Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Qu Luo stopped walking.

Little Lizi bumped into him unpreparedly, his nose hurt, and he stammered: "Young master, young master..."

Qu Luo glanced at him lightly.

That pupil is extremely cold!

Little Lizi's heart trembled, and she immediately stopped talking, not daring to say anything more.

If the young master wants to play, let him play, just because he is afraid that Madam will...

Little Lizi looked up at Qu Luo again, but didn't say anything in the end, but followed Qu Luo peacefully.

From that day on, Qu Luo would come to Mo’s house every noon. Sometimes, when Mo Niang was not around, he would go to her stall to watch her sell paintings. Carrying the painting home, he behaved so well every day that it was ridiculous, and he didn't look like "the first youngest in the capital" at all.

Little Lizi, who served Qu Luo, was so startled that he couldn't even close his mouth at first, but later, he ate watermelon directly in front of the two of them without hiccups.

And... Miss Mojia seems to be a little different from the rumors.

Little Lizi looked at the smiling Mo Niang not far away who was selling paintings, and she didn't know how to describe the feeling in her heart.

The young master of his family was fine, he strode over directly, put one hand on Mo Niang's wrist, and started selling paintings as well.

"What are you doing?" Mo Niang frowned.

Qu Luo smiled evilly, breath blowing on her face, her fingertips slid lightly on her wrist intentionally or unintentionally, the corners of her eyes carried the characteristic lowness of a superior: "If you allow me to sell, can't I?"

His young master is bored and flirting with others =o(□)o=

Little Lizi propped her forehead, and sighed helplessly.

But Mo Niang just looked at Qu Luo indifferently, her eyes moved from his finger on her wrist to the sharp and handsome face, and her tone was calm: "I sell paintings, not smiles, you With this look, I thought I had entered some small shop."

Qu Luo choked: ...

Little Lizi's shoulders shrank slightly, obviously holding back a smile, it was the first time he saw his young master deflated, it was really rare to look at that darkened face, and then look at those angry but helpless eyes.

However, he still underestimated the shamelessness of his young master...

Qu Luo's pause lasted only for a moment, and soon, he resumed his usual evil and bewitching smile, with one hand propped on the trunk of the big locust tree behind the demon lady, his body leaning forward, his narrow eyes It was full of deep playfulness, and he looked straight at Mo Niang with his eyes: "Then, have I aroused the interest of Mo Sis? Huh?"

He asked, his voice was very soft, a little low, with a slight hoarseness...

The scorching sun of summer hangs on a corner of the locust tree, and the golden rays of light fall on his chin, and the contour line is covered with a layer of fluffy gold edges. His left hand rests on his hair, drawing out smooth and even textures, which has already attracted people's attention. Passers-by lived one after another.

Even though it was such an unattainable question, yet she asked it outrightly, Mo Niang couldn't help but feel that this person is still the same as when she was a child... He is too smart and cute to make people helpless.

Seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Mo Niang simply let go, handed him the painting in her hand, and then went to draw a new one.

Qu Luo didn't need to say anything, just put his pockets in there, and someone would come to ask, and within a short while, three paintings were sold.

Seeing the sweat pouring out of him, Mo Niang's expression softened, and it was hard for the young master on a hot day, he should have never suffered such hardship...

Qu Luo has never experienced this kind of suffering. In this world, there is always a kind of person who is destined to be rich and rich from the moment he is born, and enjoy it endlessly.

As it is now, Qu Luo is selling paintings in front of the booth, and the boy who is following him is still standing behind, fanning him vigorously, and persuading him: "Young master, it is enough to sell almost everything." , don’t tire yourself out, huh!?”

Qu Luo glanced at him, just that.

Little Lizi was completely honest, like a child who had been scolded, and his head drooped accordingly.

Mo Niang hooked her thin lips, leaned down, picked up the white handkerchief soaked in water, raised her hand, and pressed it on Qu Luo's forehead...

The refreshing coolness came from the heart, and Qu Luo narrowed his long and narrow eyes comfortably, then turned his head away, with a charming smile, which meant that he was also rubbing this side.

Mo Niang smiled, she didn't even realize that she was becoming more and more conniving when facing Qu Luo...

After the two sold their paintings, they took a walk home as usual.

The place where the paintings were sold was not far from the Mo's house. The peddlers who were hostile to the Mo Niang before gradually began to change their minds about her, but the eyes that fell on her would always have other colors.

Mo Niang didn't care, she didn't intentionally please or avoid, she walked such a distance every day, always followed by such a tall and straight shadow, it became a habit over time, it was indescribably warm.

The deep wound in the chest also became weaker and weaker with the passage of time, and she seldom thought about the past.

It's just that when I wake up occasionally, I think my grandfather is still alive, and then I will be silent for a while in the dark.

But these are nothing. Compared with the sleepless nights earlier, she is very satisfied with the current situation.

She even started to imagine that if one day she also got married, would it be like this, where the sun rises and the sun sets and rests...

She didn't know if Qu Luo had noticed her injured right foot. She was never allowed to move the picture scrolls, and would often send people to send a lot of medicinal materials to the Mo's house. A single ginseng from Changbai Mountain was enough for the Mo's house for a year. s expenses.

The Mo Niang is not hypocritical, she accepts whatever he gives, but it is useless, and is kept in the ground well for refrigeration.

Mo Niang still can't figure out why he became interested in her. She also knows a little bit about his taste. She likes girls with fair skin. The cleaner and more innocent the better.

Obviously, there is nothing in me that fits...

"Miss, news came from the Qu family just now, saying that Master Luo has something to do these two days, so he won't be here." Ah Zi, who was dressed in a pink embroidered cloth robe, ran in from the outside, her face flushed, panting. He was angry, and while talking to Mo Niang, his mouth was dry and he wanted to find a glass of water to drink.

The Mo Niang's painting hand paused, and the tip of the brush was brewed on the scroll, forming circles of ink rhyme.

I have to admit that subconsciously, she thought that Qu Luo would come...

"I see." Mo Niang smiled at Ah Zi, then put down the brush, her eyes diverged a little.

Uncle Liao looked at her, paused with his hand wiping the wooden table, thought for a while before saying, "Miss, how much do you know about Young Master Luo?"