Xiao Yu looked at Qin Changhuan a little helplessly, "You, you're still addicted to playing." ”

Qin Changhuan changed his stupid appearance and didn't know anything, and his slender white fingers gently wrapped around the hair that fell from his ears, "Interesting." ”

There was a light smile in her eyes.

Xiao Yu was a little puzzled and said, "Why do you want to do this to this housekeeper?" ”

The housekeeper was recruited into Chongyue Mansion later, and did not participate in the previous destruction of the country.

"The one who is close to the ink is black."

Qin Changhuan smiled, and there was a feeling of contempt between his words, "Even if I disguise myself like that, he still tries again and again, which shows that he is cautious and delicate in his heart." ”

Xiao Yu nodded.

She looked at Qin Changhuan in front of her, her eyes were gentle and relieved. The child who was a child has finally grown up under such great pressure from the outside world.

She has seen many things more thoroughly than she has seen.

After a little silence, Xiao Yu poured a cup of tea for Qin Changhuan and said calmly: "Changhuan, there is something I want to tell you." ”

"Auntie, please speak."

"Chongyuejiao's face was picked by me, and I had to use it in your name as a last resort, I'm sorry."

"Why should my aunt apologize." Xiao Yu looked at Qin Changhuan with some apprehension, but only saw her phoenix eyes slightly bent, and the corners of her cold eyes revealed a little tenderness, "Auntie did a very good job this time, I originally wanted to do this, but my aunt preempted it." ”

"Chongyue Mansion is with us, not sharing the sky."

Her words are firm, and it inexplicably makes people feel a chill in their backs.

"Hmm." Xiao Yu was relieved, nodded, and then said: "This kind of thing happened this time, Chongyuehe shouldn't have the heart to come to you." ”

"Nope." Qin Changhuan looked out the window, with a habitual smile on his lips, but his gaze was extremely cold, "He and I will meet soon." ”

Night.

In the deep night, almost everyone in Chongyue Mansion fell asleep. But after a move today. Chaos, it is estimated that few people can get a good night's sleep.

The study was still lit, and Chongyuehe stood in front of the desk, looking at the portrait painting on the table.

The painting depicts a woman smiling skillfully, smiling at the wind and clouds, and strategizing. Look closely, isn't this Qin Changhuan!

The housekeeper walked in, bowed respectfully and said, "Master, I haven't found any clues, and there is nothing abnormal in the house." ”

"Stabilize the mood of the people in the house, don't let the rumors spread more and more."

When Chongyuehe heard the news, his brows couldn't help frowning, but he quickly commanded.

"Yes."

The housekeeper agreed, but he didn't hear Chongyuehe's next more instructions, only to see Chongyuehe staring at the portrait on the table, his expression was slightly complicated.

The butler also looked up slightly towards the portrait.

At this glance, he looked at the peerless woman on the painting, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't this Miss Nine?" ”

Chongyuega turned his head to look at him.

The butler received his gaze and looked more closely. No, although the person in this painting is very similar to Miss Nine, the bearing of the whole body is completely different.

He smiled at Chongyuehe, "Maybe the slave is wrong, Miss Nine looks a little similar to this person." ”

"This is Qin Changhuan."

Chongyuehe explained in a deep voice, and then paused and asked, "What do you mean by what you just said?" Old Nine? ”

The housekeeper said, "It's really Miss Nine who looks too similar to her." But Miss Nine has grown up in the countryside since she was a child, and the whole person is a little dull, so she shouldn't be the same person. ”

He knew what Chongyuega wanted to hear.

There are not many such rumors in Chongyue's mansion, so there is no need for Chongyuehe to ask, and the housekeeper consciously told him all the process of today's temptation.

In the end, he concluded, "It shouldn't be the same person." Qin Changhuan has been dead for three years, and Miss Nine has only recently returned, and she has always grown up in the countryside. ”

Chongyuehe's face was cold, and he really couldn't see any clues from his face, his mind was lively, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the end, he decided: "Tomorrow, let Lao Jiu come to see me." ”

"Yes, sir."

The butler lowered his head and agreed.

It seems that the old man is indeed very jealous of this Qin Changhuan.

He couldn't help but look at the woman in the portrait. The woman had a shallow smile on her lips, as if she didn't take everything in the world in her eyes at all, and she had a kind of elegance that looked down on the world.

Just a portrait is enough to make people look at it intently and can't take their eyes off.