"What are you holding me back?"

The old man looked at the painting Yuqiong who was blocking him inexplicably, "Your master is so kind, will he eat me?" ”

Kind?

Hua Yuqiong was stunned for a while, where did this old naughty boy see that guy was kind?!

A guy who punishes people at every turn when he has nothing to do will be kind?!

Will that legendary bloodthirsty and furious boss be kind?!

No, you can't let him go, so let him keep such a rare good image of the festival night.

"Grandpa, my master is more shy, and he doesn't like others to thank him." Draw Yu Qiong Dao.

The old man paused for a moment, and turned his head to look at Hua Yuqiong, "Really?" ”

"Really, it's more real than real gold!" Hua Yuqiong nodded heavily.

"Okay then," the old man took out his arm from Hua Yuqiong's hand, looked at Hua Yuqiong and said seriously: "You must thank your master on behalf of your grandfather, if he wants any medicinal materials or something, you can take him to the treasury to get it, and if you don't have it, let people buy it." ”

Painting Yu Qiong: "......"

Why didn't she have this treatment before?

"yes, okay." Hua Yuqiong nodded obediently.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, "I'll go and see you become a grandfather, and I'm relieved that Qi'er has your master here." ”

Painting Yu Qiong: "......"

She smiled obediently: "Well, grandpa don't worry." ”

"By the way, you washed the blood on your face, and it took you a nosebleed to get on fire."

Hua Yuqiong was stunned for a moment, and smiled slightly awkwardly.

"yes, I see."

After the old man left, Hua Yuqiong returned to Hua Qi's residence.

The painters were all busy walking around, cleaning up and disposing of the ruined things, and outside the door of Painting Qi, only Mu Lao and Xin Han Xin'an were standing at the door, and the sacrificial night sitting on the stone bench with a gloomy face.

Seeing the night of the festival, Hua Yuqiong's eyes flashed.

"Little nephew, little nephew."

A milky voice sounded and reached Hua Yuqiong's ears.

Xin An broke away from Xin Han's hand, and ran towards Hua Yuqiong excitedly with his little short legs.

Hua Yuqiong turned her gaze to Xin An, squatted down and stretched out her arms, and looked at Xin An who threw herself into her arms with a smile.

"Little nephew, my father and mother later wrote to urge me and my brother to go back, and we are about to set off on a cloudy day. After I'm gone, will my little nephew miss me? ”

Xin An raised his head and blinked his big eyes, his long eyelashes flickered, and he looked at Hua Yuqiong with expectant eyes, and saw that Hua Yuqiong's heart softened.

She rubbed Xin An's little head, hooked her lips and smiled, "Of course I think, Xiao An'an is so cute." ”

Xin An laughed very happily, stretched out his fleshy little hand and pinched the face of the painted Yuqiong.

"Hehe, little nephew, your face is so soft, softer than my imperial sister's face."

Hua Yuqiong didn't know how to explain, so she could only look at Xin An with a smile.

Xin Han walked over, pulled out Xin An, who was pinching Hua Yuqiong's face, from Hua Yuqiong's arms, and said coldly: "Your things haven't been packed yet, it's time to go back and pack your things." ”

Xin An struggled, glared at Xin Han dissatisfied, and opened his mouth to say: "Nonsense, my yin has long been ......"

Xin An received the threatening look in Xin Han's eyes, and suddenly stopped his mouth, grunching his mouth aggrievedly, but he couldn't cry.

"Okay, I'll go back and clean up."

Xin Han snorted and let go of Xin An's collar.

Hua Yuqiong glanced at him and blamed: "He's still so young, what are you doing to him so fiercely?" ”

Xin Han's warm eyes looked at Hua Yuqiong, reached out and rubbed her head, and said softly: "My father asked me to bring him here, just to let me take him to see the outside world, I don't be strict with him, how can I discipline his playful nature?" ”