The cheongsam beauty is in her arms, and the ascetic warlord loses control over her

Mu Yichen helped Gu Shiyao get into the car. He held the wooden board with one hand and jumped onto the carriage.

Mu Yichen got into the carriage. He spoke with a gun and a stick, without giving Ming Qinghan any face: "If you didn't remind us, how would I have known that we were going back in the carriage.

Ming Qinghan raised his eyelids slightly. He felt that Mu Yichen always wanted to cause trouble for him, and he didn't mean to spy on them kissing.

There were two people missing from the team. How could he be so cruel and leave them alone in the wilderness?

He had to turn back to find them, but he saw them kissing.

Ming Qinghan's character has always been like this. He retorted verbally: "What do you have eyes for? Don't you know how to see?"

"I'm blind. Aren't there a few empty horses out there?"

It was the first time that Ming Wenyan saw someone who could have the upper hand over Ming Qinghan. He glanced at him a few more times, and then he set his sights on Gu Shiyao.

Gu Shiyao was wearing a lavender cheongsam, and her long black hair was tied back by a silver hairpin. She had a delicate appearance and moist red lips, which could arouse people's desire to kiss Fangze.

Suddenly, Mu Yichen's demeanor suddenly changed, and he glanced at her coldly: "Keep your eyes open, don't stare at my wife."

Ming Wenyan looked away. He was scolded by Mu Yichen without saying a word. Naturally, he would not act mute and remain silent.

"You have eyes just for people to see. If you don't want people to see them, don't bring them out."

Mu Yichen's eyes darkened a bit. Are the words of the Ming family full of thorns? He is truly a member of a family.

He didn't know what the relationship between this person and Ming Qinghan was, so he turned his attention to Ming Qinghan.

"Mr. Ming, don't you care about him? It's easy to offend people by talking like this."

Ming Qing curled his lips. He never revealed Mu Yichen's identity to the Ming family. He only sent back one piece of news, that is, the owner of the cheongsam embroidery had appeared.

He gave a brief introduction: "My cousin Ming Wenyan, he has always been like this, I hope the warlord won't mind."

"warlord?"

Ming Qinghan chuckled lightly. If Ming Wenyan knew that the person he was quarreling with was Mu Yichen, he would probably regret it.

He smiled and said, "He is the Yunzhou City Governor Mu Yichen that you have been talking about every day."

Ming Wenyan's eyes widened instantly. The person he admired most in his life, besides Ming Qinghan, was Mu Yichen.

Even though he had never seen Mu Yichen in person, he had always wanted to meet the real person after hearing stories about him from people who came back from outside.

Now, the real person was right in front of him, and he had sex with him directly.

Ming Wenyan scratched his hair, embarrassed and didn't know how to speak. He bit the bullet and said: "Overseer, your wife is so beautiful. You two are a perfect match."

The loser Ming Wenyan came online in time, and then he began to talk sweetly: "I have heard about your deeds as early as the Ming family, Overseer, I admire you very much."

Mu Yichen grasped a key point and refused to let go: "You were scolding me just now."

Ming Wenyan quickly slapped his mouth twice, and he continued to talk to him shamelessly: "Bah, my mouth must have eaten too much tonight, and it's hard to speak."

Gu Shiyao covered his mouth and snickered. Seeing this, Mu Yichen didn't care too much.

"For Mr. Ming's sake, I pretend I didn't hear it."

Ming Wenyan moved forward, his eyes flashed again and again, and he asked curiously: "Overseer, tell me your story."

Mu Yichen didn't plan to talk at first, but when he saw Gu Shiyao looking like he wanted to hear it, he started talking: "That year, I signed up to join the army in Rongcheng..."

Gu Shiyao sat aside and listened carefully to Mu Yichen's story. He told a story for a long time, until he arrived in the Ming family courtyard, and Mu Yichen suddenly stopped. "I want to hear the next round, let's wait another day."

Gu Shiyao thought to himself that Mu Yichen suddenly cut off at a wonderful place, which was simply head-scratching. She wanted to kill him.

Ming Wenyan grabbed Mu Yichen's arm, and he started to mess around: "Overseer, don't worry about this for a while. You can continue talking. Don't wait for another day."

"You didn't even give me a glass of water. What else do you want me to tell you?"

Ming Qinghan got off the carriage, and Mu Yichen followed suit. He stood beside the carriage, and when he saw Gu Shiyao coming out, he hugged her and took her out of the carriage.

Ming Wenyan clapped like a fool, and smiled like a fool: "Overseer, you love your wife too much."

Mu Yichen didn't respond to him. He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was already past nine-thirty.

Ming Qinghan took them to the living room. As soon as they arrived, Ming Qinghan saw that his ancestor was not sleeping and was still sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Ming Qinghan shouted: "Ancestor."

Gu Shiyao followed Ming Qinghan's voice and looked over. She wanted to see what kind of person could embroider such a unique and elegant cheongsam.

She took a few steps forward and saw her ancestor's appearance clearly with her eyes.

Suddenly, Gu Shiyao was stunned. She froze on the spot, her fingers trembling so much that she couldn't control her hand.

In her impression, her grandmother had always been a gentle and kind woman. Every time she saw her, she always exuded the graceful aura of a Jiangnan woman.

Gu Shiyao's eyes were red, she bit her lip and did not take a step forward.

Mu Yichen noticed the change in Gu Shiyao's expression. He was confused, but he couldn't ask her why at this time.

Old Mrs. Ming put the book on the sofa. She took off her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked kindly: "Xiaojiu, has that girl brought it back?"

"Ancestor, over there."

Ming Qinghan pointed in the direction of the door.

In an instant, Gu Shiyao met the eyes of the ancestor Ming Qinghan mentioned.

Suddenly, Old Mrs. Ming trembled with excitement, her eyes were moist, and she could not control her emotions at all.

Gu Shiyao couldn't hold it back for a while. She quickly walked over, squatted down and put her head on her lap.

"grandmother."

Grandma's shout made the old lady Ming burst into tears. She gently patted Gu Shiyao's back and comforted her: "Yaoyao, oh my Yaoyao, don't cry, Grandma, I feel sorry for you."

"Grandma." Gu Shiyao shouted again, with a hint of crying in her voice.

Mu Yichen and Ming Qinghan stood aside, confused and at a loss as to why these two people hugged each other and cried without saying a word.

Gu Shiyao sat aside and held Old Mrs. Ming's hand. At this moment, she was too excited to say a word.

Old Mrs. Ming stroked Gu Shiyao's cheek. She couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since they last met.

Old Mrs. Ming turned her attention to Ming Qinghan. She called Ming Qinghan over and said seriously: "Xiaojiu, from now on Yaoyao will be your biological sister. You must take good care of her, love her, and love her."