Ying Shao is a Girl

Yi Mo turned his head expressionlessly.

After taking a few steps forward, he made sure that Sandra couldn't hear him.

He then said: Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sandra, this bad old man, is very lucky. All seven wives are as beautiful as flowers.

Yi Mo couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Da da da---

There was a sound of brisk footsteps.

Someone was chasing them from behind.

Yi Mo looked back.

It's the little slave.

He couldn't speak and could only keep running to catch up with Yimo and the others.

Yimo glanced at the little slave and then at Ying Junchu.

Boss, I'm looking for you. As expected of him, he is the boss of all men, women and children.

I admire the real-name system.

Hearing this, Ying Junchu stopped and looked back at him.

Seeing Ying Junchu turning around, the little slave's eyes lit up and he trotted up to her.

The small palms were clenched into fists, as if they were holding something.

He spread out his palm, and in his white palm lay something like a sachet.

It should be a small sachet.

The little slave held the small sachet in front of Ying Junchu and looked at her with watery light brown eyes.

What he expressed through his movements and eyes was that he wanted to give the small sachet in his hand to Ying Junchu.

Ying Junchu took the sachet from his hand, with no expression on his face.

There is no wave in the deep and narrow eyes.

The little mute smiled brightly at her again, then turned around and ran back in small steps.

The little mute didn't know that he had been bought by Yimo. To be precise, his ownership right now lies with Ying Junchu.

He thought this was the first and last time he would see Ying Junchu, and he was very grateful to her.

No one ever showed kindness to slaves.

Neither locals nor outsiders have any kindness toward slaves.

This little sachet is the only thing that belongs entirely to the little slave.

It's also what he thinks is best.

So he gave this thing to Ying Junchu to show his gratitude and blessing to Ying Junchu.

The little slave escaped secretly and would be in trouble if someone discovered him, so he had to run back.

Ying Junchu gently twisted the small sachet with his hand. The sachet emitted a faint fragrance, which was exactly the same as the fragrance on the little slave.

Her eyelids were drooped, her brows filled with indifference, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

Yimo, a curious baby, was very curious about what the little slave gave Ying Junchu.

As soon as the little slave left, he quickly came over.

Boss, what did that kid give you?

Yi Mo glanced at it. Because the object was too small, he couldn't see what it was.

Nothing to do with you.

Ying Junchu put the small sachet into his pocket, turned and left.

...

Yi Mo is not discouraged.

He approached Sack again and asked with a gossipy face: What did that kid give to the boss? Did you see it?

Sac rolled his eyes at him.

It has nothing to do with you. I won't tell you if I see it.

Then he followed behind Ying Junchu.

……Hey! Why are both of them bullying me?

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Facts have proved that Ling Yiche's intuition was right.

Ye Wangchuan really only came to him when Ying Junchu was away.

When Ying Jun first arrived, Ye Wangchuan could not be seen.

This made him have to be vigilant.

Xiao Che, do you remember what I told you before?

What's going on? Classmate Ye Wangchuan. Ling Yiche pretended to be stupid for the time being.

Ye Wangchuan gave him a strange feeling.

I can't tell exactly what's wrong.

You forgot... Ye Wangchuan looked frustrated.

... Ling Yiche didn't answer him.

It's okay, Xiao Che, let me say it again. A bright and bright smile bloomed on his handsome face, his eyes reflected the warm sunshine, and his expression was sincere.

Yes. Ling Yiche agreed.

But please, Xiao Che, please go to a place with me. Are you free now?