Afraid of a ghost, you may not be afraid when you kill Rao!

Song Enxi was reluctantly led by Ji Huaimo, and after walking through a long, long corridor, the two came to an antique side hall.

There was an old woman sitting in the front of the hall, with a flower headdress tied to her forehead, her eyebrows were extremely deep, and she looked at people with a bit of hideousness, which made Song Enxi's heart a little worried.

At first glance, she is the kind of old woman who is in power and extremely difficult to mess with.

On the bare wood-colored chair next to it, there were several extremely noblely dressed women, and on the far side there was a woman in green clothes who was tasting it, and her posture was extremely exquisite, and at a glance it was clear that she had been raised by a large family.

As soon as Ji Huaimo and Song Enxi appeared, all Rao's eyes fell on the two of them in unison.

Song Enxi lowered his head and instinctively dodged behind Ji Huaimo.

Ji Huaimo crossed over, and naturally had no feelings for the paper people in this life, so he glanced at everyone lazily, and didn't know what to call it, so he pulled Song Enxi straight to the only remaining large chair and sat down.

Song Enxi is a concubine, so naturally there is no place and she can't sit down on this occasion.

She hid behind the chair, and heard Mrs. Ji put down the tea bowl in her hand, and made a loud noise: "Why did you bring all the irrelevant people?" There are no extra chairs here. ”

Song Enxi bent his knees slightly, really thinking about leaving the topic next, but he didn't expect Ji Huaimo to stretch out his hand, and suddenly pulled her to sit on his lap, wrapped her waist, and asked very closely: "Is it comfortable for the master's meat legs to sit?" Can you knock your thin skin and tender meat? ”

Song Enxi nodded like a quail, not daring to look at others, only feeling that her thin face was going to be red, and the eyes around her must be like knives cutting at her.

After getting Song Enxi's answer, Ji Huaimo looked at Mrs. Ji lazily, "It's irrelevant, I'll decide." You don't have a chair, you don't have a chair? ”

Mrs. Ji's heart was stagnant, but she didn't dare to take it seriously. She knew in her heart that this grandson was unruly, and if she dared to show his face now, he would dare to ignore his face.

The old lady sighed, changed her face and turned to the woman next to her very quickly: "This child has this temper. Stubborn, the first emperor couldn't do anything about him. ”

These words are obviously using Ji Huaimo's identity to suppress people, and he also makes a step for himself. It means that this bastard doesn't even give face to the first emperor and emperor, let alone me, an old woman.

"But, this man, there must always be a wife who is married to take care of it. It's good that the daughter-in-law is in the door. "Mrs. Ji can be described as a combination of grace and power, and she is self-justifying.

She beckoned to the woman in Tsing Yi and said, "Go quickly, say hello to your cousin." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi walked up to Ji Huaimo shyly and blessed her body, "Cousin, it's fine." ”

Ji Huaimo didn't look at her, he wrapped his arms around Song Enxi's waist with one hand, pinched Song Enxi's hand with the other, playing with his fingers one by one, his attention was all on her hand, and he took it closer and sniffed, "Fragrant, really fragrant." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked embarrassed, and called out a little loudly, "Cousin." ”

Mrs. Ji couldn't see it and helped: "Mo'er, do you still remember the book?" ”

"Lose?" Ji Huaimo wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him, "Who doesn't know how to name it?" If you play cards with such a person, isn't it to lose everything? ”