Misha, that iceberg girl with paralyzed face, finally left his house, and he returned to the happy time of being a single aristocrat. This should be something to be happy about.

But when the young master said that Misha might live in Mingzhai for a long time, Chu Qiao felt a little... disappointed.

He asked cautiously: "Uh... Master, will Misha stay in the mansion for a long time this time?"

Ming Ye raised her eyebrows and said jokingly: "Why, you still can't let her go?"

Chu Qiao's heart moved, and his hands shook in fright. The car suddenly turned a corner and almost missed a car driving side by side.[

Chu Qiao hurriedly explained: "No, no, young master, please don't misunderstand me. I...I, I am mainly afraid that Misha is not capable enough. After all, I have to manage with her."

For some reason, Chu Qiao felt that this reason seemed a bit far-fetched even when he said it himself.

Mingye nodded seriously, touched his chin and looked at Chu Qiao meaningfully: "Oh... I didn't know that you care so much about Misha."

The more nervous Chu Qiao gets, the more Ming Ye feels that there is something going on between him and Mi Sha. Could it be that this guy has really been living with Mi Sha for a long time and has been in love with her for a long time?

"Master, please don't scare me. It's not like you don't know Misha. Even if you kill me, I don't dare to have any thoughts about her." Chu Qiao's anxious voice trembled a little.

Misha is a female Rakshasa that everyone knows. Who doesn’t know how powerful she is? Which man in the world has the courage to marry and live with Misha?

"Oh, it turns out I don't dare to move, it's not that I don't want to move..."

"..."

Chu Qiao felt sick of the cold and simply kept silent.

The more you describe it, the darker it gets, and the more you explain it, the bigger the misunderstanding becomes, so just stop talking.

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After arriving at the company, Chu Qiao also saw the ridiculous news in the newspaper today.

He said to Ming Ye with excitement: "Master, I'm afraid that Duke Vincent might really come to China."

"Why? Could it be that his conscience found out and he wanted to find his wife's body?" Ming Ye didn't even raise his head. He looked down at the company's performance report for this month and said sarcastically.

Ming Manzhen's death doesn't matter to Ming Ye, but the old housekeeper is still lying in a coma in the hospital.
Chapter completed!