Marriage is not easy [Transmigration Book]

Their current atmosphere is a little delicate.

Neither Xiao Jin nor Wen Yelan spoke. Qu Mo looked around at them and tilted his head in confusion.

Xiao Jin coughed lightly, walked in front of Wen Yelan, and suddenly approached them slowly. Wen Yelan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't raise his eyes to look at Xiao Jin.Xiao Jin seemed to do it on purpose, and his movements were so slow that it made people feel itchy.

Xiao Jin stretched out his hands, whether it was intentional or unintentional, his warm fingers lightly touched Wen Yelan's somewhat cold fingers, and Wen Yelan shrank his hands holding Qu Mo inward.Xiao Jin moved closer to them, and the fragrance of peony on Wen Yelan's body filled his nose.

Noticing that Wen Yelan's ears were getting redder and hotter, and the smirk on the corners of Xiao Jin's mouth widened, he hugged Qu Mo from Wen Yelan's hand, brushed his fingers lightly over the back of Wen Yelan's hand as if there was nothing, and let out a burst of smirk. Low magnetic laughter.

"Mo Mo, so you are here."

Xiao Jin nodded to Wen Yelan, then slowly walked towards the door with Qu Mo in his arms.

Wen Yelan looked at their backs and pursed her lips.

When Xiao Jinkuo was about to step over the threshold, Qu Mo suddenly leaned on Xiao Jin's shoulder, waved his hands to Wen Yelan and shouted loudly: "Mother, you promised to sleep with Daddy and Mo Mo tonight. "

Wen Yelan subconsciously looked up at Xiao Jin, and Xiao Jin also looked down at him, and the two just looked at each other in silence.

Qu Mo looked back and forth at them, buried his head in Xiao Jin's arms, covered his mouth with his fat little hand, and laughed.

Wen Yelan looked helplessly at Qu Mo's shrugging body, and laughed slightly, and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"I'll be there."

After Wen Yelan finished speaking, she grabbed the book on the table and pretended to read it seriously.

Xiao Jin and Qu Mo squinted their eyes at each other, and the corners of their mouths curled up at the same time.

Xiao Jin didn't say what it was, walked out of the study and closed the door, and walked along the long corridor for a long time before he put Qu Mo in his arms.

Holding his fleshy apple face, Qu Mo happily reported to Xiao Jin, "Daddy, Mo Mo completed the task perfectly."

Xiao Jin squatted down, put his hands on the top of his head, rubbed it gently, and praised: "Very good, let Sister Qing bring you pastries tomorrow."

Qu Mo twisted his butt in embarrassment, threw himself on Xiao Jin, and hugged Xiao Jin's neck tightly.

"Daddy, Mo Mo doesn't eat cakes, Mo Mo wants to find his brother."

Qu Mo's voice was a little low. Although he didn't understand many things, but when he and Qu You were separated abruptly, Qu Mo resisted and was slapped and fell to the ground. The big man who beat him wanted to lift his foot After kicking him, Qu You broke free from the woman's hand holding him, and jumped on Qu Mo's body, instead of Qu Mo, he was kicked severely by the big man.

When Qu Mo saw Qu You for the last time, it was the scene of Qu You clutching his stomach and being carried into the bullock cart with a hideous face.

Qu Mo could only stand there blankly, tears streaming down his face.

Xiao Jin more or less knew about Qu Mo, and knew that Qu You's situation was not too good.But now they are still unable to leave for Luoyang. If Liu Quanyong's matter cannot be completely resolved, and they leave the capital, Ling Que, Xiao Wu and everyone in the troupe may encounter disasters.

Wen Yelan probably had these in mind, so he didn't bring up the matter of looking for Qu You again. He was afraid that Qu Mo would be sad, so he stayed up all night thinking about the countermeasures.

But what he probably didn't expect was that he didn't mention the matter of looking for Qu You, and the sensitive Qu Mo started guessing wildly in his heart.

Xiao Jin shook his head and sighed inwardly.

The small ones make people worry, and the big ones don't worry.

If Wen Yelan really planned to put everything on him, sooner or later, his body would break down first.Xiao Jin actually didn't know where the anger in his heart came from, as long as he thought of Wen Yelan's busy figure lighting the lamp in the study alone, and his intentional rejection of others, Xiao Jin was a little upset.

Sure enough, during the entanglement that night, something changed between them.

Xiao Jin coaxed Qu Mo to sleep, and sat by the bed, watching the moonlight pouring into the room through the wide-open window, Xiao Jin bent one knee, propped his chin with one hand, and thought carefully about what happened during this period of time. of all things.

Xiao Wu has woken up, but his condition is not very good.If he goes on like this, I'm afraid the worst result will happen.In this case, Ling Que will probably be affected as well, and Liu Quanyong will not just let them go like that. Liu Quanyong and the others have not made any moves these two days, are they ambush for something?

Xiao Jin carefully recalled the plot in Xiao Cishu in his mind. According to the calculation of the time when Song Moqian went south, the story has just begun.Song Moqian is probably in a bad situation at this time, he probably hasn't found Luan Tian yet, it's not that he doesn't want to look for it, but that he can't find it for the time being, he is trapped by some things.On Song Mochen's side, he and Luo Changjun carried out their plan to get Empress Li to agree to him marrying Shao Fu's daughter.On Wen Yelan's side, Xiao Jin still had no clue.On the other hand, Ling Que seems to be getting closer and closer to the day when he enters the palace. Xiao Jin has seen Ling Que several times from a distance. Although he and Ling Que don't know each other, Xiao Jin still has a good eye for seeing people.Ling Que is not a person who loves vanity, and may even have a somewhat stable and secluded personality.

Therefore, Ling Que shouldn't take the initiative to choose to perform in the palace, unless something happened... and now it can affect Ling Que...Xiao Wu?

When Xiao Jin was still thinking about the twists and turns, there was a very slight knock on the door in the silent room, which was easily ignored by people.

Xiao Jin was interrupted, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he calmly stared at Wen Yelan who walked in with great interest.

When Wen Yelan came in, he saw Xiao Jin sitting by the bed, and frowned slightly.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Jin already guessed the general thoughts in his heart.Do you think you can avoid yourself by staying in the study for a longer time and going back to your room to rest?Did First Young Master Wen pay too little attention to him?

Xiao Jin tucked the quilt for Qu Mo, took off a cloak from the shelf next to him and put it on his body, walked very lightly to the square table, picked up the teapot on the table, and filled two empty teacups Two cups of hot tea.Xiao Jin took a cup by himself, put it to his lips and took a sip, while staring intently at Wen Yelan.

"Young master, don't you want to drink?"

Wen Yelan glanced at the teacup on the table, feeling a little embarrassed.He clearly decided to reduce his contact with Xiao Jin during this time, but before a day passed, things seemed to be a little off track.Wen Yelan remembered the chaos of that night again in Wen Yelan's mind, and his ears became red hot again.

Xiao Jin looked at Wen Yelan's still pretending to be calm, and the indifference on his face almost failed him.

"Master, we need to talk about something." Xiao Jin walked to the other side of the Sifang table and sat down, poured himself another cup of tea, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Yelan.

Wen Yelan pursed her lips, walked slowly to sit opposite him, and reached out to take the tea that Xiao Jin poured for him just now.

"I think we need to talk about Qu Mo." Xiao Jin looked sideways at Qu Mo who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Wen Yelan raised her eyebrows, not quite understanding what Xiao Jin wanted to say.

"Qu Mo, he..."

Xiao Jin's voice in the room was low and steady, as if he was telling romantic stories to the beautiful moonlight.

The shadow outside the window gradually deepened, and the sleeping child turned over on the bed.

After Liu Dayong confirmed that Liu Quanyong had left the mansion, he avoided people and came to Fang Yunrui's yard.Fang Yunrui has always been deeply loved by Liu Quanyong, and Fang Yunrui is also a man himself, and he has always been very careful when to act like a baby and when to be willful.With so many male favorites in Liu Quanyong's mansion, Fang Yunrui's status can be said to be at the forefront.

Liu Quanyong was coaxed happily by Fang Yunrui. Fang Yunrui didn't like too many servants and guards in his yard, so Liu Quanyong withdrew them, leaving only a few maids who served Fang Yunrui personally by his side.So today when Liu Dayong came to Fang Yunrui's yard, not many people knew about it.

Fang Yunrui was lying on the couch under the grape trellis in the yard. Liu Quanyong came to his house last night and pressed him hard without saying a word. Although Fang Yunrui was born as a prostitute, he was used to this The matter of the bed, but Liu Quanyong's rude behavior still caused Fang Yunrui to suffer some injuries.Liu Quanyong begged him several times, Fang Yunrui endured the shock and pain in his buttocks, and pretended to yell most of the night.Satisfied, Liu Quanyong finally pulled his hair and threw him to the ground, regardless of what happened to the naked Fang Yunrui, he lay on the bed and slept until dawn.

Fang Yunrui looked at the mottled light and shadow coming from the grape shelf, and the corner of his right eye jumped up again.He thought of Liu Quanyong who had a gloomy face last night, and he felt a little uneasy.

Liu Quanyong seldom treats him like that. Could it be that he already knew that he saved Ling Que?

Fang Yunrui smiled coldly, if he knew it, he knew it. He raised his hand, and the sleeve fell down, revealing his white arm that seemed to be able to see the blood vessels.

At the age of ten, he was sold to the men's fashion hall, and at the age of 13, he was listed. The first guest he received was a gray-haired man who was several times his age.Now that he is 19 years old, he has received too many men with all kinds of hobbies in the past six years, and he is unable to remember what he has suffered.

Living, in fact, is really too tiring.

Fang Yunrui watched the sunlight pass through the gap between his five fingers, and Ling Que's indifferent face flashed before his eyes for a moment.He suddenly laughed, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

Now, it would be nice if you showed up earlier.

"Fang Yunrui...Fang Yunrui..." What are you expecting?

Liu Dayong stood in the corner behind Fang Yunrui, quietly watching Fang Yunrui who suddenly burst out laughing.