He never let a woman in here, or because he was drunk, and then ......

I don't want to think about what happened after Mo Qingmiao, and I will be extremely disgusting when I think about it????? ???．? ｒａｎｅｎa`ｃｏｍ

"Immortality."

Mo Qingmiao didn't look at the handkerchief, and scolded again.

"Young Master!"

Changsheng hurriedly walked in from the outside.

Looking at the young master pulling Miss's hand yesterday and looking at the marks on Miss's neck, Changsheng naturally saw something.

For this reason, he was sad all night, and he did not sleep well.

What's more, last night, the young master also called the name of the young lady for a long time

"Whose is this? Who has been? ”

There was some disgust in Mo Qingmiao's eyes, and his tone was terrifyingly cold.

Changsheng replied tremblingly, "The little one saw that the young master drank a little too much yesterday, and he kept shouting Miss Qiqi's name, so the little one went to call Miss Qiqi over." ”

After Changsheng said this, he didn't dare to raise his head.

"Last night, Qiqi came?"

Mo Qingmiao's body also froze, and the expression on his face gradually became sharper.

Then everything last night was not a dream, it was all real.

Last night he kissed again. Kissed Qiqi.

"Puff"

Under his coercion, Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground in fright.

"Young master, I don't know anything, I don't see anything."

Mo Qinghao: ......

"Say, what do you see?"

Mo Qingmiao took a deep breath and asked slowly.

When Changsheng heard this, his heart became even more afraid.

"The little one saw that there was a red mark on the young lady's neck."

Even though he was very scared, Changsheng snorted, but still said it.

Mo Qingmiao's expression was awe-inspiring, and he glanced at Changsheng coldly, without saying a word.

Under the intimidation of his eyes, Changsheng felt even more frightened.

"What did you see last night?"

After a long time, Mo Qingmiao said coldly.

"The little one didn't see anything."

Changsheng hurriedly replied.

"Young master, don't worry, I haven't seen anything, I won't talk nonsense."

"Get out!"

Mo Qingmiao waved his hand, and soon Changsheng went out.

Mo Qingmiao lay on the bed weakly, looking at the curtain above his head with his eyes distracted.

His hand also fell down and landed on the handkerchief.

Mo Qingmiao reached out and pinched the handkerchief, spread it out, and rested it on his face.

Sniffing the smell on it, it was the faint floral scent on Qiqi's body.

Smelling this, Mo Qingmiao felt relieved again, his head, which had been hurting, was unexpectedly no longer in pain.

After a while, Mo Qingmiao had fallen asleep.

Mo Qiqi was in the room, and he couldn't read a book, and he didn't want to embroider.

I've been pacing around the room.

"Why don't you go and have a look?"

Fu Bao sat aside, watching Mo Qiqi keep walking around, and felt that his eyes were about to spent.

"Go and see, what to see?"

Mo Qiqi said, glaring at Fu Bao.

Fu Bao instantly fell silent and looked at Mo Qiqi with a smile.

Mo Qiqi walked for a while, sat on the pestle on the side, and read the book with her hand.

Fu Bao secretly raised his eyes and looked at Mo Qiqi, seeing that she was calm down again at this time, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

Time passed little by little, and in the afternoon, Tsukimi came with a medicine box.

"Qiqi, can I call you that?"

Yuejian put down the medicine box, stood in a bewitching red dress, and looked at Mo Qiqi with a smile.

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