Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Since you are recommended by your sister, the character is definitely no problem, you will live in peace with me. When my brother returns, he will definitely find a way to help you."

This is also like a sentence. However, I think that I will live with a beautiful woman in the future, and Ye Shaoyang’s heart will inevitably produce a hint of embarrassment.

Mu Qingyu’s cell phone rang, and when she picked it up, Ye Shaoyang noticed a complicated emotion in her eyes, hesitated and answered the phone.

"There will be someone coming over." Putting down the phone, Mu Qingyu said to Ye Shaoyang, his brow wrinkled slightly. "I am... boyfriend. Others are a bit strange. If you offend you, please look at my face and don't care."

"Where is it." Ye Shaoyang casually perfunctory, his heart is very curious, who said so his boyfriend?

After a while, the door knocked in the yard. Mu Qingyu went to open the door, then led a young man into the door and walked far away.

Ye Shaoyang looked at the past, the young man's skin is very dark, the Miao people dress up, look like in the early 20s, the figure is short, the image is very ordinary, that is, there is no bright spot, the eyes are a bit deep, even a little cloudy.

It is a person with a heart. Ye Shaoyang thought. This evaluation is definitely not a derogatory.

"How good a cabbage, let the pig arched..." Ye Shaoyang said with angrid. Such an ordinary person walks with Mu Qingyu, does not match at all, thinks extremely, even a kind of embarrassment to her.

It is not the beauty of the long rain, but the temperament of the ancient style, very unique.

"Should you let this pig come to the arch?" Guagua said.

"roll!"

Guagua was sitting on the sofa and looking at the two people coming across, whispered:

"But it is true, Qing Yu sister, why can you see this kind of silk? It is really strange, boss, he is still not handsome, if you have to choose one from two people, I would rather choose you."

Ye Shaoyang has a black line and swears in the past. "I am in your eyes, can you only compare with such a product?"

The two entered the house.

The boy’s eyes immediately locked Ye Shaoyang, with a stiff smile on his face, but his eyes were a bit unfriendly.

"This is Ye Shaoyang, my brother's friend, I have come to visit my brother, this is my boyfriend, you call him a treasure card, this is his Han name."

The two shook hands. Ye Shaoyang feels that his hand is very soft, especially the palm of his hand. It is softer than the average woman. It is also a wizard.

"Welcome to the 18th Village."

The three of them sat down, and the tea was clear and rainy, and the interest was not high.

Baoka talked with Ye Shaoyang and asked him about his origins.

Ye Shaoyang saw Mu Qingyu look at himself, his heart will know, and he will make an identity and deal with the past.

Baoka saw that his conversation was not very high-spirited, and he did not ask too much. He talked for a while and got up and said goodbye.

Mu Qingyu sent him out.

"How can you let him live in your home..." The sound of the treasure card floated from the yard.

The sound is very small, but Ye Shaoyang hears more than the average person, and the sound is clear.

"He is a friend of my brother. I am coming in a thousand miles. I can't be rude." Mu Qingyu's voice was a bit cold.

Baokadao: "You can let him live in a hotel in the town, better than your home."

"When we Miao Village, when did the rules for the guests to live outside? Do you let me be poked?"

"This is different, he is a Han..."

"What happened to the Han people, I am also a Han Chinese."

Baoka snorted. "Because of this, I don't worry that you are with the Han people. Don't forget, what is your identity..."

"Okay, let's go, I don't want to take care of you."

Mu Qingyu closed the door and stood at the door for a while, and returned to the hall, and Yang Shaoyang smiled palely.

"Sister, is your boyfriend not welcoming us?" Guagua asked as a child, and it did not appear abrupt.

"Don't worry about him, I welcome it."

Mu Qingyu smiled and said to Ye Shaoyang, "If you go out, be as careful as possible. He is the son of the patriarch."

Ye Shaoyang glanced, "I don't understand, I didn't mess with him."

"His mother, who ran away with a Han Chinese, was a bit hostile to the Han Chinese."

Ye Shaoyang shrugged. "You are not all Miao people in your town?"

"The Han people certainly have it, but they don't have anything to do with him. He won't mess with it. You are different..."

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head and wondered if he had anything to do with him. He had a good idea. Is he afraid that he would abduct his girlfriend like a Chinese man who abducted his mother?

Although it is a bit ridiculous, but I do not know why, Ye Shaoyang determined that these eight achievements are the truth, the key is that he is so handsome, he saw himself, self-defeating, is also taken for granted.

"There are a lot of rooms in my house, but they are all unoccupied. Recently, it is always raining, it is not easy to clean up. You still live in my brother's room, ready-made."

Mu Qingyu led him into a bedroom. At first glance, it was the boy's room. There were several star posters on the wall. The most middle one was the one. It was a basketball player with both hands up and the momentum of Wei Ling.

Below are four words of flame: the son of the day.

"James, my brother's most admired star, do you watch basketball?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head, but he didn't have time to watch any basketball. However, he seemed to have heard the name. He thought that this star was also a must. Even the high priest of Miao Village was his fan.

Ye Shaoyang lived here. Later, she knew that Mu Qingyu had opened a flower shop in the town, but because it was always raining recently, no one bought flowers and simply closed the door.

Ye Shaoyang wanted to go out for a walk, but because of the rain, there is no way.

At noon, Mu Qingyu went to the supermarket to buy food back. Ye Shaoyang was also bored and helped him cook together.

"You actually cook, and it's so delicious, I didn't expect it."

Mu Qingyu tasted a sweet and sour pork ribs made by Ye Shaoyang, which was greatly praised. "The boys who cook now, it seems that there are not many."

"I don't like cooking at all," Ye Shaoyang shrugged. "No way, my master is lazy than me. After I went up the mountain, I always cook, and I will slowly."

Thinking of that experience, Ye Shaoyang felt funny and helpless: don't look at the wind so cool, it is also a lazy person, just like Qingyunzi. After going up the mountain, he was responsible for cooking and was also unpalatable at the beginning. The mentoring and the trio have endured.

Later, the road was really unbearable. I went down the mountain and bought a lot of books on cooking, forcing myself to learn. It was more serious than supervising his practice. Since then, the cooking has advanced by leaps and bounds, even surpassing the speed of monastic training.

The dishes made by Mu Qingyu are light and delicious, and they have the taste of Jiangnan. According to her, these are all taught by the mother.