Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 439 Pit Depth 092 Meter Gu Mind Control (4)
Xue Fang stood behind him with his hands down, observing him, with a chill running down his back.Since Mo Jiu left the privy envoy's mansion and went to the Chrysanthemum Terrace today, his envoy's complexion has not been very good-looking, but his mood is still stable, and he didn't say much.

But a quarter of an hour ago, the spies came to report despite the rain, saying that the person from the Chrysanthemum Terrace went straight to meet Mo Jiu privately in the middle of the night despite the pouring rain.The spies didn't understand Xiao Qian's thoughts, they just reported Mo Jiu's situation truthfully, and added their own experience by the way.

Hearing the word "private meeting", Xue Fang knew it was over.

Sure enough, Xiao Qian stood in front of the window and blew the cold wind for a long time without making a sound.

He looked very quiet, but extremely creepy.

Xue Fang knew that he was forbearing, but after forbearance, he didn't know who was going to be unlucky.He didn't want to get into trouble, so he didn't dare to move, watching Xiao Qian's cold and serious back, his back was also tense.

"Xue Fang." Xiao Qian called him suddenly, "What time is it?"

"It's four o'clock!" Xue Fang could see that, every time he encountered Mo Jiu, his family envoy was so yin and yang, which made people afraid.He glanced at the back nervously, and then said in a discussing tone: "Tomorrow, I'm going to the Mohist conference, should you rest earlier?"

Xiao Qian frowned slightly, and suddenly turned to look at him.

"Shouldn't I drive her away today?"

Xue Fang was taken aback for a moment, but saw him propping his forehead, and whispered as if he was having a headache: "She should be locked up in the house, and she should not be allowed to go out to cause trouble."

Xue Fang actually had some doubts about saying "shut up at the mansion".How can Mo Jiu, who can't even be scared by a drunken beauty, be locked up?Besides, if the envoy of his family really has something to do with her, why would he feel sad here alone?
Xue Fang couldn't understand Mo Jiu at all, and he couldn't answer such a difficult question from his family envoy.With a bitter face, he said to him from left to right, "Don't worry, Jun. Sister Mo is smart and clever, and she will definitely not suffer."

"Smart, smart?" Xiao Qian snorted coldly, as if he didn't think much of Mo Jiu's IQ, "As long as you have a little heart, you won't be so easy to trust people."

Xue Fang didn't know how to answer, so he looked at him strangely, hesitating, "He knows how to cook, and Sister Mo is delicious, so it's inevitable... so I ran there!"

This guy is so sincere, he didn't even know he stepped on his master's pain.Xiao Qian gouged him out, and he just met him. He was stunned for a moment, and said without knowing it: "According to what I know about Sister Mo, she likes two things. One is beautiful, the other is delicious food. She has both. She likes to go to the Chrysanthemum Terrace, so it's no wonder... little girls, they all like gentle and tender ones, who likes to face a cold face all day long?"

Speaking of this, he felt the air-conditioning in front of him getting heavier, and suddenly realized that his words were not very pleasant, he laughed dryly, wishing to bite off the root of his tongue, "Well, this subordinate is not talking about the envoy. You are still very... ...very gentle, very tender."

"..." Xiao Qian glanced at him and turned around.

He didn't blame Xue Fang, just stood in front of the window like that, his tall and straight body didn't move a muscle, facing the endless rainy night, his deep eyes were full of ups and downs, like a layer of ice overflowed.

At this time, the shadow of a tall and thin man crept up behind him, and said in a small voice like a mosquito: "Master, I have brought the key to the ice storage room, and Shixi has checked it smoothly. The ice inside is... long Very gratifying."

Xiao Qian didn't respond, his thoughts drifted away to nowhere.

Slightly tilting his head to look at him, Chi Xi lightly put his hand on Xiao Qian's shoulder, slapped it hard, and raised his voice, "My lord!"

(End of this chapter)