The peaceful life is spent leisurely between Xinfen's fingers and the happy times flow away in the smile of the child. Before you know it, Xiaoqiaoer is already five years old.

In the past five years, Leng Qiao has gradually become familiar with the loving purple pupils and the big hands that have stroked his rough face. And the owner of the pair of purple pupils has become accustomed to playing the role of a housewife, and the owner of the big hands has also found a very good job in the Lin Yuan District.

When the breeze of the red bamboo forest blew through the roof of the Appreciation Mansion again, Young Master Leng Qiao was about to enter the school.

In room 26031, Zhuang Xinfen skillfully chopped onions on the board and shouted outside the kitchen: "Leng Qiao, hurry up and contact your uncle, see if he comes back for dinner at noon?" ”

In the living room outside, Leng Qiao held a toy knife with a novel style, and slashed at a puppet in front of him that was placed there at some point. For as long as he can remember, such tasks have been a daily necessity.

Although he didn't know why, if he didn't, the woman in the kitchen who had complained about him many times wouldn't have given him food.

He waved the toy knife in his hand a little blindly, and the puppet in front of him gradually faded away. Instead, there was a woman with sharp purple eyes and long, silky hair.

The movement of the toy knife wielded in his hand suddenly burst out with a few cold rays, and the cold flashes. She was about to say something to persuade her, but suddenly she felt something under her feet, and the plate in her hand flew forward with her gaze.

Xiao Qiao'er turned around suddenly, and the toy knife in his hand naturally swung towards the braised pork flying in front of him. A beautiful arc of light flickered. Seeing this, Xinfen hurriedly protected the fruits of her labor.

I saw her leaning forward figure strangely turn in place, and faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, a purple whirlwind whistled towards the knife light and the braised pork that was about to turn into a bubble swept away.

The arc light was casually thrown towards the floor-to-ceiling window behind Leng Qiao, and the whirlwind gradually subsided, Zhuang Xinfen smiled and walked towards the table with the plate of braised pork that had just escaped the catastrophe. She doesn't seem to care about Xiaoqiao'er's framing at all, because this is also one of the tasks she arranged for Xiaoqiao'er.

He put away the toy knife without saying a word, feeling a little unhappy in his heart: strange, he couldn't fix her every time. Uncle has fallen into my trap several times. By the way, how did I forget, Uncle often told me that Mommy was one of the few prophets on the mainland. Hey, it seems that I still have to go next door to find Lin Xin's sister to sum up the next move.

His immature face couldn't hide his emotions, and he couldn't help but sneer. Zhuang Xinfen on the side looked at him as if he was very strategic, and couldn't help but laugh in her heart: "Qiao'er, is there any conspiracy to deal with Mommy?" ”

Xiao Qiao'er hurriedly restrained her expression, and begged Zhuang Xinfen seriously: "Mommy, can we stop playing?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen picked her up a little dotingly: "Good, then do you say that we can skip eating in the future?" ”

Leng Qiao blinked his big smart eyes a little puzzled: "Does eating have anything to do with you?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen touched Leng Qiao's head earnestly: "On this continent, if you don't have the strength, even eating a stable meal will become a luxury, maybe you don't understand it now, but you must remember Mommy's words, have strong strength, in order to enjoy delicious meals." Remember? ”

Leng Qiao's dirty little hands broke free from Zhuang Xinfen's arms uneasily, and quietly stretched out to the braised pork on the table next to him, and Zhuang Xinfen, who was holding him, suddenly stood up without warning: "Let's go, Mommy will take you to wash your hands." ”

Leng Qiao just caught a dish of braised pork, and he twisted his head weirdly, reached behind her, and secretly stuffed the meat into his mouth.

Zhuang Xinfen didn't seem to notice, he opened the door of the bathroom and said to Leng Qiao, "Qiao'er, have you contacted your uncle through the Spirit Ring Ring?" ”

The cold bridge in his arms was squeaky and vague.

Zhuang Xinfen suddenly lifted him high, but saw a pair of greasy little hands he grabbed in the air: "Leng Qiao, you ate it again?" ”

Seeing his habitual movements, she couldn't help but think of the day five years ago, when the purple shirt that was covered with yellow things suddenly appeared in front of her eyes again, and it was held high in her hand.

Thinking of that, she suddenly felt a little sick. Hurriedly shook his head and put the cold bridge on the ground: "Wash it yourself." Mommy is waiting for you at the door. ”

Leng Qiao pouted dissatisfiedly and walked into the bathroom.

There was a sound of washing hands inside, and then a warm call came into Zhuang Xinfen's ears.

In Leng Qiao's view, over the years, the person who loves him the most is not Zhuang Xinfen, the woman who is called Mommy. It was the person on the other end of the spirit ring: "Uncle, where are you?" Leng Qiao misses you, and I'm coming back soon. ”

Leng Bufeng's rough voice came, and at the same time, a large mirror in front of Leng Qiao'er also shook. Ripples rippled like water waves. Zhuang Bufeng's slightly gloomy figure appeared in Xiaoqiao'er's field of vision.

Behind Zhuang Bufeng was a not-so-large desk, and when he saw some poor children in the bathroom, his originally decadent expression suddenly shone brightly: "Xiaoqiao'er, are you ready for school?" ”

Leng Qiao's eyes suddenly flashed with mist when he looked at the uncle: "Mommy, she bullied me again." ”

Zhuang Bufeng's face changed slightly: "What? Wait for Uncle to go back and avenge you! Come, Qiao'er, Uncle will introduce you to a Taoist priest. It's a lot of fun. ”

Leng Qiao blinked: "Who?" ”

Zhuang Bufeng beckoned to the side, and a middle-aged man in a yellow robe appeared in front of Leng Qiao, with a handful of goatee and his round-framed glasses, the whole person looked a little shrewd and wise, but in Leng Qiao's opinion. The first impression of this person on him was a little disgusting. So, he directly characterized this person as a bad person.

Zhuang Bufeng looked at Leng Qiao's expression with some embarrassment: "Ahem...... This person is the fortune teller I have spent a lot of effort to find for you-Master Murong Gong. ”

Leng Qiao looked directly at the middle-aged man: "No martial arts? Then you're still messing around on the mainland? ”

Murong Gong took a step forward and looked at Leng Qiao coldly: "Who taught you this?" ”

Zhuang Bufeng saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly pulled Murong Gong aside: "Leng Qiao, we'll see you at home later." ”

The mirror rippled and swayed, then flickered a few times. Just like Murong Gong's cold look disappeared in front of his eyes, Zhuang Xinfen's slightly apologetic voice came from outside the bathroom: "Xiaoqiao, are you okay?" After dinner, let's go to the supermarket in the afternoon. ”

Leng Qiao rolled his eyes boredly, pushed the door and walked out, and quickly walked to the table without saying a word, Zhuang Xinfen behind him looked at Leng Qiao's eyes a little strange. He hurriedly took a few steps forward and grabbed the child with concern: "Qiao'er, let's come back and eat together, okay?" ”

Leng Qiao muttered vaguely while holding a small bowl of crisp rice: "Uncle found a Taoist priest and said that he was going to tell me a fortune." I see that goatee is a little annoying, and the uncle brought him here after a while, don't tell him that I am at Sister Lin Xin's house. Let's see if he can figure out where I am. Hum! ”

Before he could swallow his meal, he clapped his hands and staggered out of the room.

In the next room, a little girl with a ponytail sat bored on her small bed, her hands on her cheeks, and her bare feet swaying at will, as if to relieve her irritable mood.

There was a pleasant reminder from the intelligent system in the room: "The guest Leng Qiao is waiting outside the door"

Lin Xin didn't have time to put on her shoes, so she hurriedly ran to the living room. A familiar figure appeared in front of him: "Brother Leng Qiao, have you eaten?" Mommy is going to take me to school tomorrow. ”

Leng Qiao waved his hand casually: "Am I the same?" But just now I saw that the uncle brought an ugly-looking Taoist priest to tell me a fortune, which made me a little messy. ”

Lin Xin rubbed his forehead: "Then what should I do?" Otherwise, let's find a way to fix him! ”

Leng Qiao nodded: "I came to discuss this matter with you." ”

Lin Xin looked at a young woman who had just come out of the kitchen, and subconsciously pulled Leng Qiao's arm. whispered: "Brother Leng Qiao, let's go, let's go to my room to talk." ”

Leng Qiao nodded, and followed Lin Xin towards her room.

In room 26031, Zhuang Xinfen looked at the middle-aged man Zhuang Bufeng had just brought with her a little cramped: "Uh...... Daoist Murong, you haven't had lunch yet, have you! Let's sit down and eat with my brother! ”

Murong Gong touched his goatee a little embarrassed, and muttered in his heart: Seeing that I am here, I don't even add a pair of chopsticks. He also politely invited me to dinner, is this the hospitality of the dealer?

Zhuang Bufeng put his windbreaker on the hanger, and lamented: "Hua Linqing's goods are really not good to serve, I've seen it for a while, let's open a company by ourselves, what do you say?" Xinfen. ”

Zhuang Xinfen snorted lightly: "You? First of all, tell me how much money you like now? Now the people on the mainland, strong strength is one thing, but in comparison, those worldly cabbages value the wealth in your hands more. ”

Zhuang Bufeng pouted: "Money is not a problem, the key depends on whether you are willing to pay for it?" ”

Murong Gong watched the two talk, as if he had already left his own affairs behind: "I said Brother Feng, what about your children?" ”

Zhuang Xinfen squinted at him: "I heard that Master Murong's mana is profound, since this is the case, then you might as well calculate, where is my family Leng Qiao and him now?" ”

Master Murong smiled slightly, and said calmly, "Is it the naughty little boy just now?" His name is Leng Qiao? ”

Zhuang Bufeng nodded seriously: "It seems that if you don't let them see your ability, you won't know how many catties and taels our Master Murong has, ok, Master Murong, it's up to you." ”

Murong Gong slowly raised his hands and began to use his abilities to detect the whereabouts of Leng Qiao.

In fact, as soon as he entered the door, Zhuang Xinfen found that the disguised and more bullish guy in front of him was at best just a weaker prophetic ability, in fact, he was only a little stronger than ordinary cabbage.

As a result, this magic stick was left out in the cold for a short time before it was brought to the topic.