Meng Qinghe once asked Ye Jibai where he came from, and Ye Jibai said that he had no door or sect, but he learned some micro-end spells from the old Taoist priest who practiced in the mountains.

Meng Qinghe scolded him for looking for death, can the succubus in the Lianzhi Forest be an ordinary little demon?

That's a demon who came down from the fairy world!

"The succubus is no longer willing to stay in the Lianzhi Forest, and there is one hidden in this Yilan Garden." Ye Jibai closed the window, walked to the round table and sat down.

Meng Qinghe buried his head in cooking, and his speech was slurred, "You are not afraid of being sucked dry by the succubus......"

Ye Jibai interrupted Meng Qinghe's words, "Only those who are not strong-willed will fall into the path of succubi. ”

Meng Qinghe snorted: "Don't talk too much, wait for this top girl of Yilan Yuan to lean into your arms, and twist that little waist, see how long you can pretend?" ”

Ye Jibai poured a glass of wine, brought it to his mouth, thought about it and put it back on the table.

He didn't dare to guarantee that after drinking, he would still be able to sit still.

After all...... This has never happened before.

Meng Qinghe was full of food and drink, and he was about to leave while touching his stomach.

Ye Jibai stopped her, "It turns out that Miss Meng is a person who goes back on her word." ”

"Ye Gongzi can even catch succubi, so how can he need my protection?"

Slipped, slipped away!

"At present, I only sense that there is a demon aura in Yilan Garden, and I can't be sure who the succubus is."

"So what?"

"You also saw when I entered the door just now, how pestering the women here are, I need Miss Meng to help me deal with them."

Meng Qinghe smiled, "How to deal with it?" Sit down and reason? ”

Say you're here to catch demons, not to have fun?

Ye Jibai's eyebrows frowned slightly, this matter is really not easy to do, if Meng Qinghe stays here, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of others.

But if he wants to deal with women, he really has no experience.

There was a knock outside the door, and a soft and soft voice sounded: "Li'er is here to serve the son." ”

Ye Jibai's brows furrowed even deeper, if this was put in, what would he do?

Meng Qinghe didn't have these troubles, she opened the door and let Li'er in.

Li'er deserves to be called Li'er, a small and delicate melon seed face, a pair of Chu Chu moving and affectionate eyes, and I see pity.

Meng Qinghe's voice was much softer, she turned sideways to invite Li'er into the room, and then flashed out of the room sideways, and closed the door considerately, "Cousin eats and drinks and has fun, cousin will go back first." ”

Meng Qinghe was thinking about Ye Jibai's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and while humming a little song, he went downstairs to find Han's mother.

One pity is enough for Ye Jibai to toss, if there is another one, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear it.

Han's mother was good at talking, and immediately sent someone to stop Fangfang, who was holding the pipa and was about to go to the wing.

"My cousin is not short of money, and Mother Han has good wine and good food here."

Mother Han waved her handkerchief and smiled, "Look at what Miss Meng said, our villagers, am I still afraid that your cousin will eat white food?" ”

The meaning of these words: If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, and the drunken dream house is so big that there is a restaurant pestle, and I'm afraid that there is no place to ask for an account?

Well, you shouldn't be related to Ye Jibai.

Meng Qinghe said goodbye to Han's mother and walked out of the gate of Yilan Garden.

She was not in a hurry to go back to the drunken dream house, and she cooked a meal in the middle of the afternoon, but she couldn't eat it.

Qinghe Town is a small town, and it didn't take long to finish a few streets.

Seeing that it was getting late and the lights were sparsely lit up in the town, Meng Qinghe returned to Yilan Garden.

However, this time he didn't go through the gate, and Meng Qinghe took advantage of the lack of attention and slipped into the alley next to Yilan Garden.

The back window of the wing room where Ye Jibai was located was facing this alley.

Meng Qinghe climbed over the wall and entered the backyard of Yilan Garden.

This is the time when the girls of Yee Lan Court prepare for the evening reception, and the cold and depressed backyard is rarely visited.

Meng Qinghe's kung fu of climbing the wall was first-class, and he climbed onto the hidden windowsill in three or two clicks.

The room is warm and fragrant, and the piano sound is pleasant.

Meng Qinghe picked up the windowsill and looked in from the crack in the window, and saw Ye Jibai sitting on the low couch with his eyes squinting slightly, supporting his head with one hand, and gently tapping the wooden table on the couch with the other.

It's so pleasant!

What a man's mouth......

Meng Qinghe pressed his palm and rolled into the window.

"Ahh

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and in the exclamation of Li'er, Meng Qinghe rolled on the spot.

Just rolled to the piano stand, and without waiting for Li'er to make another sound, Meng Qing and a carp stood up, rose from the ground, and slashed at the back of Li'er's neck with his backhand.

The fainted Li'er leaned forward, and Meng Qinghe hurriedly grabbed her arm and hugged her to the carved bed behind the curtain.

When Meng Qinghe walked out of the curtain, Ye Jibai still maintained his original posture, his fingers were not knocking, his eyes were open, and he was looking at Meng Qinghe with interest.

I have to say that Ye Jibai's lazy posture is really ...... You can't take your eyes off it.

She Meng Qinghe has done good deeds and accumulated virtue all her life, what is there to be ashamed of loving to see a handsome son?

Meng Qinghe walked to the round table and sat down, supporting his chin with his hands, his eyes becoming more and more presumptuous.

The room had already been lit up, and the firelight reflected in Meng Qinghe's eyes, like two small flames crackling and exploding.

Ye Jibai seemed to have expected her to turn back, raised her eyebrows and said lazily: "The wine is warm, do you want to have a drink?" ”

Only then did Meng Qinghe notice that there was a hexagonal wine bottle on the wooden table next to Ye Jibai, and the body of the pot was tattooed with begonia flowers, which was beautiful and elegant.

"You didn't drink bars? I don't want to drag you home any longer. Meng Qinghe got up and ran to the low couch, leaned over to Ye Jibai and sniffed violently.

"Go home......" Ye Jibai muttered these two words in a low voice, but he didn't push Meng Qinghe away.

"Ye Gongzi, the slave family came in to add lamp oil." The sudden sound of speaking outside the door surprised both Ye Jibai and Meng Qinghe.

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and Meng Qinghe was thinking that it was too late to jump out of the window now, but Ye Jibai grabbed his arm.

Ye Jibai's hand was forced, Meng Qinghe suddenly felt light, and then his eyes were dark, and a thin blanket was covered on Ye Jibai's head, and she ...... was pressed on the low couch by Ye Jibai.

The sound of small footsteps appeared in the room, Meng Qinghe stared at Ye Jibai who was close at hand, and he didn't dare to come out.

The warm yellow light shines through the thin carpet into this small world, and the people in front of him are hazy and not real, and this is just a dream.

Ye Jibai suddenly approached, and Meng Qinghe immediately closed his eyes.

"That's not right." Ye Jibai's breath fell on Meng Qinghe's ear, as if a cat's paw was scratching her heart and liver.

"What, what's wrong?" Afraid of being heard by people outside the thin carpet, Meng Qinghe followed Ye Jibai's example, leaned his head into his ear and whispered.

With his cheeks close to each other, Meng Qinghe clearly felt that Ye Jibai's body stiffened.

Ye Jibai was silent for a moment, and the hand on Meng Qinghe's waist suddenly pinched her through her clothes, Meng Qinghe was caught off guard, screamed in a low voice, and her numb and painful waist that seemed to be a little itchy writhed unconsciously, and even Ye Jibai, who was pressed on her, moved.

There was a chuckle outside the blanket, and in a short time the footsteps receded.