The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

After Hesha finished changing her shoes, she complained, "They are still in class: they are in class."

Yaozi pouted, she doesn't know her daughter's character: she is serious in class, it's fine if she doesn't sleep."

"Mom, you don't believe me.

"Do not believe."

He quickly got the answer, and Hesha snorted: "I won't tell you."

At this time, she smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and couldn't help coming to the kitchen.

"Hey, mom, you can still cook porridge"

Seeing her daughter's surprised expression, Yaozi couldn't help but roll his eyes even though he knew how good his craft was.

What, look down on your mother.

"It wasn't me. I asked Qianliu to come over last night to help carry things. Because it was too late, I let him sleep here for one night. I didn't expect him to cook porridge before leaving in the morning."

Yaozi looked as usual.

Hesha murmured: "Qianliu was here last night, why didn't you get along: Shi Yu explained it clearly."

Last night, after hearing the voice of a woman beside Qianliu, Xia Zhiqiu reprimanded him at home, and even pulled the girls to conspire to drain him.

Thinking of the outrageous place, Hesha's face turned slightly red.

Shaking her head to dispel the unhealthy thoughts, she raised her voice slightly: "It's better if it wasn't made by my mother, then I have to try it. I got up too early this morning and I didn't eat breakfast just because I was hungry."

"I really can't help you."

With a sigh, Yoko said deliberately, "Go take a bath after eating, and mom will take you to Chiba to play later."

"OK, all right."

First, after drinking porridge with red dates, longan, and a little sliced ​​meat, Hesha took out a change of clothes from his room and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I came in, I smelled a strange smell, and it was the strongest when I changed clothes.

"So familiar smell."

Hesha frowned and thought, obviously familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Until she followed the scent and focused her gaze on the laundry basket sheets.

No way... The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and the girl slowly opened the sheets without knowing her feelings.

A minute later, Hesha's face turned pale and red.

Holding the last hope, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Qianliu's number.

Dududu..."Hesha, what's the matter?"

"I want to ask, did you spend the night with mom last night?"

Dong Ma was in a complicated mood and was afraid to hear the answer he imagined.

But if not, she is very contradictory, because she also doesn't want to have a relationship with other men.

Wen Yan Qianliu was silent for a moment, and then asked in a unchanged tone: "Well, what's the matter?"

"No...it's fine, I'll hang up first."

Hanging up the phone, Hesha fell into a dazed state of emptying her mind.

Qianliu's reaction was different, recalling Yaozi's words, he dialed her number.

After a moment of connection, before he could speak, Yaozi first asked, "Hesha called you"

"You told us about our relationship"

Qianliu is not stupid, she asked this question, something must have happened.

And recently, there is only one thing that is more sensitive.

"No, I just handed the chance to find out the truth to Wassa."

Yoko was still in the mood to laugh.

"You are not afraid of accidents"

"Don't worry, my daughter, I know her better than anyone else, leave the rest to me, you don't have to ask, bye."

Chapter [-] The tacit understanding of mother and daughter

Qianliu was stunned, no need to ask what he meant, what if you lost your mind, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and thought carefully that he still didn't call back.

Since Yaozi has that confidence, let her do it.

Even if it messes up, Qianliu has the confidence to get Wasa back.

There is no way, as a scumbag who has attacked countless girls, this kind of operation has been conceived in my mind countless times, and I have simulated every method.

Zhengchou can't find the opportunity to use it, maybe he can try it out.

So, Qianliu really no longer cares about it.

Dongma Mansion put down the phone in his hand, and Hesa ​​looked at the sheets in his hands with a complicated look that he didn't know how to describe.