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Chapter 98 How Did He Kiss You Like This?
But this thing is also quite absurd.

It's fine to only have a sexual dream for one night, but it is very puzzling to have a sexual dream for several days in a row.

Xie Yuzhou squeezed the girl's hand carelessly, and said casually, "Does Mrs. Xie still remember the content of the dream?"

Huo Qiao's ears turned red, and he coughed lightly: "I don't remember."

"Don't you remember anything?" Xie Yuzhou leaned down slightly, his voice rang in the girl's ear, "Did that man ever kiss you?"

Since it was a spring dream, there must have been a kiss.

But that was just a dream, she didn't even see what the man in the dream looked like.

"I..." Huo Qiao was about to speak when suddenly an arm wrapped around his waist.

Then the earlobe was bitten unexpectedly: "How did he kiss you?"

"Like this?"

Before Huo Qiao could react, his lips were covered with a touch of coolness, and the temperature slowly heated up during the running-in.

The little novice was walking in front, not knowing what he noticed, he stopped and turned his head to look behind him.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of two embracing figures, his eyes were covered in the next second.

It's Fang Yi.

He said, "It's not suitable for children."

Little novice: "?"

When Fang Yi took off his hands covering his eyes, the little novice was surprised to find that Huo Qiao's face was strangely red, and so were his lips, which seemed to be torn.

The little monk asked innocently and blankly: "Sister, what's wrong with your mouth?"

Huo Qiao's back was slightly stiff, and he glared at the man beside him angrily, shook off his hand and walked in front alone: ​​"It's nothing, I was bitten by a certain vinegar vat."

The little novice stared wide-eyed in shock: "Will the vinegar jar bite people?"

Huo Qiao laughed, and reached out to touch the little novice monk's little bald head: "Yes."

The little novice scratched his head, and then said solemnly: "The vinegar jar is terrible, I want to tell Master, we will never use the vinegar jar again."

Huo Qiao: "..."

Touching his nose in embarrassment: "It doesn't have to be like this, not all vinegar jars will bite people."

Quickly change the subject: "Little master, are we almost there?"

The little novice pointed to the ancient building in front of him and said, "In front is the meditation hall where the old lady lives."

Mrs. Xie came here to clean up, so the place where she lives is relatively remote and deserted.

A bamboo forest was planted outside, and the mountain wind blew by, blowing down the bamboo leaves all over the ground.

Only one door of the hall was opened, and a tall Buddha statue could be glimpsed from the outside. Inside the hall, a middle-aged woman in plain clothes was cleaning. When she sensed someone was coming, she looked up.

The woman put her hands together and said hello: "Master Mingxin."

His eyes fell on Xie Yuzhou's group, and he felt familiar with the handsome man at the head.

"Hello, benefactor." The little novice also returned a Buddhist gift, and then said in a young voice, "These benefactors are here to see the old lady."

Hearing this, the woman was slightly stunned, they have lived here with Mrs. Xie for more than ten years, this is the first time anyone has come to see Mrs. Xie.

Thinking of the old lady ordering them to clean the room before, the woman quickly realized and asked cautiously: "Is it Xie Wuye?"

Huo Qiao nodded in response: "Yes."

The woman who confirmed the identity of the visitor suddenly became a little at a loss, and hurriedly said: "The old lady took Yueqiu to the vegetable garden behind to dig vegetables, please wait a moment for the fifth master, I will call the old lady right away."

After the words fell, the woman threw down the broom and ran towards the backyard.

Huo Qiao looked around. Apart from the Buddha statue in the main hall, there was an altar. There were three burning incense sticks in the incense burner, and the smoke was lingering. Three long-burning lamps were lit on the left side. The candle flames flickered as the wind passed through the hall.

The little monk knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and recited a few scriptures, then kowtowed three times.

Huo Qiao hesitated for a moment, then knelt down on the futon, closed his eyes and muttered something silently in his heart.

Seeing the pious appearance of the girl, Xie Yuzhou's expression did not change, only his peach eyes were slightly deeper.

After kneeling down to worship the Buddha statue, just as Huo Qiao wanted to get up, a slender, sickly white hand appeared in front of him.

She looked sideways, and it was Xie Yuzhou.

Without much hesitation, Huo Qiao directly held the man's hand and stood up.

"Master Mingxin, do you have a statue of the God of Wealth in your temple?" Huo Qiao looked at the little novice and asked.

The little novice nodded: "Yes."

Huo Qiao said, "Then I'll go to say goodbye later."

Xie Yuzhou glanced at the girl: "Why do you want to worship the God of Wealth?"

"Of course I'm going to ask the God of Wealth to bless me to make a fortune."

For contemporary young people, making money is serious business.

Xie Yuzhou laughed lowly: "Mrs. Xie doesn't want to ask for marriage?"

Huo Qiao glanced lightly at the man: "Do you still need to ask?"

Isn't her marriage just around the corner?

While waiting, the bored Huo Qiao saw the burning lamp on the left, and suddenly wondered who the three burning lamps were for.

She was just about to walk over to have a look, when there was a sound of footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a simple-dressed, beautiful-looking woman walked up to her.

Although she is getting old, the woman takes good care of herself, only a few fine lines appear on the corners of the eyes, but it does not affect the woman's graceful appearance at all, and the pair of peach blossom eyes are even more charming.

No need to ask, Huo Qiao could tell that the woman was Xie Yuzhou's mother.

Perhaps because of living in the temple for many years, the temperament of the woman is elegant and dusty, even when she sees her own son, whom she hasn't seen for a long time, her expression is also indifferent.

The tone was so calm that no waves could be heard: "You are here."

Xie Yuzhou had no expression on his face, as if the woman in front of him was just an insignificant stranger.

The atmosphere was inexplicably silent and condensed.

Huo Qiao broke the silence between the mother and son: "Aunt Tao, I heard that you are sick, are you feeling better?"

Hearing the girl address her, the woman's brows and eyes moved slightly, but she didn't correct her, and nodded calmly: "I just feel a little cold, and I'm much better."

"That's good." Huo Qiao smiled cutely, "It's windy in the mountains, take care of yourself."

Tao Huanzhi's expression was indifferent: "Yes. Go sit upstairs."

The Jingxin Hall has two floors in total. The first floor is the main hall where Buddha statues are enshrined, and the second floor is where Tao Huanzhi lives. The living room, bedroom, and kitchen are all available.

Sitting down in the living room, the servant who took care of Tao Huanzhi immediately served tea to Huo Qiao and the others.

All the bodyguards stood outside the door, only Fang Yi stood behind Xie Yuzhou.

Huo Qiao didn't know what attitude to take with this old Mrs. Xie, so he could only keep silent.

Xie Yuzhou was not a talkative person either, he leaned lazily on the sofa, casually playing with Huo Qiao's fingers.

Tao Huanzhi took a sip of the tea on the table, and asked in a calm voice, "How are you?"

As soon as he heard this, he asked Xie Yuzhou.

It's just that his expression was too cold, as if the answer was not important to her.

Xie Yuzhou's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even raise his eyes, as if he didn't hear the other party's question.

Fang Yi answered for his fifth master in a timely manner: "Madam Lao, don't worry, fifth master is in good health."

"Yeah." Tao Huanzhi responded lightly, raising his peachy eyes, "I thought you wouldn't marry a wife."

Xie Yuzhou finally spoke, with a deep voice: "She is different."

"What's the difference?" Tao Huanzhi brought the teacup to his lips. Although his tone was very flat, Huo Qiao could hear a trace of ridicule, "He asked you to marry a wife because he wanted to have a queen before you die?"

Huo Qiao was slightly startled, and looked at the woman across from her in surprise.

The "he" that Mrs. Xie mentioned is Mr. Xie, right?

Huo Qiao was indeed curious about the fact that the Xie family offered an olive branch for marriage to the Huo family.

After all, even if Xie Yuzhou is a sick child, it should not be difficult to marry him a wife who is well-matched just based on the Xie family's status.

No matter what, it will not be the Huo family's turn, and it is not Liu Ruoxuan's real daughter that Xie's family is asking to marry, but her fake daughter.

After hearing Mrs. Xie's words, her doubts were immediately answered.

Because the Xie family didn't marry her to be Xie Yuzhou's wife, but wanted her to give birth to Xie Yuzhou's child, so as to leave a trace of blood for Xie Wuye, who was dying soon.

　#small theater#
　　Xiao Qiao: So I am a child-bearing tool?
　　Fifth Master: Nonsense

　　
　
(End of this chapter)