Quick Transmigration: The villains are all my adults

Chapter 11 - My Father Is the Devil Emperor (11)

Grabbing Jun Mo's fleshy little hand, Ning Xiao didn't intend to let go, what a joke, she is going to abduct him now, let him go and let him go?

"Mo Mo, do you know that today is the Goddess's Day?" Ning Xiao lowered her eyes and said sadly, "I don't have anyone to play with me..."

Jun Mo, who hadn't had time to think much after being held by his hand, looked up and saw the person beside him who was carved in pink and jade, who was about to cry. ! I'll play with you!"

"Really?" Ning Xiao suddenly moved closer to him, almost nose to nose, her almond eyes were clear and bright, and his face was clearly reflected in them, she asked as if confirming.

The sweet scent of the girl lingered on the tip of his nose, and Jun Mo was stunned. He had never been so close to anyone before. It turned out that it felt so good, so good that he wanted to get closer to her.

"Really." Jun Mo looked at her seriously, because he was a little taller than Ning Xiao, he stretched out his hands and hugged her easily, carefully hugged her in his arms, and whispered: "There is no one to play with me." ,you are the first."

Ning Xiao's heart softened, she stretched out her arms to hug him back, patted his back, and comforted him: "I will always play with Momo from now on."

Little did he know that a casual sentence turned out to be a prophecy, and Ning Xiao, who was forced to the brink of collapse later, every time he recalled this time, he wished to wear it back and slap his ears, making you mean and mean!Play ass!

Bringing the topic back, before Jun Mo could respond, Ning Xiao took his little hand and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's eat something better than candied haws."

Jun Mo subconsciously frowned and retorted: "There is nothing more delicious than candied haws."

"Okay." Ning Xiao immediately compromised, so she wouldn't argue with a candied haws fan, "Then let's go to the street to watch the dragon dance and the paper-cut man..."

Looking at Junmo, who was walking cheerfully and holding a bunch of candied haws, Ning Xiao lowered her eyes and stroked the ice-colored jade bracelet on her wrist with her fingertips. She never thought that he was the reincarnation of Fuxi, what a coincidence...

The windows of the inn face east, and you can easily see the street when you open it.

A tall and tall figure stood beside the hollowed-out flower window railing, half of the man's face was hidden in the darkness, only a gracefully curved chin and lips that were as red as blood rouge could be vaguely seen.

Ye Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his whole body showing a cold and ruthless look, and behind him were a man and a woman kneeling, not even daring to breathe in the dead silent room.

The woman wearing a silk-woven white veil is half-kneeling and can be seen to have a graceful figure. The whole face is not covered with makeup, and it looks so beautiful and refined that it seems otherworldly.

The black boots with gold trim stopped in front of her eyes, and the man's deep and indifferent voice came: "Look up."

The kneeling woman in white got up slowly, her slightly upturned face was exquisitely clear, her beautiful eyes were like the flowers in the world, quiet and indifferent, but when they touched Ye Ming's condescending cold gaze, the bottom of her eyes still trembled.

The man's eyes clearly showed no emotion at all, but when they landed on her, she was inexplicably terrified, and her whole body froze.

But in an instant, Ye Ming looked away, "It's not like her." The tone was very calm, but it made the listener feel like falling into an ice cave, and his face was pale and bloodless for a moment.

This face...a face formed after being bitten countless times by thousands of insects!She is obviously exactly the same as the woman in the portrait, and she has imitated her voice, appearance and manner countless times, so what is not like...

She didn't dare to ask these words, so she could only bow her head and knelt down, her back was soaked in cold sweat at some point, she was terrified but unable to speak, and the room returned to dead silence.

Ye Ming casually turned out of the window, and on the street next to the window, a woman in white clothes like snow happened to pass by, her blue hair fluttering in the wind, her brows and eyes were cold and indifferent, her beautiful face, independent of the world.

"Heh..." With a low laugh, the man's usually indifferent voice showed a rare hint of joy: "This is the way it looks."

(End of this chapter)