Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

It suddenly occurred to him that there was another person in the village who needed to be punished by him. He didn't know what kind of toad it was, but it dared to miss his little aunt who looked like a fairy!

Dark Guard: "!!"

The young master has started thinking about An Que again?

However, that dog should be cut well, otherwise, it is uncertain when he will come up with another idea and hit the princess.

"Young master, the toad is not here now. When he comes back, will the subordinates notify you?"

"Not here?"

Qian Yinuo raised her hand, touched her smooth chin, and bit her lower lip.

"I heard that their family is not a good one, so I still want to go and have a look." He decided to start with Toad's family first, and let them know that the little aunt is his protector!

"Then... okay."

The dark guard saw that he couldn't move the young master, so he could only take him with him.

Anyway, his task is to protect the young master's safety, as for what the young master is going to do, it is beyond the scope of his concern.

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At this moment, An Que was on a carriage.

It took him a tael of silver to catch a ride home, but the carriage didn't go directly to Anjia Village, but to another village near Anjia Village.

It was also his luck that he met the family of Hua's mother who was rushing home to see a serious illness, otherwise, he would have to walk home on two legs.

But a tael of silver, when there were fields and land and grain harvests, he felt distressed when he spent them, and felt that the money should be used in the most important places.

It's even worse now, spending a tael of silver is like cutting his flesh.

However, at this moment, his heart is not so distressed, thinking that one day he will successfully marry Qian Yiyun, the princess, into the family, and he can take as much money as he wants.

A war king and an Anyang king are all his relatives. How much money he wants is a matter of opening his mouth.

Thinking of this, he felt less distressed about losing those fields, and everything will come back in the future.

Looking up, he looked at the family in the carriage. The extremely ugly girl who seemed to weigh more than two hundred catties was looking at him with disgusting eyes.

Because he was sitting in someone else's carriage, he didn't want to show others' face, so he shrank his neck and leaned to the side.

"Mr. An, why are you going home so late?" The middle-aged man in the carriage asked An Que, breaking the dull atmosphere in the carriage.

"Cough cough."

When asked suddenly, An Que choked.

Can he say that he chased all the way to the county just to chase someone? Obviously this cannot be said.

"Mr. An is sick? Did you catch a cold? Judging by your complexion, it's also a little pale." The fat girl heard An Que's cough, moved closer to him, and asked shyly.

An Que: "..."

He didn't catch a cold. Also, men and women can't tell each other, don't you know? Why are you so close to him?

"No, it's nothing, it's just that someone in my family is sick, and I'm in a hurry to go home and get money to treat my relatives." He casually found a reason.

"I have to thank you for giving me a ride. Otherwise, I would have to walk all the way back. I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the county until tomorrow morning."

He sat down again, ignored the fat girl's words, but looked at the middle-aged man and thanked him.