After the first fool

Chapter 50 Meet Bai Qingluo
This person is clearly the man who sent her to the Regent's Palace that day. What is the relationship between him and the lady?From the tone of voice, it seems that the relationship between the two is very close.

Mo Xiaoran raised her eyebrows lightly, rested her chin lightly with her index finger, and looked away from Bai Qingluo, ignoring him directly.

"I didn't eat in the mansion, but came outside instead. Is it possible that the prime minister still hasn't given you food?" Bai Qingluo's deep and hoarse voice came into Mo Xiaoran's ears, with a faint smile, like teasing , like a joke.

Mo Xiaoran hummed softly, "Is there anything in the world that you don't know?"

How can I meet people I don't want to see anywhere?

Just met Bai Zixu during the day, and met him at night!It really is a bad year!
"Maybe, maybe not." Bai Qingluo's sharp black eyes were as sharp as knives, but there was only a piece of calm, like the sea under the night, deep and dull, but there was an undetectable danger.

"I really wonder if you put some kind of tracking device on me." Mo Xiaoran said with a half-smile.

"Tracker? What is that?" Bai Qingluo raised his brows suspiciously, and dispersed the frost between his brows.

Perhaps, only in front of her can he let go of his protection and face her peacefully.

"Uneducated, it's scary." Mo Xiaoran shrugged her shoulders and didn't explain. Should she start explaining what a tracker is from the principle?The generation gap is not so easy to bridge.

"The lotus seed soup here is good, you can try it." Bai Qingluo changed the subject without going into it, he just liked the moment when he was with her like this.

"Are you familiar with this place?" Mo Xiaoran grasped the point in an instant, and she didn't miss the familiarity in Bai Qingluo's words.

It really has a keen sense of smell like a cheetah.

Bai Qingluo's black eyes, like the sky under the night sky, flashed a hint of admiration, "Shopkeeper, serve tea."

The shopkeeper who was still fiddling with the abacus immediately threw away the abacus when he heard the familiar voice, and respectfully took out the silver needle tea leaves, crying in his heart, why did the master sacrifice himself?
Didn't he always like to stay on the third floor, coming and going without a trace?
The immediate boss was sitting in the lobby. The shopkeeper was under a lot of pressure, but he calmed down. After serving a pot of good tea, Bai Qingluo pushed the teacup in front of Mo Xiaoran: "Taste it."

She was not polite, took a sip, and felt the fragrance on her lips and teeth: "It's really delicious."

Seeing the comfort between her brows, Bai Qingluo felt a tinge of sweetness in her heart, as if the tea leaves worth ten thousand taels were already priceless treasures.

Mo Xiaoran didn't overlook the shopkeeper's respect for Bai Qingluo, it was the respect exuded from the bottom of his heart, I'm afraid this person is definitely not an ordinary guest in this Yanyu Building, either he has a personal relationship with the boss, or he has a distinguished status.

What's wrong with her, she just found a restaurant at random, and by such a coincidence, she bumped into him?
"I can only say that we are very destined." Bai Qingluo seemed to have heard the voice in Mo Xiaoran's heart. There are thousands of silk threads that want to entangle Mo Xiaoran.

She groaned in her heart and missed half a beat, "Even if there is a fate, it is a bad fate."

"I heard that you went to Huguo Temple today?"

Mo Xiaoran's eyes turned cold, and two sharp lights shot out from her eyes: "Are you following me?"

"A fool can become a fool, but his skills cannot become so good overnight. For unstable things, one must always keep an eye on them." Bai Qingluo said meaningfully. Ran seemed to see the poppies blooming behind him, symbolizing darkness.

Fatal danger.

"I've said it countless times, and I don't have any other thoughts." She reiterated her thoughts again, and Bai Qingluo shook her head, "If you continue, I think we will break up."

It seems that every time, they will fight against each other, and only this woman is not afraid of him, not afraid of him, and dares to slap the table and blush to argue with him.

This feeling made Bai Qingluo a little obsessed with it. He seemed to like the way she bared her fangs and claws, her eyes spitting fire, like a cat.

Mo Xiaoran ate and didn't speak anymore, she just drank her tea quietly. Xiaozhu stood behind her, her eyes kept moving back and forth between the two of them. Why did she feel that when the young lady stayed with this man, Does it look like a tacit understanding?

One is as calm as a mountain, and the other is as friendly as water. Even if they don't say a word, the atmosphere between them cannot allow others to intervene.

The mist rising from the teacup blurred Bai Qingluo's face, as if covering him with a layer of moonlight.

Outside the window, fireworks suddenly flew up into the sky, bursting with brilliant colors. The colorful colors were projected on Mo Xiaoran's face, and his bright eyes seemed to become more attractive at this moment.

Bai Qingluo raised his head and drank the warm tea in the cup, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

"It's so beautiful." The unpolluted endless night sky and the bright fireworks are like a meteor shower all over the sky. On the streets, the people can't help cheering and jumping for joy, as if they are watching a grand and beautiful scene.

Seeing her fascination, Bai Qingluo unconsciously said: "The emperor specially prepared these fireworks for the imperial concubine."

"..." The atmosphere suddenly fell into the frosty twelfth lunar month, and Mo Xiaoran's mood plummeted at the moment.

"So sad?" Bai Qingluo asked inexplicably, there was a dark tide surging in the eyes of the abyss like a cold pool.

Mo Xiaoran raised her eyebrows, wrapped her hands around her shoulders, and said arrogantly: "Which eye is it that sees me sad?"

"Eyes." He chuckled.

"That's because you're blind." Mo Xiaoran retorted angrily, whether Bai Zixu and Liao Xuelang are in love with each other, or they are deeply in love, what does it have to do with her?Why should she be sad?

What's more, she was just depressed, thinking that she couldn't even eat in the prime minister's mansion, but they were lucky, and they even set off fireworks. Can she not be jealous?
"Glamorous, hum." A cold snort escaped from her red lips, how could she still be in the mood to appreciate the fireworks?

Xiao Er brought up the dishes, and smelling the aroma, Mo Xiaoran felt hungry. She touched her stomach, took out two pairs of chopsticks from the barrel, and handed them to Xiao Zhu behind her: "Sit down." ,Have a meal."

Xiaozhu looked at Bai Qingluo, a little hesitant, after all, in the eyes of outsiders, there was never a reason for a master and a servant to sit at the same table.

"See what he's doing? Sit down, aren't you hungry?" Mo Xiaoran ignored Bai Qingluo, and when the rice was served, she took two bites immediately. nothing.

After all, Xiaozhu still couldn't resist Mo Xiaoran's stubbornness, so she sat down at the side, eating quietly, with only one pair of eyes, always wandering between the two of them.

Bai Qingluo rested his chin in one hand and held on to the teacup in the other, watching Mo Xiaoran gulp down the rice with great interest.

He had never seen a woman eat so recklessly!
No image, no manners, just to fill his stomach, but it was this real and unaffected appearance that made his eyes squint into two crescent moons happily.

There was no words during the dinner, only the sound of Mo Xiaoran fiddling with the bowls and chopsticks kept ringing, her cheeks were bulging after eating, she looked very cute, like a hamster.

"Ah... so full." Throwing away the chopsticks, Mo Xiaoran touched her stomach and leaned against the window, sighed comfortably, and closed her eyes, as if she was still reminiscing about the feeling of being full. Something was floating, as light as a goose feather, but itchy. She opened her eyes quickly, and Bai Qingluo leaned over the wooden table and approached her. lips.

His monstrous face was infinitely magnified in the field of vision.

Those soul-stirring deep eyes are like a cold pool, like an abyss, like the sky outside the window.

Dark and transparent.

At this time, there is only one person reflected in it.

Only her dumbfounded and stunned figure.

Quiet, the lobby of Yanyu Building was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Breathing intertwined in the air, no one moved rashly, others subconsciously held their breath, as if afraid of disturbing the pink atmosphere.

"You..." Mo Xiaoran couldn't help but feel that under his deep gaze, her throat felt dry for a while, as if her soul had been sucked away, her mind was in chaos, she couldn't think of anything, she could only stare at him blankly , I can't move my eyes away.

Bai Qingluo narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved his index finger to Mo Xiaoran: "Rice grains."

The deep voice became hoarse at some point, ambiguous.

Mo Xiaoran breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak, but her eyes widened in astonishment.

I saw Bai Qingluo moved her index finger to her lips as if no one was there, stretched out her pink and tender dragon tongue, and gently twisted it around her fingertips. She seemed to be able to clearly see the strands of silver.

Suddenly, her cheeks were as hot as a volcano erupting, and her fair face was quickly smeared with two pink blushes, which seemed to be flattering and embarrassing.

"you!"

"It tastes good." It was still the iceberg face that was so angry that people would not pay for their lives, but the words that he vomited out were enough to make people think about it.

tasty?

tasty! ?
"boom!"

Her mind was like thunder on the ground, and her rationality was wiped out in an instant. Mo Xiaoran gritted her teeth, grabbed Bai Qingluo's lapel, and pulled him roughly in front of her. With the other hand, she quickly struck out and punched him. This damn face.

This nasty guy!
The fist was wrapped in the warm palm in mid-air, and he let Mo Xiaoran pull the skirt of his clothes, the frost on the brows faded away, leaving only patches of softness, "Fight, you can't."

"Get out—" Mo Xiaoran pushed the person away angrily, twisted her wrist, broke free from his palm, lifted the table with both hands, and turned towards Bai Qingluo, kicking her feet on the ground like a gust of wind , disappeared from the spot, the black clothes formula drew a fierce arc in the air, and the ink hair was flying. At this moment, there seemed to be thousands of styles.

Xiaozhu stared dumbfounded at the series of events in the blink of an eye, Miss was molested?Then the two of them fight?

sky!Is it because the world is changing too fast, or is her brain not enough?

"If you have the guts, don't use your internal strength, and challenge me one-on-one!" Mo Xiaoran's food was scattered all over the floor, and oil stains were scattered everywhere. She was full of violence, her eyes were wide open, and there were two clusters of flames in her bright eyes. It was burning, as if it was going to burn his whole body to death.

Without internal energy?Bai Qingluo shook his head with a half-smile, and silently refused.

With her weird skills, if she doesn't use her internal strength and only relies on her boxing skills, the two of them should be on par.

His martial arts are sure to kill with one move, how could he have the heart to hurt her?

(End of this chapter)