Brother Ah Yue, Sister Bailing, little baby......" At this moment, a beautiful female voice full of enthusiasm suddenly came from outside the house.

Unexpectedly, after Yue Jiayin and Bai Ling heard this female voice, they were all stunned, and their smiling eyes couldn't help flashing slightly.

The subtle changes on the faces of the two people on the opposite side naturally couldn't escape Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils.

Still smiling quietly and softly, Cheng Huan sat quietly, but he could already hear footsteps from far and near in his ears.

"...... this?" A moment later, Qingli's female voice sounded behind Cheng Huan, her tone full of shock and hesitation.

Cheng Huan smiled, and without waiting for Yue Jiayin and Bai Ling to make any introductions, he stood up and turned around.

"I'm Cheng Huan, Bailing's sister." Cheng Huan calmly looked at the woman in front of him and said.

The woman standing in front of Cheng Huan was dressed as a Miao Jiang person.

Only the good-looking woman wore a light-colored right blouse decorated with silver flakes, silver bubbles, and silver flowers, and embroidered with flowers, birds, and flowers along the shoulders, cuffs, and the edge of the right placket, and a silver girdle was tied between the soft waists.

Holding a high bun on the top, a silver comb is inserted diagonally between the sideburns.

The indigo color of the body is matched with the red and glamorous woven flowers of the demonic Yeye, which faintly gives people a kind of unbridled and free beauty in southern Xinjiang.

And at the moment when Cheng Huan turned around, the smile on the woman's face froze uncontrollably.

With a white coat as white as snow, a breezy expression, and a beautiful face as pure as a water lily, she is such a gorgeous woman.

"Qingman, come and sit down." Seeing that the Miao Jiang woman was stunned, Bai Ling had to act as a peacemaker, and called Qingman to sit down beside him.

The quiet and soft smile on Cheng Huan's face has not changed, but a pair of ink-splashed pupils have become more and more obsidian.

The Miaojiang woman in front of her does have an extraordinary identity.

Moreover, the person who can make Yue Jiayin so calm also be slightly moved, is by no means an ordinary person.

"Isn't Sister Chenghuan supposed to be twenty-eight years old?" Sitting next to Bai Ling, the straightforward Qingman asked himself.

Cheng Huan listened quietly, laughing without saying a word.

When it comes to the time she really lived, she was more than twenty-eight years old.

"Sister Chenghuan is still so beautiful." Jian Chenghuan didn't want it, and the girl sighed again.

Such a gorgeous style, no wonder it can make that guy unforgettable.

Previously, Qingman had always thought that the portraits in Ouyang Gurong's room were just because he missed Chenghuan too much, so he was suspected of being slightly beautified.

It wasn't until today's real sight that Qingman understood.

Those portraits are not enough to reflect the beauty of Cheng Huan.

Just the simple and indifferent posture of the woman in front of her is already a masterpiece in the world, and only she alone can hold it.

Cheng Huan sat calmly and calmly, calmly accepting the baptism of Qingman's gaze countless times from top to bottom.

At this point, Cheng Huan has already made a rough conclusion in his heart about the identity of the woman in front of him, and the reason why Yue Jiayin and Bailing will be so surprised.

This Miao Jiang woman named Qingman is probably inseparable from Ouyang Gurong.

Because from the woman's clear eyes, Cheng Huan obviously saw the same expression as the lord of Huale ten years ago - envy, jealousy, and disgust...... And so on.

Bai Ling was about to open his mouth to break the deadlock in this room, but he didn't expect another steady footstep outside the door to sound slightly.

Cheng Huan's ears are very powerful, and there is no need for anyone to speak, and she already knows who it is.

Turning around with a smile, Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils suddenly shone with colorful brilliance.

The person who came was the man she had been thinking about and never forgetting.

I saw a snow-white figure rushing in like lightning, and without waiting for anyone to speak, a flash hugged Cheng Huan tightly in his arms.

"Huan'er ......" exhaled from Ouyang Gurong's mouth with a low call, like a wounded little beast suddenly finding a home, so reluctant, so cherished and loving.

Not only Cheng Huan, but even the heavy responsibilities under the seat, they have never seen Ouyang Gurong, who is as cold as Xuan Bing, revealing such a weak and powerless appearance.

"Rong, I'm back." Wuzi hugged Ouyang Gurong's waist tightly, and Cheng Huan's gentle voice flowed into Ouyang Gurong's ears like a dream.

Ouyang Gurong didn't want to let go anymore, he had such a dream for ten years.

He was afraid that as soon as he let go slightly, Cheng Huan would be like in a dream, like a wisp of smoke, gradually fading away in front of him and gradually disappearing.

"Brother Arong." Seeing the inseparable two people in front of him, Qingman on the side finally whispered irrepressibly.

She never thought that there was really such a woman in the world, who could make the cold Ouyang Gurong so moved.

Even if she would rather completely surrender her innocent body to Ouyang Gurong, she would not be able to win a smile from him.

And this woman who was thought about by Ouyang Gurong day and night, just a faint smile could lightly touch the softest nerve in Ouyang Gurong's heart.

Why!?

In the past seven years, day and night, she can be said to have taken care of Ouyang Gurong and Tian'er's daily life.

From the south to the Kunlun Mountains in the north, and then to the desert areas in the west.

When Tian'er was almost unable to support it, it was she who used her own blood to keep Tian'er alive.

She has grown from an ignorant and ignorant girl to a real woman.

The bits and pieces she has paid over the years are definitely no less than what Chenghuan has paid in those years!

Cheng Huan heard the mournful whisper of the woman behind him, so he easily opened Ouyang Gurong who was holding him and smiled indifferently.

"Rong, Qingman called you." Cheng Huan said softly, and there was no unusual emotion in his tone.

After Yue Jiayin and Bai Ling showed such expressions, Cheng Huan had already imagined that Qingman's efforts over the years were definitely not small.

Otherwise, Yue Jiayin would not have been so moved, revealing that embarrassed look.

"Huan'er, don't go...... Don't leave me......" Ouyang Gurong seemed to be sinking into the deepest nightmare, hugging Cheng Huan tightly and refusing to let go.

"Rong, I'm not leaving." Cheng Huan showed his patience with children, and said softly in a soft voice.

Unexpectedly, after ten years, Ouyang Gurong's inky black hair had already added a little frost.

A pair of sharp and narrow black eyes also became weak and vicissitudes at this moment.

Everyone's faces showed the meaning of vicissitudes, except for Cheng Huan.

In such a trance, Cheng Huan felt that he was an incompatible person.

In addition to her mental maturity, in the eyes of everyone, she can probably become an immortal legend.

In the ten years that have passed in a hurry, it has only been a dozen days for her.

"Brother Ah Rong......" Qingman called in a low voice again, this time her voice seemed to be poured with a calming potion, which made everyone present feel clear.

Cheng Huan's pair of splashed ink pupils flashed imperceptibly at this time.

Southern Xinjiang has always been a magnificent but strange territory, full of strange flowers and plants, but also a series of unknown witchcraft, Gu poison.

Fang Cai Qingman's soft call, although it had been done quietly enough, was still noticed by Ming Min's Cheng Huan.

Ouyang Gurong pulled back his thoughts from his indulgent feelings.

Quietly looking at Cheng Huan, who was close at hand, Ouyang Gurong was really sure that what he saw was not an illusion.

"Qingman called you, I'll go see Nan'er and Tianjun." Cheng Huan smiled and stroked Ouyang Gurong's sideburns, and then turned around and walked towards the outhouse.

Although she still has something to say to Ouyang Gurong, but looking at the current situation, it is probably more important for Ouyang Gurong to deal with the current entanglement.

What's more, about the Miao Jiang woman named Qingman, Cheng Huan also needs to know more.

And the only one who can tell her the truth without bias should be Tianjun who hasn't experienced too much personnel for a long time.