After Murong Jiu put on his robe again, Ye Qinghuan calmed down a 'poof, puff, puff' heart that was beating rapidly.

"Yafeng's matter, this king just asks, this king believes that Huanhuan can handle it." Murong Jiu pulled the night and was happy in his arms, and his expression was not as gloomy as before.

The two girls were of the same age, not to mention that he could see that Murong Yafeng relied on Ye Qinghuan more than on him.

Maybe it's sisterhood!

And in Murong Yafeng's heart, after all, he is just a strict elder.

"Just rest assured of me?" Ye Qinghuan glanced at him with a smile, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "I don't necessarily like this sister much." ”

Murong Jiu's gaze was slightly certain, and it fell on Ye Qinghuan's palm-sized face, and after a while, he kissed the beautiful eyebrows, smiled faintly, and hugged her tightly.

For Murong Jiu's non-questioning and non-answering, Ye Qinghuan felt a little comfortable in his heart.

It's a nice feeling of being trusted.

And he kissed her, and this kiss still fell on her eyebrows, which brought a kind of gentle comfort, and made her feel more comfortable.

He was not only trusting her, but also comforting her - the appearance of Murong Yafeng would never make him change anything about her.

However, Ye Qinghuan is still a girl's family in the end, and she is born with a kind of calculating skills that men don't have.

She leaned on her solid shoulder and asked lightly, "Uncle Nine, if Yafeng doesn't like me, and I don't like her, what will you do?" ”

Murong Jiu pinched her tender buttocks and buttocks, and said with a smile: "So far, this king has not seen that Yafeng doesn't like Huanhuan, but he is very distant from this king. ”

"That's because she can't see with her eyes, and she doesn't know how good Uncle Nine is." Ye Qinghuan thought of Murong Jiu's strict and pampering performance towards her at the beginning, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "When Uncle Nine spoils her to heaven in the future, she will naturally be closer to Uncle Nine." ”

Murong Yafeng is Murong Jiu's own niece, and the war king died for Murong Jiu, can Murong Jiu transfer the original guilt to Murong Yafeng?

Huangfu City's words, after all, had such an impact on Ye Qinghuan.

She is not a saint.

"The king thinks ...... Yafeng shouldn't be as difficult to serve as Huanhuan. Murong Jiu coughed lightly, with a slight smile, and said in a low voice: "As far as this king knows, she is not out of the gate of the Moon God Clan, she is a real boudoir lady, and she is also afraid of ......."

"What do you mean?" Ye Qinghuan was annoyed, and stretched out his hand to twist Murong Jiuyi, staring at him with apricot eyes.

Say she's restless?

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Murong Jiu couldn't help but chuckle, and his handsome face was all dyed with tenderness.

"Fool, this king wants to tell you - she has been pampered since she was a child, everything is fine except for her eyes, and this king does not have the same guilt as he did for Huanhuan at the beginning."

Murong Jiu lightly picked up the green silk in Ye Qinghuan's ears, and his lips hooked slightly: "And her temperament is quiet, so she won't let this king break his heart like he did with Huanhuan." ”

So, all in all, the appearance of Murong Yafeng will not take away the slightest bit of his favor for the little girl.

That's what he wanted to tell her.

"......" Ye Qinghuan was a little depressed, although Murong Jiu was very frank and straightforward, but she was unhappy!

Doesn't this mean that if Murong Yafeng is exactly like her, he will not be at ease, and his attention will all be turned to Murong Yafeng?

Hum!

Ye Qinghuan pushed Murong Jiu away with some displeasure.

Murong Jiu's appeasement did not have the slightest effect, and sure enough, the woman who was jealous ...... It's the hardest to coax.