Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Mo Niang was also used to his informality, and smiled with her lips curled up: "Drink it, it's very strong, and it's delicious."

"I asked my servants to boil it for a whole day, of course it's thick." Qu Luo glanced at the scroll hanging on the wall, slid his index finger across it, and smiled wickedly: "The ink is new, did you draw it?"

With the teacup in her mouth, Mo Niang hummed casually: "The house is too empty, just use it as a decoration."

"It's good for you. When you come back, you drink porridge and draw pictures, leave me alone there, and don't care about anything." Qu Luo's pretty lips curled up, and what he said was really looking for trouble, but it was so cute.

Mo Niang smiled, and didn't say much, but ordered Uncle Liao who was beside her to cut a watermelon, scoop some millet porridge and meat buns, add the homemade potato shreds and crisp pickle sticks left over from dinner, and set them up In front of Qu Luo: "Eat."

Qu Luo glanced at the small wooden table, his long and narrow eyes were deep and deep.

The boy who followed Qu Luo couldn't help but frowned. It's okay for the devil's family to be defeated. They have nothing left, and they don't know how to do something on the surface to give these things to his young master. ?

What is the identity of his young master?

It is no exaggeration to say that the water used to gargle on weekdays is boiled from bird's nest.

Pickled vegetables and millet porridge?

What is this and what is it, not to mention that the young master stopped eating, even he disdains...

Just as the boy was thinking about it, he froze on the spot, staring blankly at his young master rolling up his sleeves, holding bamboo chopsticks, and putting pickles in his mouth...

Mo Niang smiled and handed him the steaming steamed bun: "Are you already hungry?"

"Yeah." Qu Luo replied in a muffled voice, and took the buns in one gulp, his pretty eyes were raised up, very much like some kind of large dog.

The boy opened his mouth so big that mosquitoes could fly in. He quickly poohed twice, and then went to look at the man with the meat bun in his mouth. He always felt that the world was illusory, and it was the first time he saw him. The young master is so... well-behaved?

Usually, his young master is nothing but evil smiles, and his methods are extremely cruel when he does things.

How many people in the capital have lingering fears about him.

A minister once said that no one can understand his temperament, it is good that he doesn't take the initiative to trouble anyone, don't provoke him.

But now...his young master...ju, actually...is eating buns and pickles...

The boy pinched his face, this must be a dream, hehe, he must not have woken up yet!

Mo Niang didn't think anything of it, she took a handkerchief and wiped the washed melon skin: "After dinner, eat two more melons, it can relieve the hangover."

"Okay." Qu Luo swallowed the meat bun in his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes were evil, he stretched out his hand, and pulled his collar with his slender fingers, with a half smile on his face: "Someone knows how to give me food." After eating, after a whole day, I just drink. Next time whoever dares to force me, I will drink with him with plain water."

Boy: ...Master, is it really okay for you to be so despicable...

Qu Luo didn't feel guilty. He drank the millet porridge in the bowl, and the corners of his mouth became more and more curved. The weather was very hot, so he simply tore off his outer shirt, and leaned back lazily with one hand, That pair of smiling eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, were placed on the light-colored thin lips of Mo Niang, an imperceptible color flashed in the eyes, no one knew what the color meant, but those two sexy thin lips seemed to be slightly towards It rose up, revealing evil spirits...

The two servant girls who were serving beside him were very curious about this man who appeared suddenly, and they would secretly take a look at him from time to time.

Seeing the inexplicable heart beating wildly.

Uncle Liao also watched this scene, but compared to others, his expression was a little more vigilant.

When Mo Niang finished eating the melon and went to wash her hands, Uncle Liao quietly called her aside: "Miss, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the young master of the Qu family who was just promoted by the emperor, right?"

"Uncle Liao has good eyesight." Mo Niang wiped her hands and said with a smile, "It is indeed him."

Uncle Liao's complexion became even worse, and he asked worriedly, "How did Miss know him?"

"Uncle Liao, do you still remember that when I was a child, I often brought a little bean home for dinner?" Mo Niang put down the towel, her mouth was calm.

Uncle Liao frowned and thought for a while, and there was indeed such a person in his impression. The child was very beautiful, and Miss Nian was very clingy. He didn't say where his home was, but he liked to smile very much. His small face was always fair. Clean, and the clothes that ordinary people can't afford, are full of expensive clothes, and they will be brought over by a man in black every night to sleep with the young lady.

He has lived for so many years, and he has never seen such a young and mature child, who does everything by himself, does not need to be waited on by others, hugs the pillow, and points his toes to cover the quilt for the young lady who is tired from martial arts...

Mo Niang knew that Uncle Liao remembered this, and said with a smile, "He is that little Douding."

"What?" Uncle Liao was taken aback: "It doesn't look like it at all."

Mo Niang hummed: "I didn't recognize him at first, he has indeed changed a lot since he was a child."

Not only has it changed a lot, Uncle Liao always felt that there was something strange, but he couldn't say it out, and only slightly lowered his eyes...

I don't know if the young lady's childhood acquaintance is the very popular young master of the Qu family in the capital. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

What he was afraid of was that Miss would go back to her old ways...

Uncle Liao couldn't help laughing as he thought about it, he was also confused, the young lady is different now, maybe she sees things more thoroughly than he does.

"The children have grown up in a blink of an eye." Uncle Liao sighed, and then laughed: "Speaking of which, when the child was young, he always wanted to beat the young lady, and secretly put in a lot of effort."

Mo Niang's eyes were bright, and she also smiled: "Now he is better than me..."

The two master and servant chatted indifferently, and the conversation faded away as they walked into the study.

Qu Luo was sitting on the wooden chair, looking at the returning demon girl, clasping her long fingers on her folded legs, she was extremely elegant, taking care of herself, and the posture of a noble young man came out imperceptibly: "Where did you go?"

"Wash your hands." Mo Niang smiled, and when she bent down to look at the painting, she faintly revealed the lines of her waist.

Qu Luo looked at the beautiful lines, like a piece of flowing satin, under twisting, the arc of the waist and hips was even more shockingly alluring.

He just felt as if his heart was being gently scratched by something, and a familiar electric current exploded in his chest in an instant, and then rushed down rapidly. It was shining with a strange light, like a beast that was about to wake up. After a long stalemate, it slowly let out a breath of foul air from the chest, which turned into a bewitching evil smile...

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