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After stopping the car, Li tingjue turned his head and stretched out his hand and rubbed her head.

"Here we are, our home."

Mo Qingyan raised his wrinkled little face and looked at him.

When Li tingjue saw something wrong with her, he quickly said, "what's wrong with you?"

The big palm stroked her small face, and her eyebrows were full of worry.

Mo Qingyan shook his head. What was the picture that just flashed by? Now she tried to remember, but she seemed to forget.

"I had a headache just now. I'm much better now."

Her eyebrows spread out gently, and she didn't know what was going on?

Li tingjue was still worried and said to her, "let the doctor show you."

"No, it's not bad now."

Then she stepped out of the car, walked to her side, stretched out her hand and led her out of the car.

Seeing the castle not far away and the people in servant clothes at the door, the whole person was not well.

"Absolutely, is this your home?"

He led her to the castle. Mo Qingyan couldn't calm down more and more.

"So you really have a palace? It's incredible."

Before, she thought he was just coaxing Angela. Now she saw it with her own eyes. Shocked, how much wealth does this man have around him? He never showed it.

Li tingjue saw that she was so excited and liked it. Everything was worth it.

"Well, this is our home. We will live here with our children in the future."

It's beautiful to think about such a beautiful picture.

Mo Qingyan thought of Angela, and the girl's eyes stared out.

The servants saw their master coming back and bowed 90 degrees.

"Welcome home, sir!"

Mo Qingyan looked at the smile on their faces. She really felt like going home. Turning his head to look at him, his side face is deep and three-dimensional, like a cold sculpture.

"Li tingjue, how many secrets have you hidden? However, I like it very much."

Her words were just finished. Li tingzi picked her up and walked in step by step.

The servants behind him were slightly surprised. This was the first time he brought a woman back, and he also carried her into the door, indicating that she was the hostess here.

The housekeeper walked in front of the servant and entered the castle. He respectfully told Li tingjue.

"The bath water is ready, sir."

This is his habit. The first thing he does when he comes home is to take a bath.

Li tingjue swept the housekeeper with Mo Qingyan in his arms. "Remember, she is Miss Yan and will be the hostess here in the future."

"Yes, sir."

The housekeeper is a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a black suit, which is very strict at first sight.

Mo Qingyan turned his head and said hello to him with a smile, "Hello, housekeeper!"

The housekeeper was slightly surprised, "Hello, Miss Yan!"

Li Ting Jue smiled, "you all go down. There's no need for people here."

All the servants retired except the night watchman. Mo Qingyan looked at the decoration inside, not the royal style in her consciousness. It's the pastoral style she likes, the bouquet that can be seen everywhere.

Broken flower tablecloth, white gauze curtain. Oil painting, but also that kind of particularly immature oil painting, just like children's painting.

Li tingjue saw that she was looking at those paintings. Her eyes were a little deep. Those were someone's handwriting, but she didn't draw now.

Up to the third floor, into their bedroom, Li tingjue kicked the door with long legs, and then put her against the door. Big hands tore open her clothes and kissed her lips.

Mo Qingyan was a little unprepared. He only felt that his chest was cold and his small mouth was sealed.