The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 13 The Cold Touch (2)

I saw a young man in a turquoise gown stepping across the threshold.

His figure was long, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes as black as spots of lacquer slowly swept across the crowd, and finally landed on Jun Moli.

"Li'er is here today, I am very happy for my brother."

The young man stood still in front of the wooden table, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

Meeting his eyes, Jun Moli was only slightly stunned for a moment, and immediately searched everything about him from his memory.

The boy was named Ruan Zhu, and he was adopted by the original owner's mother before the original owner was born.

Over the years, the original owner has been oppressed by everyone in the Ruan Mansion, only the gentle Ruan Zhu treats her best, and the original owner is closest to him.

Three years ago, he set off with Ruan Zhetai and became famous in one fell swoop.

Then, Ruan Zhetai temporarily handed over the Ruan family army to him on the grounds of old age.

After three years of hard work, he is now a God of War with great military exploits, so he is not in the mansion all the year round.

Glancing at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him, Jun Moli lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and called softly, "Brother."

"Long time no see, Li'er has become more and more well-behaved and sensible." Ruan Zhu raised his hand to stroke her hair, Ruan Zhu's eyes were full of doting.

Jun Moli has been alone since he was a child, and has never been in contact with others, let alone being rubbed by a man's hair ambiguously.

Although she knew that Ruan Zhu was kind to the original owner, she still felt very awkward and took a step back subconsciously.

Ruan Zhu's hands froze in the air, and his expression became a little subtle.

But only for a moment, he quickly retracted his hand, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Seeing that Jun Moli and Ruan Zhu were so close, Ruan Lingyan gave them a sideways look and snorted coldly.

Her actions aroused Ruan Zhetai's dissatisfaction, and she gave her a displeased look, then turned her head to look at Ruan Zhu, and coughed lightly: "Xiaozhu is coming back, let's sit down and have dinner together."

As soon as these words came out, Ruan Lingyan immediately became unhappy: "I don't want to eat with a bastard."

He stood up like a hurricane, threw the bowls and chopsticks in front of him on the table, turned around and walked away quickly past Ruan Zhu.

Ruan Zhetai was already very unhappy about what happened today, but now that Ruan Lingyan didn't take his father seriously, she was even more annoyed.

Raising his fist angrily, he slammed it heavily on the wooden table, and the dishes placed on the table made a crisp sound following his movements: "Bastards, it's you who spoiled them."

Although Ruan Zhetai didn't say it clearly, he was obviously accusing Hao Xian.

Hao Xian frowned slightly, she never expected that Ruan Zhu would come back at this juncture, making things develop to this point.

Clenching her fists tightly, she looked up at Ruan Zhu who was standing in front of the wooden table, a trace of hatred quickly flashed in her eyes.

This bastard was picked up by that bitch.

He thought that as long as that bitch died, he and Jun Moli would be rejected by the master.

But who would have imagined that his talent in martial arts is so high, not only won all the master's favor, the master even handed over the powerful and huge Ruan family army to him.

It is obviously a bastard that was picked up, but he was treated like the eldest son of the Ruan Mansion, which is really infuriating.
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The sun was shining brightly and the sun rose to the sky.

For Ruan Zhu's sake, Jun Moli and Ruan Zhetai had to bite the bullet and finished the meal together.

As soon as the chopsticks were put down, Jun Moli immediately got up and left, not wanting to stay in the front hall for a moment.

Back in the room, a burst of drowsiness suddenly struck.

Lying on the bed in a drowsy state, she felt a chill on her cheeks in a daze, as if a big cold hand was slowly stroking her cheeks.

(End of this chapter)