Chapter 62 Identity

In this way, Xuanyuanhou was pressed on the chair by Shuiyi, and then Shuiyi gave him a fierce wink.

"Cousin, when we were drinking the northwest wind yesterday, Uncle Fu was looking for his Afu, and then accidentally found us, and then saved us. We have to thank him."

"Afu?"

"Ah, it's the big yellow dog at the door."

"Well," Xuanyuanhou was choked, but he soon understood what Shuiyi meant. "In this case, thank you very much, Uncle Fu!"

"Ha ha, Xiao Yi has thanked many times," Uncle Fu touched his head and was a little embarrassed. "You don't have to be too polite. Eat first and eat something first."

It was indeed very hungry, and Shuiyi was not very polite. In a short time, a bowl of porridge was at the bottom.

"Ah, it's really comfortable." Shui Yi touched the corners of her mouth and said, "Uncle Fu, do you have another bowl!"

"Okay," Uncle Fu stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Shui Yi also took the opportunity to say, "Hey, Xiaobai, er, that cousin, let's call it like this first. I'll explain it to you later."

She was so excited that she almost said the title of little white face.

Without two words, Uncle Fu came back before Xuanyuanhou could answer.

"Thank you!" After taking the bowl in Uncle Fu's hand, Shui Yi said.

After eating and drinking, Shuiyi exhaled gently, pulled Xuanyuan Hou beside him, and said to the very simple Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, my cousin and I went back to the room first."

"You can let go." Back in the room, Xuanyuan Hou couldn't laugh or cry at Shui Yi, who was still holding his clothes. This woman didn't think she was so rude.

Letting go of his hand, Shuiyi closed the window, listened to the movement around him, and then turned around and asked Xuanyuan Hou on one side, "Name?"

"Xuan Yuanhou."

"Well, my name is Shuiyi, G provincial, how about you?"

"Beijing people."

"Why here? Don't tell me that you are lost. People who get lost won't get hurt internally. Shuiyi squinted her eyes and leaned against the wall, looking like you'd better not lie.

"It was harmed." Xuanyuanhou saw that she knew something about his wound and couldn't help but feel a little curious. Can she also do martial arts?

"So do I." Saying this, she didn't intend to ask deeply.

"However, the one you just said, cousin..."

"Oh, it's fabricated," Shui Yi said. "It's easy to make up."

"How did you make it up?"

"I said I eloped with you and was chased and escaped here by your fiancee."

Xuanyuanhou's head is full of black lines. What kind of lies is this? It's too sub standard.

"Huh, wait, what's your name, Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Marquis?"

Shuiyi suddenly remembered that before she was reborn, what she heard was the secret about the Xuanyuan family. So, is it the family of this person in front of her?

"Well," Xuanyuan Hou felt that her reaction was a little strange. You know, the Xuanyuan family is a real hermit family. Ordinary people can't know anything.

"Ah, oh, I mean this surname is rare." Shui Yi laughed, "It sounds like some ancient family or something."

"You think too much." There was no explanation, Xuanyuanhou said with a smile.

"Oh," Shuiyi staggered next to the wall. She touched her head, "Why do I feel that this room seems to be shaking? Why have you become two?"

What a mess. Xuanyuan Hou just wanted to talk, but found that he was also a little dizzy.

"Dong!" Both of them fell to the ground.

Shit, there is something wrong with that bowl of porridge. This is the last consciousness before Xuanyuan Hou's coma.