The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 78 Little things are jealous, Shaoqing is full of helplessness
Young Master Nian saw his younger sister come out of the flower hall in a panic, and because she walked too fast, she almost stepped on her skirt several times.

The second young master graciously stepped forward to support him, but he was thrown away by Miss Nian when he didn't want to.

Young Master Nian wanted to ask, but seeing that Qing Moyan had entered the flower hall and then did not come out, and his sister's expression was a little strange, so he left directly and was accompanied by the second young master.

Qing Mo's face was gloomy, and Ru Xiaonan shrank her neck and hid in fright, "I confiscated the crispy candy she gave me." She explained, "I didn't touch the snacks she gave, they were all there." She Pointing to the small gift box on the table.

Qing Moyan waved the box and swept it to the ground.

Scared by the huge impact, Ru Xiaonan closed her eyes, muttering to herself: This guy is so crazy again, I did everything he said, why is he still not satisfied.

I thought that Qing Moyan would continue to pour out her anger, but after waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Ru Xiaonan slowly opened one eye.

I saw that Qing Moyan's previous anger had long since disappeared, and she was looking at her helplessly.

"Qingmoyan?"

"It's okay, let's go back and rest." Qing Moyan said lightly, turned around and left the flower hall first.

When Ru Xiaonan returned to the main room, Qing Moyan had already gone to clean the room first.

After Xuanyu brought in some documents and files, she withdrew. Ru Xiaonan took a sneak peek, and saw that there were many small portraits of women painted on a stack of posts.

Although she couldn't read the words on it, this kind of thing gave her a very familiar feeling.

It's like a personals post.

She couldn't help turning a few pages, and there were almost 20 small portraits of women.

She remembered that when she was in the flower hall, she overheard the conversation outside, and it seemed that she had mentioned that Qing Moyan should choose a suitable woman from here to marry.

For some reason, when she thought of Qing Moyan holding the hand of a strange woman, wearing a bright red wedding dress, and walking into the bridal chamber with a smile, her heart felt as if something had pricked her.

She shook her head, wondering why she felt this way.

It obviously has nothing to do with her, why does she feel particularly annoying when she sees these things.

She sat there thinking wildly, Qing Moyan came out with her wet hair loose, and sat there casually wearing a robe.

"Little thing, come and help me brush my hair." He ordered.

Ru Xiaonan was stunned.

Qing Moyan had never ordered her to do things for her before.

This should be the first time.

Anyway, it's not difficult to wipe his hair, Ru Xiaonan took a clean cotton cloth, and moved her body to come behind him.

Qing Moyan looked down at the documents and files intently, as if she had completely forgotten the little existence behind her.

Ru Xiaonan dutifully performed her duties, her small hands rubbed gently through the brocade cloth, her movements were light as if she was afraid of hurting him.

Where she couldn't see, the corners of Qing Moyan's lips twitched, and he murmured: "The daughter of this family seems to be pretty good, no matter in terms of appearance or background."

Ru Xiaonan looked over his shoulder at the post in his hand.

"What... I'm not as cute..." She muttered.

Qing Moyan continued to look at the things in her hands, as if she didn't hear the resentful words of the villain behind her.

"The daughter of this family is not bad either. She is fifteen years old and her family is well-off. Although her ancestors were not officials, the young lady of a merchant family must have a lot of dowry."

Ru Xiaonan couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Qingmoyan and dignified Dali Temple Shaoqing actually wants to marry a woman from a merchant's family... This is too far away, the old man clearly wants to lower his social status.

There is actually such a father in this world who doesn't think about his son, but actually drags his feet, hoping that his son will have a hard time.

It's just so weird.

The more Ru Xiaonan thought about it, the more she felt worthless for Qing Moyan, angrily stretched out her little hand and snatched the post from him.

"The eyes are too small... the thin one looks like a bean sprout, how can such a thin waist give birth to children in the future, and this one, look, the one with good features looks like Kefu !" Ru Xiaonan babbled, halfway through, Qing Moyan didn't respond.

She suddenly realized that she was simply meddling in this way.

"I... I don't mean anything else, I just said it casually." She hurriedly stuffed those posts back into Qing Moyan's hands, lowered her head and continued to help Qing Moyan wipe her hair.

Qing Moyan casually threw those posts on the table, and said quietly: "I never knew that little things can also understand many ways of men and women, and you can tell at a glance whether they can have children or not?"

Ru Xiaonan blushed so much that she was about to bleed.

She was just saying it casually, and she blamed those small portraits for not being very good, all the daughters were like monsters in New Year pictures, and she felt that none of them were worthy of Qing Mo Yan.

Qing Moyan turned her head and glanced at her, and said casually, "It seems that I'd better go through your checks in choosing a wife in the future, so as not to marry a husband who is Kefu and can't have children." All the stacks of posts were given to her.

Ru Xiaonan was dumbfounded holding those posts, "Do you really want me to choose?"

"Ah."

Ru Xiaonan couldn't help stealing glances at Qing Moyan, but saw that he didn't mention this matter anymore, but picked up the file and read it.

Ru Xiaonan sat on the side flipping through the portraits of the women one by one, muttering to herself that she didn't like any of them anyway.

In the end, it was Qing Moyan who spoke first, "Since there is no suitable one, forget it, and choose next time."

After hearing this, Ru Xiaonan immediately threw those things aside, and rubbed against him with a shy face, ignoring his stern face, and burrowed into his arm with all her strength.

Qing Moyan looked at her pretending to be serious, but did not drive her away from him, but continued to hug her and look through the documents in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Qing Moyan noticed that the little thing in her arms was breathing less and less, and fell asleep.

Qing Moyan sighed helplessly, she was really heartless.

He tried every means to enlighten her, but Miss Nian misled her with a few words, and she didn't even know why she was unhappy.

He pinched the tip of her nose, and Ru Xiaonan frowned in her sleep.

Qing Moyan let go of her hand, fixedly looked at her sleeping face, slowly leaned down, and kissed her on the forehead.

The faint musk smell diffused, making his heart tremble, and he simply pushed the table away, and went straight upstairs. She lay down on the big kang by the window.

That Miss Nian... must never let her come into contact with Little Things again.

Qing Moyan silently looked at the villain in her arms, couldn't help but kiss her cheek again, the tenderness in her chest surged, and she finally suppressed it.

Not yet, she is still young, so she has to wait...

Holding Ru Xiaonan tightly with her backhand, Qing Moyan slowly closed her eyes.

(End of this chapter)