Ming Lanruo narrowed her beautiful eyes and sighed: "I don't know what's wrong with you. She kept holding me and calling me Mother. I'm in a difficult position for this generation..."
Their relatives recognize their generations in a mess.
Cang Qiao: "......"
The air fell into a strange silence.
He suddenly tightened his hand holding her, lowered his head and gritted his teeth in her ear: "Ah, you'd better forget this, otherwise..."
Ming Lanruo twisted and struggled while snorting: "Otherwise, what?"
This person is so ungrateful that she saved him!
"Otherwise..." Cang Qiao slowly closed his drooping black hair, with a strange charm.
Ming Lanruo instantly understood what he meant, and her beautiful cheeks flushed in an instant, and she struggled suddenly: "Get out!"
She regrets her shamelessness every time.
Cang Qiao chuckled meaninglessly, let go of her arms, and leaned lazily in the pile of soft and old mats that Ming Lanruo found, not at all the extremely particular appearance she had before.
Ming Lanruo finally got out and sat next to him immediately.
"Be good, get some food for our family." Cang Qiao leaned against the gray mat, but seemed to be sitting among the soft and beautiful red hall, and hooked her fingers.
Ming Lanruo looked at him and saw that his face was too pale, but he had regained his spirit and looked like an old man waiting for her to serve him.
Ming Lanruo opened the food box with a cold face, handed him a snack and food, and sarcastically said, "What, Jiu Qiansui, who is very particular every day, doesn't he think it's dirty here?"
Fortunately, Cang Qiao dragged her here this time to enjoy the flowers for spring outings and prepared snacks, otherwise they would all go hungry.
Cang Qiao took the food box, slowly pinched a green ivy golden silk cake and ate it: "It's dirty, but if you even drink human blood as food, this level is nothing."
Ming Lanruo couldn't help looking at him: "Have you...did you drink human blood?"
Cang Qiao's slender phoenix eyes glanced at her sideways, and his smile was strange and cold: "Guess?"
Ming Lanruo looked at his thin lips that became increasingly scarlet because of his illness, and couldn't help but shiver and drank water and ate snacks on his own.
If Cang Qiao can say whatever he wants, he must have done such a thing.
Forget it, she doesn't discuss this issue in the wilderness like Hell Shura.
"Don't be afraid, no matter what, our family will not drink your blood. Who made you the only relative of our family and the only niece?" He suddenly chuckled and reached out to touch it frivolously in the posture of an elder.
Touch her head.
There are many godsons, but the only girl is the only one.
Ming Lanruo: "..."
She hates the four words "fucking my niece".
"Come to our arms. It's cold at night, so please don't catch a cold." Cang Qiao pointed at the location beside him and said lazy and jokingly.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the jumping flames, without moving.
Ming Lanruo threw a stool leg into the fire as firewood: "Why bring me into this wintersweet forest?"
Why did he bring her to hide his secrets and past places?
In his previous life, he had never brought her to such a place.
"It is said that Concubine Mei likes this wax plum very much. I know you also like wax plum, so I will take you for a walk." Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes and said casually.
Ming Lanruo's hand paused, and the long eyelashes drooped, dark shadows fell on her face, covering her complicated mood.
No, he didn't take her to see the shampoo, he brought her to show his mother. The last burial place of Concubine Mei was probably in this plum forest.
Why did you bring her to show her to his mother?
She felt a deep dizzy in her heart, for some reason she was a little panicked and did not dare to look at his face.
It shouldn't be, she shouldn't be shaken by him at will. She made up her mind when she was in the prison.
Cang Qiao looked at her, her eyes dark and inexplicably.
The two fell into silence.
I don't know how long it took, but he looked at her and said gently: "It's very dark. Let's take a night off here and come to our house."
This time, Ming Lanruo, for some reason, suddenly didn't want to reject him. She walked to him in silence and sat down, turned over and turned her back to him: "Go to sleep."
Cang Qiao looked at her slender back, sneered and lay down, regardless of her stiff posture, and forced her into her arms.
"Well, go to bed." He buried his face in her soft neck and found a comfortable position.
How could Minglan push him away?
She looked out the ragged window, the drizzle of cold rain fell, and the dark fragrance of wax plums and the smoke fragrance on the people behind her interweave and soaked every inch of her breath.
She sighed softly, forget it, just let it go, temporarily abandon those mundane things, old love and new grievances.
She and him are the only ones here, just treat it as an old dream in spring.
She thought she would not be able to sleep, but she heard the man behind her breathing coldly and calmly, and slowly and deeply fell asleep.
The jumping bonfire reflects a pair of figures snuggling with each other on the dilapidated walls, like a mandarin duck crossing its neck.