Eighty-first bowl of soup (seven)
Qing Huan bent down and pinched Mo Ze's small face, he tilted his head to look at her curiously. Qing Huan smiled at him. At this time, there was a commotion not far away. They looked over subconsciously, and saw that the crowd gradually dispersed, and a tall young man in a black suit walked over.
Bo Xizhi and Bo Youan grew up well enough. Yi Xiaodie's men are also good-looking.
But compared with this young man, they are still somewhat inferior. This is the person in the legend who can eat anywhere just by relying on her face. Even Qing Huan, who has seen countless beautiful men, has to admit that, to be honest, she has lived for so long, and time is no longer a concept. Only Nan Shuang is comparable to this young man.
This is a beauty beyond gender, which cannot be described in words, and the expressions of the people around are the best answer. As long as you stand there, you don't speak or act, as long as you exist, you are the most conspicuous.
She is not an ordinary person, so naturally she will not be fascinated by beauty. It was Yi Xiaodie's eyes that made Qing Huan very curious. She looked at the young man very intently, her eyes sparkling. Qing Huan unconsciously stared at Yi Xiaodie's eyes. With the intersection—maybe among the crowd, Yi Xiaodie's sight is the most moving? How else to explain that he saw her at a glance? To know that this young man is so good-looking, he never lacks in admiration and following.
Yi Xiaodie was very excited, she never concealed her love for beautiful men, especially after arriving in this world, her talent made her live like a duck in water. She didn't have to do anything, as long as she was a man, she couldn't escape her grasp. The teacher loves her the most. Before the exam, she can know the questions in the paper. When she goes to the supermarket to buy things, the male cashier will take the initiative to give her a discount. Willingly pull out his wallet.
She doesn't need to work hard or worry at all, and she can live a very good life. This is something that no one can do, but Yi Xiaodie is far from being satisfied with it. She wanted more, wanted better.
It's like when this young man appeared, the first time she saw him, she thought that she must win. When her eyes looked over, the other person was completely unavoidable, and when their eyes met, she could make him come and talk to her. Coupled with physical integration - how could there be a man in this world that she couldn't control
It's a pity that it's not the original world after all, and the strength of the monk has been weakened a lot, otherwise she wouldn't need to use her body to control it urgently, and she would have to come every two or three days.
Qing Huan didn't know what Yi Xiaodie was thinking, but she knew that this young man was attracted to Yi Xiaodie for some reason. only…
The young man was tall and had long legs, and he came to Yi Xiaodie within a few steps. Qing Huan was standing not far away, and while the young man was walking this way, she gave Mo Ze a look. The little fat man immediately understood what she meant, and fell to the ground with an ouch, rolling around in a circle, and happened to roll to the young man's feet to block his steps, and without giving the other party any time to hesitate, he grabbed the other party's trousers and began to cry, while Crying and accusing: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo on... Mommy, this big brother bullied me! Mommy!"
He obviously fell down because he couldn't walk, how could he blame others? The audience present witnessed this touch of porcelain with their own eyes and said in their hearts.
The little guy doesn't care so much, anyway, he is a child, and he should act coquettishly and self-willed!
He simply turned around and hugged the young man's calf: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow
This is the shining Porcelain. But it was really useful for him to cry so loudly. The young man stopped, bent down to hug him and gently coaxed him. Qing Huan was watching the situation on Mo Ze's side, and then suddenly heard Yi Xiaodie snorted. She immediately looked towards the other party, and found that Yi Xiaodie was covering her eyes, feeling as if she was hurt.
What's going on... Qing Huan looked at the sober young man again. He was hugging Mo Ze and looking around for something, and he never looked at Yi Xiaodie again.
How strange. It seems that he was like a puppet before, and also like a metal product sucked away by a magnet. Is there anything magical about Yi Xiaodie's eyes? Qing Huan couldn't help but look at Yi Xiaodie again, as soon as the young man didn't look at her, she seemed to have overused some kind of force and caused her to lose strength... If this is the case, it makes sense, Yi Xiaodie has a problem with her eyes. When she activates the ability in her body that does not belong to this world, her eyes will be particularly clear in the crowd. In this case, ordinary people will look at them curiously, so as long as they meet her eyes, they will be completely fascinated. She's in control—or totally in love with her.
It's just that the world is different, and the phenomenon of rejection is obvious. In the monk world, the charm technique may not work in the modern world, so the body is needed to maintain it. Just now in the bathroom, Qing Huan heard all that Bo Youan said when she was passionate, nothing more than that Yi Xiaodie's body is amazing and delicious. You will become addicted and lose interest in other women completely.
Or to put it another way, the people controlled by Yi Xiaodie have gradually become puppets, who no longer have their own thoughts and consciousness. They are trapped in the palm of Yi Xiaodie, just like marionettes, they can only do what Yi Xiaodie allows, they are not so much lovers as slaves.
Qing Huan has seen such situations in many worlds. Regardless of whether it is a male cultivator or a female cultivator, while they are keen on beauty, they will never allow Lu Ding to be equal to themselves. They can pamper beauties, but never respect them. Yi Xiaodie didn't know which world she came from, and she also brought her accumulated bad habits—she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl, but the ghost knew that the soul inside must be thousands or hundreds of years old.
Wait a moment.
Looking sixteen.
Qing Huan just remembered this question. In the beginning, she always thought that Yi Xiaodie was a very beautiful girl, so the Bo family father and son were fascinated. Now she knows the reason, that is to say, this girl named Yi Xiaodie is innocent. Leaving aside that Yanxiu in it, she even stole her name from others.
Where is the original owner of this body
She counted with her fingers, and then sighed softly.
What a trick.
But since that's the case, she doesn't have to be polite.
Mo Ze was patting the young man's thigh and rubbing his eyes, he couldn't squeeze the tears out, why didn't the master come to the rescue
Qing Huan stood on the side in a daze, Bo Xizhi had already passed away, and Bo Youan followed after seeing the little guy crying so hard, after all, they lived together for a while, Mo Ze was cute and used to currying favors, they Love this little guy.
"I'm sorry, this is our child, please don't care about this gentleman."
The young man reached out and handed over the chubby little doll, and said with a smile, "It's okay, the baby is very cute."
Bo Xizhi quietly pinched Mo Ze's ass as punishment, and Bo Youan apologized again: "I'm really sorry, we'll take him away right now."
"It's okay." The young man laughed. "It's nothing. I was also wrong just now. I didn't pay attention to the road."
Mo Ze rubbed his eyes, then stretched out his hands towards Qing Huan: "Mom, Mom—"
As soon as Qing Huan walked over, he struggled to get into her arms, but Bo Xizhi couldn't even hold her. When he was in Qing Huan's arms, he seemed to be burying his little face in Qing Huan's neck, feeling aggrieved, but he was actually telling her: "I sense the master, that Yi Xiaodie's eyes are wrong. She glanced at this person, This person walked this way like a fool, and the expression on his face was like it was painted on."
"I see." She patted him on the back. "Be good, baby, don't cry, don't cry..." He said so, but he looked at the young man out of the corner of his eye.
No matter how he looked at it, the young man felt that the lady seemed to be blaming him. Being gentle by nature, he could only apologize and said, "I'm sorry, madam. I was just careless and didn't see the kid on the ground."
Qing Huan glanced at him. In fact, the best way to deal with this kind of situation is to turn it into a big thing and a small thing, and everyone has seen Mo Ze's touching of porcelain just now, and they feel that the little guy fell down accidentally, so he has to find someone to rely on to play his temper , but the young man still apologized, it can be seen that this is a man with good education and demeanor. Qing Huan smiled at him, "This little guy is my favorite. He has a very stubborn temper. If you offended him today, he will suffer for several days."
No matter how you listen... it seems that there is something in the words. The father and son of the Bo family couldn't laugh or cry, what is this doing, it's not enough to be used to it at home on weekdays, it's not at all to blame for other people's affairs, but they have to trouble others
Unexpectedly, Qing Huan gasped when she spoke: "But life is like this, these few days are sad, and there are still several days to wait for the next one."
What she said was a little funny, and the young man glanced at her unconsciously, only to realize that although this lady is not young anymore, the gentleness and softness in her bones is really admirable. He took a step back in a very gentlemanly manner, and bowed slightly to Qing Huan: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't make the children sad. Madam, let me be the host today. I wonder if it's convenient for you to have a light meal. ?”
Qing Huan smiled slightly, then looked back at Bo Xizhi: "That depends on whether our husband agrees or not."
Sheeman used to say this sentence often, and her tone was always very proud when she said it.