomes dull when they don't contact for a long time. And some people seem to be less important, let go of no attachment, but like wine, will become more and more mellow with the fermentation of time.

There is no doubt that Moore belongs to the latter in baiqingqing's mind. Before she knew it, Moore had been deeply engraved in her memory and formed indelible traces.

Bai Qingqing paced anxiously for two steps, and ran to the kitchen with a piece of hide over his head, heating a large pot of meat that Parker had stewed this morning.

Vincent, who had just returned home, saw the smoke in the backyard. He walked quickly to the kitchen and saw Bai Qingqing busy to help.

"Hungry? Why don't you ask Curtis for help? " Vincent took the firewood from Bai Qingqing's hand, fed it to the stove, and said softly, "you can't smell the smoke. Go outside and wait. I'll take it to you when it's hot."

Bai Qingqing looked into the bedroom from the kitchen window, then went to Vincent's side, attached to his ear and whispered, "I want to send this meat to Moore, not to tell Curtis."

Vincent's body was barely visible, his face was bleary for a moment, and then he covered it up perfectly.

"Well, I'll take it for you." Vincent said in a low voice, a mature male voice that people can't help but want to rely on.

Bai Qingqing relaxed, sat next to Vincent on his thick legs and said, "I'll be relieved if you can help me. Moore went to cure his wings today. He wants to break the bones of his wings and reattach them. I'm afraid he can't move for many days. We don't care who else cares for him? It's too hard to give Harvey a vet. "

After listening to his partner's explanation, Vincent's tense heart relaxed a little bit: it turned out that only Moore had difficulties to help, not what he thought.

A gust of wind with rain came into the kitchen, which made the firewood and smoke curl up in disorder. Bai Qingqing rushed to Bai Qingqing's face. Bai Qingqing immediately covered his nose and coughed, and his chest hurt. Mingming is just a common firewood smoke, but she feels as if she can smell the gas.

Sure enough, yuezi's disease is terrible.

Vincent quickly took Bai Qingqing out, put her in a seat padded with soft animal skin, and said, "wait here, and give me the food."

"I'm at ease with your business." Bai Qingqing smiled playfully, printed a kiss on Vincent's resolute face, and parted at the touch of it. His lips were as tender as peach petals, with a sweet smile.

Vincent felt some heat on his face, a burst of joy in his heart, but his face was still as usual.

Looking at her partner's delicate smile, Vincent naturally rubbed her head, then stood up and walked to the kitchen. Seemingly calm, a little messy footsteps exposed his confusion.

But Bai Qingqing didn't have such a good hearing. He didn't find Vincent's embarrassment. He looked forward to the food coming out.

She sat quietly on the stool, shaking her legs from time to time, but did not know that she had been stared at by a pair of blood red eyes.

After a cluster of bushes in the yard, the black and red Python rolled over the ground soaked in rain, turned around and swam away, climbed into the bedroom through the window.

Parker left, and Moore lost his fighting power at this time. Curtis frowned and smelt a faint smell.