The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The man cleaned up the corpse and left, Wei Qiuyan supported the wall and walked to the bed and sat down.

Mu'er pushed open the door, she pinched her nose and sprinkled perfume powder in the room.

"The place where the uncles live really doesn't smell good. It's not because you're sick but not your hands. You don't know if you open the window for ventilation."

Wei Qiuyan didn't say a word, Mu'er walked to the window, saw the faint blood on the ground, and coughed twice.

This man is really sick and not honest.

"Achi will come to see me later. Do you think I should wear this green beaded flower or the red beaded flower?"

Wei Qiuyan glanced at her, "Do women like this kind of trinket?"

Mu'er was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Don't hit Xia Ling to pay attention, she is not ordinary women, if people don't like you, it's useless for you to give anything."

She and Wei Qiuyan have also cooperated for a long time, and he has never seen him interested in objects other than the mission, but Xia Ling is an exception.

Wei Qiuyan's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly hammered the bedside, "Mu'er, I'm not bad compared to Ming Che. Besides, I have a baby kiss with her, why doesn't she want to come with me?"

Young people are always high-spirited and arrogant. At first, Wei Qiuyan didn't pay much attention to Ling Qingxuan.

Mu'er touched her chin and replied seriously, "Because you are not Mingche."

For Wei Qiuyan, this answer is the same as saying it.

He said solemnly: "No matter what, I will take her away from Mingche."

Mu'er covered her mouth and said, "Yo, you're going to grab a kiss."

"You should wake up after drinking the medicine, I'm going to see Ah Chi~"

Mu'er threw a few pills into his hand and closed the door.

In the other room, Ah Chi was just waiting in it, and when he saw Mu'er coming in, the expression on Ah Chi's face became honest and honest. When he faced Mu'er, he was always a little embarrassed.

"My Ah Chi, are you happy or unhappy seeing me~" Mu'er stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, grabbed his neck and rubbed it.

A Chi blushed and nodded, "Of course I'm happy."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent. Mu'er felt something was wrong and asked, "What's the matter, have something to say to me?"

"Um."

But he didn't speak for a long time, Mu'er squinted and grabbed his ear, "Jijiwaiwai is like a bitch, if you don't say anything, get out. I hate others' appetites the most..."

A hand-made small wooden box appeared in A Chi's hand. The word Mu'er was also engraved on the small wooden box. A Chi stretched out his hands and lowered his head, "Mu'er, it's for you."

Mu'er looked at it for two seconds, took it and opened it, there was a small and delicate wood-carved ring inside.

"Aren't foreign rings very popular recently? I'm pretty good at carpentry, so I just wanted to get one for you. You can put it on and see if it fits."

Mu'er bit her lip slightly, showing disgust in her eyes, "The ring is inlaid with gold and silver, yours won't be worth much in the future, but, do you know what it means to give the girl's ring?"

A Chi scratched his head, "Isn't it a gadget from the girl's house, it's fun to wear, you... if you don't want it, give it back to me."

Mu'er patted his outstretched hand, "Give it back to you, who do you want to keep it for? It's your little thought, so I'll keep it."

She took out the ring and put it directly on her little finger.

Achi smiled, the two chatted for a while, and discussed the recent situation. When Achi left, Mu'er took off the ring and put it on her ring finger again.

She looked around carefully, and exhaled, "What an idiot."

...

After Ming Che took a nap and rested, the person in his arms moved, he hurriedly let go, and fell asleep on the inside.

Ling Qingxuan yawned and got up to clean up, and then Ming Che slowly sat up.

The door was knocked, and a maid said, "Master, are you awake? The old lady is looking for you."

The man was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Wake up."

The door opened, and Ming Che rubbed his nose.

Still can't smell it.

He was lifted up, but with a stick at hand, the other party clearly wanted to keep his distance from him.

Ling Qingxuan stood on the other side of the stick and pulled him outside. The old lady smiled brightly, chatted with Ming Che from all over the world for a while, and then began to discuss marriage matters.

Before Mingche didn't care about this at all, so he directly said that the old lady would do it, but now, he listened carefully, proposed a lot of revisions, and let the best things come out from the shop of his own industry. .

The little maid whispered around Ling Qingxuan: "Young master didn't care very much before, why is he so serious now."

"That must be more and more liking Xia Ling. You didn't see it. When Xia Ling came back, even if the young master couldn't see it, the expression on that face was much softer."

"Xia Ling, Xia Ling, just tell me, how did you capture the young master~"

Ling Qingxuan was drinking tea leisurely, and she really felt that no matter what age a little girl was, she would always gossip like this.

"personal charisma."

"Huh~" This is the same as not saying it.

When the old lady was talking to her grandson, she saw a slight curvature on his lips.

This is……

The old lady glanced towards Ling Qingxuan and smiled knowingly, "That's it, Achi isn't here, I'll send a maid to take care of you, that maid doesn't like to talk, you can just give me an order."

In the past, Mingche's reaction was to refuse, but this time he nodded and said, "Okay."

Ling Qingxuan became his maid again, but the chances of contact did not increase. The two no longer touched hands, but connected with a stick.

Even at night, Aya Qingxuan slept directly in the hammock.

Both of them are the type who don't like to talk. They have no communication throughout the whole process and are very quiet.

But after a few days in a row, Mingche finally spoke one night.

"Even if I'm blind, I have a bad temper, arrogance, lack of thoughtfulness in doing things, and often reject the kindness of others. People also..."

Ming Che said a lot of his shortcomings, and Aya Qingxuan became a listener.

She heard Mingche talk about his childhood, about his mental state when he was just blind, and about his thoughts when facing others. In short, she heard a lot.

Finally, when she heard she fell asleep, she didn't know that the man got out of bed gently, walked in front of her, and stroked the outline of her face.

It's the same as what he touched before, it hasn't changed, but it's more watery.

In this way, he was sure that this was his mysterious Chongxi maid.

The man chuckled and thought for a while, he leaned over slightly, and pressed his thin lips on her soft lips.

The tip of his nose can finally smell a scent, and the feeling that makes him greedy, at ease, but not afraid to touch, springs up to the top of his heart.

"Thank you, madam, for giving me steps."

He murmured and kissed again for a while before tiptoeing back to the bed, taking deep breaths to calm his frantic heartbeat.