The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 645 Don't Be Obsessed With Senior Brother, He Is Not As Pure As You Think

Wei Shaoming looked bewildered, and took two steps back with some fear.

Even though she didn't know what happened, Mu Bu's extremely exaggerated smile was clearly engraved in her mind before the mantra was pasted on.

"Okay, don't play tricks on her."

Mu Jian rarely showed kindness and stopped Mu Bi from making further teasing: "She also takes orders from others and can't help herself."

Wei Shaoming looked grateful, and suddenly felt that his extraordinarily tall and muscular figure was very pleasing to the eye.

Very manly!

Mu Jian straightened his back, enjoying the adoring gaze very much.

"Miss Wei, I would like to advise you."

Mu Bu raised his eyebrows suddenly, and smiled evilly: "Don't be infatuated with senior brother, he is not as innocent as you imagined, he is black-bellied and shameless, and junior brother and I together are willing to bow down."

"Twilight, you boy."

Mu Jian grabbed him by the collar and served him with his fist: "If you dare to tear me down, I'll get you beaten."

How could Mu Bu wait to be beaten, so he managed to break free from his hand, and fled out of the house.

"stop."

Mu Jian shouted loudly and chased after him like lightning.

Wei Shaoming's heart trembled, and he was reprimanded by a particularly loud voice, which made his eardrums hurt.

"Hey."

Mu Si also rubbed her ears, and complained angrily: "These two guys are starting again."

"Miss Wei, the operation went well."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, and told her with a smile: "Yuqian will wake up tomorrow morning at the latest, and Ah Qin will come to change her medicine. You'd better arrange a medical girl to monitor the progress of her condition at any time."

"Yes."

Wei Shaoming handed over a series, and his answer was very straightforward.

Ye Xiuyan nodded with satisfaction: "It's getting late, we should go back."

"It's raining outside, so it's hard to walk on the road." Wei Shaoming thought of Mrs. Zhen Guo's order, and tried his best to persuade him to stay: "Ms. Ye might as well stay in the other courtyard for a night, and then leave when the rain stops tomorrow."

Thinking of Mrs. Zhen Guo's orders, Wei Shaoming tried his best to persuade him to stay: "Ms. Ye might as well stay in another courtyard for one night, and leave when the rain stops tomorrow."

"No."

Ye Xiuyan resisted from the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to live under the same roof as Yuqian.

Although she guessed the truth, what she did was ordered by Mrs. Zhen Guogong, and she still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Shaoming is going to prepare a carriage for the girl."

Wei Shaoming sighed sadly when he saw that she had made up her mind.

"No need."

Ye Xiuyan declined with a smile, winked at Mu Si and Mu Momo, lifted the curtain and walked out of the wing.

"Leaf girl"

Wei Shaoming wanted to persuade him again, but the three master and apprentice had already escaped into the vast mist of rain and disappeared.

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Lake Island.

Early the next morning, the rain stopped, Ye Xiuyan opened the window, breathed in the fresh and moist air, and stretched comfortably.

"Ahhh."

Hu Bao curled up next to the pillow to sleep late, shivering from the cold wind blowing in.

It barked twice in displeasure, turned over, exposing its soft belly, and continued to sleep.

The growth period of the spirit beast is slow. It has been three years, and the little tiger cub has not changed much. It is still a cute little pet with a length of only one foot. Anyone who looks at it will feel pity for his cute and silly appearance.

Ye Xiuyan smiled lovingly, closed the window, lifted the curtain and walked out of the wing.

"Chirp."

There was a crisp bird song above the bamboo forest, and a colorful kingfisher flew over like lightning and landed on her shoulder.

"Xiao Cui, where have you been playing?"

Ye Xiuyan pampered the little kingfisher's head, jokingly said, "It's raining so much and you haven't come back yet, is it true that the spring heart has sprouted and was taken away by the flower peacocks outside?"

"whee."

The little kingfisher rubbed her cheek affectionately, and the soft and waxy voice of a milk baby came to her ears clearly: "In the royal hunting ground, there are indeed many beautiful kingfishers."

(End of this chapter)