Chapter Eight Eating Cousin Tofu
"Qiuyan, why does that man keep staring at me?" Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows in confusion and asked Qiuyan beside her, "It's not that I owed him money before..."
"Miss, look at what you said. This is your cousin Lanfeng, you don't remember..." As if he remembered something, Qiu Yan suddenly fell silent.
"Qiuyan, don't mind. I know I was a fool before, so now I'm asking you." Su Xiaoxiao didn't care. The name of fool is not very taboo to him, especially this title can now be said to be a gold medal for avoiding death.
After all, for normal people like them, it is abnormal to do whatever they do, so it doesn’t matter.
"Miss, he is your cousin Wenmo, but you can see that Miss Yan'er likes him very much, so she will never ask you to appear in normal times..." Before Qiu Yan finished speaking, she saw Su Xiaoxiao standing up and shouting at Wenmo in the distance, "Cousin Wenmo, I'm here! Come here quickly!"
"Miss!" Qiu Yan was so scared that he immediately pulled Su Xiaoxiao down, "Don't, Miss Yan'er..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Su Yaner following Wenmo. Qiu Yan complained secretly in her heart. This time she was miserable. Maybe Miss Yaner might bully her lady. Although Miss Yaner looked very charming, compared to her, her lady was very pretty and charming. If she really wanted to find a wife, Qiu Yan actually felt that her lady was the upper hand, but because the lady was a little stupid, the marriage was delayed until now.
"Hey, Qiu Yan, what is the origin of this cousin Wen Mo?" Su Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered that she didn't know the details of this person at all. She looked like she had to go through a small bridge, so Su Xiaoxiao was anxious to collect information.
"This..." Su Xiaoxiao asked, and was stunned by Qiu Yan's questioning. Then she said, "I heard that it was the son of the old master who had known each other before. As for what he did, he was really not very clear."
"So mysterious?" Just as Dai Xiaomi was thinking about what Wen Mo came from, Wen Mo and Su Yan'er had already come over.
"Bold slave, why do you look at your lady? Don't you know there are any distinguished guests?" Although Su Yan'er's words were scolding Qiu Yan, her eyes were staring at Su Xiaoxiao.
Because Su Xiaoxiao must have been as scared as before, she would have reason to let Qiu Yan take the dead girl away, but she didn't expect Su Xiaoxiao Feifan to look afraid.
But when he reached Wen Mo's arms, he rubbed Wen Mo's chest and said, "Cousin Wen Mo, I miss you so much..." This time not only made Su Yan'er's face turn green, but also scared Qiu Yan so much that his legs almost weakened and kneeled on the ground.
However, this made Wen Mo feel a little strange, but Wen Mo didn't feel anything rejected by Su Xiaoxiao's closeness. Although he didn't come to the Prime Minister's Mansion very often, he could see Su Xiaoxiao a little. This time he came here deliberately, but he didn't expect that he could see this.
"Come down here quickly! What kind of decent style!" Su Yan'er almost screamed, but she was not moved when she saw Su Xiaoxiao, so Su Yan'er turned her gaze to Qiu Yan and shouted, "Your lady, can't even look at you well? What's the use of having a slave like you?"
"So scary..." Su Xiaoxiao pointed at Su Yan'er with her little hands tremblingly, and then buried her head deeper in Wen Mo's arms.
Chapter completed!