The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 523

The plump Jin Baihe stretched out her hand towards Qing Moyan, "You are also onmyojis. I am very glad to meet you. I hope to have a chance to have a good chat with you in the future. But I still have urgent matters, so let's go first."

Qing Moyan stood there with no intention of shaking hands, and Jin Baihe didn't care, but turned her head and blew a kiss to Ru Xiaonan: "Goodbye, cute girl."

The cat demon nimbly jumped onto her shoulder, staring at Ru Xiaonan with a pair of huge eyes without blinking.

Qing Moyan's face was sullen.

Just then, Mu Bolun arrived.

Due to the collapse of the basement, his body was covered with sawdust and dust, and even his short silver hair was covered with dust, making him look dirty.

"What's going on, who is that person?" Mu Bolun watched Jin Baihe's leaving back vigilantly.

"It's an onmyoji." Qing Moyan said lightly.

"She's a very sexy big sister." Ru Xiaonan added excitedly.

"It seems that the skill is good." Qing Moyan estimated.

"She has a great figure, I've never seen such a plump breast." Ru Xiaonan's eyes were about to sparkle.

Qing Moyan and Mu Bolun were both silent.

Girl, where is your focus!

Mu Bolun's cell phone rang at this moment.

He didn't answer, but looked at the caller ID on his phone, "Let's go back, the helicopter is still waiting."

The three of them returned the same way and left by helicopter.

It wasn't until the sound of the helicopter propellers completely disappeared from above the forest park that a gorgeous figure reappeared in front of the old wooden house.

Gold Lily crossed the yard and came to the wooden house that had been turned into a pile of ruins.

"Maybe it's God's will." She sighed quietly towards the ruins, "The truth will always come to light one day."

Back in town, the helicopter dropped them off at the top of the hill.

When going back down the mountain to the old house, Mu Bolun kept walking behind.

Because there was a notebook hidden in his clothes, the book was too thick to fit in his pocket, so he had to hide it next to his body.

Their food basket was smashed when the wooden house collapsed, so he could only carry it by himself, and he was afraid of being discovered by Ru Xiaonan, so he walked more and more slowly.

Because the book was about to fall out of his clothes.

Ru Xiaonan noticed and looked back at Mu Bolun, "Why are you walking so slowly, are you too tired?"

Mu Bolun smiled perfunctorily, and lied, "Maybe I accidentally twisted my waist when I was in the wooden house."

After hearing this, Ru Xiaonan immediately went to his side, "Does it matter? I remember that there is also medicated oil at home. My grandfather often used it in the past and said it works very well."

Mu Bolun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he wasn't seven or eighty, what kind of medicinal oil did he use.

Seeing his expression, Ru Xiaonan thought he didn't believe it, "Really, I help every time I apply the medicated oil, and I can also massage. Grandpa often said that it won't hurt when you press it."

Mu Bolun hugged the notebook hidden in his arms tightly, and looked at Qing Moyan in despair.

Who knows how broken his heart is.

Qing Moyan walked in front and called out: "Xiaonan."

Perhaps because his voice seemed a little cold, Ru Xiaonan stuck out her tongue at Mu Bolun and asked in a low voice, "I'm going to go, otherwise he will get angry again."

Mu Bolun waved his hands again and again, "You go, I'm fine."

Ru Xiaonan walked quickly to catch up with Qing Moyan.

Mu Bolun could faintly hear Ru Xiaonan's voice from behind, with the gentleness unique to girls, "His waist seems to be twisted, I told him that there is medicinal oil at home..."

Qing Moyan frowned and quickened her pace.

"Qingmoyan?" Ru Xiaonan caught up with him suspiciously, "Go slowly, Mu Bolun won't be able to keep up..."

Qing Moyan suddenly grabbed her hand, clenched it tightly, and pulled her to walk faster.

Ru Xiaonan could only turn her head and show Mu Bolun a guilty smile.

The things hidden in Mu Bolun's arms were about to fall out, he desperately held them down with his arms, and waved to her with a bitter face, signaling that she should not pay attention.

Qing Moyan dragged and dragged Ru Xiaonan's figure just out of his sight when the notebook in his arms fell out.

"I'm so tired." He sighed and picked up the notebook.

It feels like climbing countless mountains, whether it is physical or mental, it seems to have reached the limit.

But at last Ru Xiaonan was brought back safely.

They also found some clues.

When Mu Bolun returned to the old house, both Qing Moyan and Ru Xiaonan were in the bathroom, so he went to Qing Moyan's study first, put away his notebook, and then went back to the yard where he lived to clean himself up.

When Ru Xiaonan changed into clean clothes and came out, Qing Moyan was already sitting there drinking hot black tea and resting.

Ru Xiaonan leaned over and gave him a "chirp" kiss on the cheek.

Qing Moyan froze for a moment, then raised her head to stare at her.

"Please don't be mad at me," she muttered under her breath. "Please."

Qing Moyan put down the black teacup, her handsome side face was expressionless.

"Although I don't know where I am wrong... I just hope everyone is well and don't want to lose anyone..." Her voice weakened, "If you are angry, I will be afraid..."

Qing Moyan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes softened.

"I'm not angry." He said softly, "I just want to come back early to rest, we are all tired today."

Ru Xiaonan tilted her head, staring into his eyes carefully.

"Really not angry?"

"No."

"You won't be angry if I go to fetch medicinal oil for Mu Bolun?"

Qing Moyan's breathing fluttered instantly.

"Do you think he's the only one who needs care?"

"What do you mean?" Ru Xiaonan was at a loss.

"Now... I need you to take care of me too." He murmured, holding her wet hair with his fingers, pressing down on the back of her neck, forcing her to bend down.

"Didn't you say you were tired?" The dangerous heat index rose sharply, and Ru Xiaonan subconsciously shrunk her shoulders, which was her attempt to protect herself.

Qing Moyan was very familiar with her reaction.

"I'm a little tired, but I still have the strength to stay tender with my woman." Qing Moyan skillfully stretched her fingers behind her back, touching the zipper of her skirt.

"The only advantage of modern attire is manifested at this time." Qing Moyan whispered in her ear, deeply sniffing the fragrance of her hair.

"Ninny, do you know how wonderful your taste is?" Qing Moyan kissed her lightly, "It's like honey."

In fact, she should be the one who should be angry.

He kept everything a secret.

With deep apology, Qing Moyan changed from her wild attitude in the past, and was very patient with her tenderly.

She belongs to him only, and no one can take it away, not even the god of death is allowed to touch her.

(End of this chapter)