Vampire cute baby tomb robber

"I'll hang it." Qu Luo paced over, wrapping his arms around the back of Mo Niang, and pressed his fingers on the scroll, whether it was intentional or unintentional, this posture looked over from a distance, and it was indescribably intimacy.

It was too close, and Mo Niang frowned for a moment.

The other person's body was still stained with the residual wine smell, which was light and heavy, with a refreshing mint smell and residual smoke, which was very pleasant, but the aggressive smell on this person was too strong, and the strong smell was a bit evil.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand, trying to avoid it.

But Qu Luo pressed his body down, his chin resting directly on Mo Niang's shoulder, and the hot air sprayed on the skin on the side of her neck behind her ears, and said in a tired tone, "Sister Mo, my stomach hurts. "

I don't know if it's because of the title of Sister Mo, Mo Niang sighed helplessly, and turned her head to look at the handsome face that could make all the girls fall in love with her: "Didn't it be fine just now? It's because my stomach hurts." Or a stomachache?"

"It's not comfortable." Qu Luo said in a low voice, but the corner of his mouth, which was hidden, curved into an evil arc. For some reason, there was an indescribable coldness in that arc...

Mo Niang looked at him for a while, and then said: "Don't drink so much wine in the future." After finishing speaking, she took out the handkerchief, soaked it in the medicine jar, and then wiped his forehead. You can't even see the cold silence in front of people.

Qu Luo bowed his head and answered yes, as if obedient.

The servant standing beside him was already dumbfounded. After a whole day, he almost didn't know his young master anymore!

As far as he knows, his young master is not drunk for a thousand cups, and can kill people casually. Why is his combat effectiveness so poor today?

The little servant was pulling his hair vigorously, the extremes of things will be reversed, and the extremes of things will be reversed!

His young master is so abnormal, there must be some monster hiding!

Could it be... The boy's eyes fell on Mo Niang, his eyes were full of deep meaning.

In the next few days, no matter how busy Qu Luo was, he would come to Mo's house to sit for a while, and he smelled of alcohol every time he came.

Mo Niang is also used to it, and often prepares some millet porridge for him, served with crisp pickle sticks, which is not worth much money, but after eating and drinking, it will feel warm in the stomach.

There are still a few people in the Mo family to support. Mo Niang has been painting these days. When the painting is finished, she will ask Uncle Liao to buy it on the street. The money she earns is enough for daily expenses, and she still has some money on hand. After coming and going, the deserted garden finally gained some popularity.

It's just that the good times don't last long, and life is far more cruel than people imagined.

On this day, Uncle Liao came back very early, with a wound on the corner of his mouth, and a few footprints on his back, obviously kicked out by someone.

Originally, he didn't want the lady to see his virtue, so after he came back, he went to the backyard, intending to change his clothes before going back to the front yard.

It's just that Mo Niang was drying quilts in the backyard with two maids, and when she looked up, she bumped into them.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Yan'er cried out in panic as the wooden basin in her hand tilted.

Uncle Liao glanced at her and said with a smile, "I accidentally fell down, I'm old after all, I can even walk in confusion."

Mo Niang looked at him, her black and white phoenix eyes were clear, her eyes were floating and sinking, and the shadows cast by the branches were clearly reflected on her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Go and apply some medicine." She smiled and took the painting from Uncle Liao's hand. She didn't say much, but turned around and went into the study, holding a brush as if practicing calligraphy.

Yan'er supported Uncle Liao, and she couldn't help complaining in her heart: "I don't know what Miss is thinking, this discerning person can tell how Dad's injury came from at a glance, but she didn't even ask a question, she simply felt that Those of us right now deserve to be ruined."

"Yan'er!" Uncle Liao stretched out his hand to shake off Yan'er's hand, his old face was full of anger: "How many times have I told you, you are not allowed to be so rude to the lady. If it weren't for the lady and the master back then, our family would have died a long time ago." You are a few years younger than Miss, and Miss doesn't care about your ignorance, she tolerates you everywhere, she is the master, if it was in the past, you would have been boarded!"

There is no daughter who is not afraid of her father. After being yelled at by Uncle Liao, Yan'er didn't dare to nag any more, and she started to work diligently. I had an idea, everyone always said what was the past, what's the use of those things, now there is only an empty shell left in the Mojia, and she is still trying to be a lady, if she is smart enough, she should put this If you sell the house, you can get a lot of money anyway, I really don't know what the other party thinks.

Yan'er really didn't understand, except Mo Niang, no one knew what this house represented.

Moreover, things in this world are not so simple, there is no land in hand, no matter how much money there is, there will always be a day when it will be spent.

Yan'er only thought about being happy now, but she didn't think about how she would live in the future, let alone sell the house, what would happen to the other elderly servants?

They are all old, at least they can grow vegetables and clean the gazebo in the old house.

Mo Niang didn't dislike their slow movements, but that didn't mean the other masters did the same.

They can't support themselves when they leave the Mo family.

Disbanded them?

Mo Niang definitely can't do that kind of thing, after all, they are all people who will never leave the Mo family.

Continue to raise them?

Now that I have such a big house, I don’t have to sell fruits, melons and vegetables on weekdays. The devil girl is already struggling. If there is no house, even the place to live will be a problem...

Which of these things does not need to go to the devil to think about and balance, the head of the family always sounds good, but it is difficult to do.

This is especially true for the defeated family...

Who has ever been considerate, in fact, Mo Niang is just a girl in her early twenties?

Uncle Liao is smart, he has experienced more things than young people after all, and he didn't want to burden the young lady any more. He wanted to sell the leftover paintings on the street just after dawn.

What he didn't expect was that the place where he used to practice had already been taken up, and the person who took up his place was none other than Mo Niang.

I don't know how early she got up, the picture scrolls have already been spread out, and they are neatly arranged, which is very atmospheric.

Her body was still damp, and dewdrops could be seen on her head in her downcast eyes.

Maybe it was because she was too tired. When she stood up, she tapped her waist, and even the movement of her right foot became a little strange...

Uncle Liao was taken aback for a moment, only to feel something go up his throat, itching uncomfortably, he opened his mouth, and then called out: "Miss."