"Then you have to promise me...... Don't get hurt anymore. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢.lā"

Although she didn't say it explicitly, in the villa, she was really frightened when she saw the guards carry him out of the car from the unconscious.

The arms hugged him tightly, and the head was buried more and more in the socket of his neck.

Mu Jingxi's heart was piping hot by her, turned her head sideways, and pecked lightly on the top of her hair, "Are you worried about me?" ”

“…… You ask knowingly. ”

"Don't worry, I can't die."

Qiao An raised his head with a swish, grabbed his ear, and slammed it, "It's obscure, don't talk about it all day long!" ”

She hates death!

The guards watched this scene and were frightened, and Miss Qiao was also ...... It's too tough, isn't it?

She is the only one who dares to do this to Sanshao.

But also, San Shao spoils her so much, what is it to pull her ears, if Miss Qiao wants to ride on his head, San Shao nodded in agreement.

Sanshao spoils her so much!

Mu Sanshao, who was ravaged by Qiao An all the way, finally carried Qiao An outside the courtyard of Old Man Wen.

Qiao An lay on Mu Jingxi's back, raised her head, and looked at the wooden hut halfway up the mountainside.

The surrounding area is full of flowers and plants, the yard is fenced, and a plaque hangs on the small wooden gate.

"Smelly?" Qiao An read out the two vigorous and powerful words, suddenly, lowered his head again, and asked with a smile, "Guagua, is the old man very self-aware?" ”

"Huh?" Mu Jingxi tried to put her down.

Joan wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to come down, and pointed to the plaque excitedly, "Look, smell the vulgar!" I heard that the old man was a layman! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door was pushed open from within.

An old man in a loose cotton and linen white robe stood at the door, glaring angrily at Qiao An, who was speaking wildly.

"Humph!" A cold snort, disdainful.

Joan was dumbfounded, is this considered a bad word for someone and being caught red-handed?..

With a pair of eyes, she carefully looked at the white-haired old man standing in front of the wooden door.

White-haired and silver-bearded, with a small chirp on his head, coiled with a wooden hairpin.

It has a bit of the temperament of a fairy wind bone.

"Oh no, Mu Jingxi, what should I do now?" Qiao An lowered her voice, leaned on Mu Jingxi's neck, and whispered to him.

Mu Jingxi patted her buttocks, "Come down first." ”

"Oh." Joan hid behind him, poked her head out, and glanced at the old man.

Wen the old man, who was in good spirits, glared at her sharply.

"Master Wen, I haven't seen you for many days. I'm bothering again. ”

Mu Jingxi lowered his head slightly and spoke very sincerely.

"Hmph, the master doesn't dare to be, call the old man!"

Tut!

This old man has a big temper.

Qiao An stepped forward, "Master Wen, it's rude to eavesdrop on others, don't you know?" ”

"You speak ill of me at my door, are you justified?"

Qiao An's brain went blank, and in an instant, he touched the tip of his nose stupidly, took a step back, and hid behind Mu Jingxi.

She seems to ...... It is true that he stands in front of the door of others and speaks ill of them.

Moreover, he also spoke very loudly and laughed very happily.

No wonder the old man Wen was angry.

Qiao An figured it out and poked her head out from behind Mu Jingxi, "Master Wen, I'm sorry!" ”

"Take back your words."

"I was wrong."

"I don't want to hear it!" Master Wen snorted coldly.

Joan frowned and stepped forward, "Why are you so stingy?" I've already apologized, what else do you want? ”