"He's only new to you for a while, and soon you'll be mercilessly abandoned like other women." After a long pause in tears, he finally said a word, then turned and left.
Qi Huan stared blankly at the weeping back, was she really talking about Mo Ye
After staying in Mo's house for nearly three months, Qi Huan finally couldn't hold back a little. Could it be that Mo Ye didn't know that he was missing, and why hadn't he come to her so far? Although his father hasn't embarrassed Qi Huan so far, Qi Huan's heart is always a little uneasy, it's just a feeling, but that feeling has saved Qi Huan several times.
Originally, Xing Huang would occasionally look at her. A month ago, Xing Huang and Mo Yu left Mo Mansion in a hurry. Now, the highest-ranking female housekeeper weeps.
Weeping didn't get close to Qi Huan again, and didn't talk to her again, everything seemed to be calm.
There are four seasons in the devil world. This time is already winter. Qi Huan is afraid of the cold, so he seldom goes out of the house every day. He sleeps under the quilt all day long. Weeping sent someone to fix it. For Qi Huan now, it is a very happy thing to be able to sleep beautifully.
This day, it was noon, and Qi Huan had just got up from the hospital. She was wearing a single coat, wrapped in a heavy quilt, and heard some noise in the inner courtyard.
Usually, as long as there are tears, the women in the inner courtyard don't dare to speak loudly. What happened this time
Qi Huan dragged the quilt, pushed open the window curiously, and looked out.
She saw that Weeping walked into the inner courtyard with a little girl who was a head shorter than her. Weeping was talking to the little girl with a gentle smile on her face. Where is the cold noodle housekeeper, she is clearly a kind aunt.
Of course, Weeping also felt Qi Huan's curious gaze. She glanced coldly at Qi Huan's place, then patted the girl's back and led her to the most luxuriously decorated attic in the center of the inner courtyard. .
After seeing their figures disappear, Qi Huan did not close the window immediately, but continued to listen to the private conversation of the women in the inner courtyard.
"She's new here too?" one asked.
"I heard that it is the little princess of the Shura Palace, the wife chosen by the master for the second young master." Another "interjected".
"But I heard that King Shura of Dark Blood is going to marry his youngest daughter to the Lord?"
"It's not... It is said that it is for the eldest young master to "sex"... "
Listening to the group of women chatting non-stop, everyone's words kept talking, Qi Huan put down the window with a big head, knowing for the first time that women in the demon world can also gossip like this.
But she heard from the words of those women, that little girl is likely to marry any one of the three Mo family's father and son, and her status is very high, her father is the king of dark blood Shura, according to the status, she should marry Mo Ye and Xing Huang are on the same level.
If she wants to marry Mo Yu or Xing Huang, it has nothing to do with Qi Huan. As for Mo Ye, Qi Huan doesn't think Mo Ye will marry a wife at all. Although she liked Mo Ye, she never wanted to marry him. In fact, it's not unreasonable for Mo Ye to say that Qi Huan is heartless. Qi Huan has always believed that if two people stay together for more than ten years, they can quarrel every day. , If you really stay together every day, maybe you will get tired of seeing each other, as long as you like each other, why do you need to be together every day.
Of course, Qi Huan had never discussed this argument with Mo Ye. Anyway, it was not time for the two of them to discuss this. As for what would happen in the future, who knows. She only knew that she had liked Mo Ye for more than 800 years, and Mo Ye had liked her for that long, and that was enough. Of course, during the period when they liked each other, no one could "plug in". Qi Huan's education from childhood made it impossible for a man to endure the behavior of three wives and four concubines. Very normal.
"Is this snake your pet?" Qi Huan wrapped herself tightly and stood outside to bask in the sun. At noon, although the sun was not warm, the air outside was very fresh. Besides, Qi Huan hadn't left the house for too long, and she herself was suffocated. It's rare that it snows outside, so I can just come out and get some air. Who knows, not long after she brought Xiaoyin out, she saw the little girl who lived in the main building of the inner courtyard a while ago walking towards her.
Qi Huan couldn't help but feel jealous when he looked at other people's thin, light gauze dresses, and then at his bloated cotton-padded clothes. It is good to have a strong father. It is estimated that that piece of clothing is worth more than all the things on his body combined.
Qi Huan turned his head to look at the little girl, she had a sweet smile on her round little face, her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow, and her golden eyes flashed from time to time. The rosy mouth is slightly open, looking sweet, cute and innocent.
"He was fostered by someone else by my side." Qi Huan smiled politely at the girl and explained. She wouldn't raise such a difficult snake, as shameless as his master, more greedy than the little fox, of course, Qi Huan would never think that she was more greedy than the little fox.
"Can I "touch" or "touch" it?" The little girl seemed to like Xiaoyin very much, she raised her head and asked timidly.
Qi Huan shrugged and didn't speak. It was useless for her to agree. Who knows if Xiao Yin would turn around and give the little girl a mouthful. Anyway, Qi Huan had no hope for his courtesy.
The little girl thought that Qi Huan had agreed, so she squatted down and stretched out her white and tender little hand and slowly approached Xiaoyin. To Qi Huan's surprise, Xiaoyin didn't dodge, but obediently let her "touch" for a long time, and then she did. Flicking his tail, he climbed to Qi Huan's feet.
"Are you Uncle Mo's wife too?" The little girl squatted on the ground, looking sideways at Qi Huan, who was sitting on the ground and building a snowman.
"You said Mo Yu?" Qi Huan looked up at the little girl and asked.
"yes."
"Who told you that I'm his wife?" Qi Huan lowered his head and continued to hold the snowballs. Two snowballs, one big and one small, fell together, using spirit stones as eyes and noses. The row of little snowmen looked cute from a distance. of.
"Sister Weeping Tears said that!" The little girl seemed to like the snowman built by Qi Huan very much, and she also learned to sit cross-legged on the snow and stare at the row of snowmen.
"Oh... that's it..." It turned out to be someone misunderstood, Qi Huan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he was not referring to Mo Ye, but Mo Yu, who was crying a few days ago. She's not blind, there are young and handsome people who don't like her, but she likes an old "sexy" wolf, what kind of vision is that when weeping!
"Sister Weeping seems to be very sad. She has been in a bad mood recently." The little girl wrinkled her nose.