True love.

A hint of love flashed in Murong Jiu's inky phoenix eyes, and he stretched out his hand to caress the little girl's green hair, and said in a low voice: "It seems that Huanhuan misses me too, doesn't he?" ”

"Hmm." A thick nasal voice came from his bosom.

Murong Jiu's heart became more comfortable, he picked up the little girl, walked to a soft floor that was incompatible with the study, sat down, and wrapped the upper half of the little girl's body in his arms.

"Uncle Nine, you also ordered someone to add this soft collapse?" Ye Qinghuan blinked, she didn't think that there was a collapse here.

"Uh-huh." Murong Jiu raised his eyebrows smugly, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.

However, the corners of Ye Qinghuan's mouth twitched slightly.

She could almost imagine that all the people who knew that Murong Jiu had added a soft floor to this study could guess what his purpose was.

Especially those who came with Dongchu.

Ye Qinghuan groaned, and couldn't help covering her face: I have no face to see people!

"Huanhuan, when Yafeng's eyes are cured, I will propose to your father, okay?" Murong Jiu really couldn't wait, the ghost knew how much he wanted to marry her and go home.

How comfortable it should be to hold her like this every day.

Propose?

Ye Qinghuan first shook for a moment, and then laughed 'poof': "Uncle Jiu, are you sure my father won't beat you?" ”

Not to mention promising her ninth uncle to marry her, now just seeing her ninth uncle, her father is angry!

"If you are beaten, you will also marry." Murong Jiu doesn't have any psychological burden at all, will he be afraid of being beaten up?

"But the problem is, even if Uncle Nine is willing to be beaten, it may be for nothing!" Ye Qinghuan pursed his lips: "I know my father's temper, he will not recognize Uncle Nine now no matter what." ”

Murong Jiu actually knows this truth better than Ye Qinghuan, so he just said that he wouldn't really propose marriage.

Now proposing marriage is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire, making Huangfu Yunhua regard him even more as a flood beast.

"When will it ......" Murong Jiu sighed sadly, his nose haunted Ye Qinghuan's jade neck, moving back and forth, causing Ye Qinghuan to feel numb for a while: "I'm almost old." ”

Ye Qinghuan giggled, pressed Murong Jiu's head, hugged him gently, and changed his tone: "Women age faster than men, and Uncle Nine has to be older than me before he treats me as a treasure!" ”

This is the essence of girl-uncle love.

"Whether I am old or not, Huanhuan is the treasure of my palm." Murong Jiu raised his head, stared at Ye Qinghuan's watery eyes seriously, and smiled faintly: "I have always been ruthless, but for Huanhuan, I give all my sincerity." ”

Ye Qinghuan's eyes were moved, and her heart was so soft that she was a mess.

Such a Murong Jiu made her completely irresistible.

"Uncle Nine, I'm a little in love with you." Ye Qing said with a smile, sending a hot kiss.

The little pink tongue swept over every inch of Murong Jiu's lips, as if declaring sovereignty, and stamped it with the mark of a girl.

Murong Jiu's eyes immediately became dangerous and hot, he suddenly couldn't bear it, and his big hand reached into Ye Qinghuan's clothes, covering one of the small buns, and the silky touch made his eyes instantly dark and hot.

Ye Qinghuan groaned, but at this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door of the study.

"Get it out!" Ye Qinghuan was anxious, afraid that Tong Yi would come over, and pushed Murong Jiu's big palm vigorously.

If she is seen like this...... Not alive anymore!