It wasn't until Ye Qinghuan came to the ancient mansion in the west of the city, chatted with Murong Yafeng for a few words, and came to the study where Murong Jiu was, that Murong Jiu walked out of his faint thoughts and raised his eyes to look at the little girl who made him worry and couldn't rest assured.

"Huanhuan." Murong Jiu got up and stepped forward to hold Ye Qinghuan who was walking towards him.

The two figures stopped in the center of the study, staring at each other, inexhaustibly gentle.

Murong Jiu had one thing in his heart, and so did Ye Qinghuan, so this meeting didn't know where to start, so they stared at each other like this, and no one spoke first.

It seemed that a century had passed, and Murong Jiu looked down at Ye Qinghuan's beautiful eyes that were as clear as spring water, and chuckled, "Has Huanhuan seen King Yun?" ”

Presumably, I came to see him for his business.

The little girl has him in her heart.

"Hmm." Ye Qinghuan nodded, his palm-sized face raised slightly, and there was a hint of accusation in his eyes: "Uncle Jiu's body is wrong, why don't you tell me?" ”

If she hadn't felt strange in hindsight, found her father, and invited Xilouyue to check on him, how long would he plan to hide it from her?

But she couldn't blame him viciously, for she knew very well why he didn't tell her.

If it weren't for her night Qinghuan, Murong Jiu would naturally choose to retreat, without any scruples.

But now, on the one hand, he didn't want to leave her and wanted to accompany her, on the other hand, the power of the master of Yan Fu was eyeing her, and he was especially relieved that he couldn't leave her, so he didn't want to leave her alone.

But...... The effect of not retreating on him is huge – at least he will become a waster, or at worst he will die!

It is impossible for him not to know his own physical condition, but he still chooses to hide it from her, how much he values her, more than his own life......

Ye Qinghuan was full of emotion, but there was still a reproach on his face.

At no time did she want him to disregard his own safety for her sake.

In that case, she will be distressed.

Ye Qinghuan's expression of great concern and slight self-reproach made Murong Jiu's eyes full of tenderness, he let go of Ye Qinghuan's little hand, raised his hands, held her palm-sized little face, and stared deeply into her eyes.

"I'm going to wait for Huanhuan to leave the spring of hatred before telling Huanhuan." A flame ignited in Murong Jiu's eyes, and when he mentioned the Lihate Chun in the little girl, he was still ready to move.

It was impossible for him to leave the little girl who was still tormented by Lichun and go into retreat alone.

When the little girl was away from the hateful spring, he was not by her side, and he was not at ease.

Therefore, he firmly told Huangfu Yunhua - unless Ye Qinghuan's hatred is resolved, he will never go to retreat!

Ye Qinghuan's eyes flashed slightly, two red clouds floated on her fair little face, she pursed her red lips, and lowered her eyes slightly: "Three months...... It's almost there, too. ”

At most, there will be seven or eight days, and she will be counted as having a good time.

The owner of Yan Fu was eyeing her, and she was also afraid that she would not be able to maintain her sanity when she was away from the attack of hatred and that she would not be able to recognize the men around her, so she ...... She also made up her mind early in the morning, this time she had a hateful spring attack, and she would definitely let her ninth uncle relieve her!

The previous time was that her father disagreed, and he wanted to bring her back to Xiliang, this time...... Her father had acquiesced, and there was no one to stop him.

"Then, is Huanhuan willing?" Murong Jiu didn't say anything, but in his heart, he still slightly minded the excellent men who appeared next to the little girl.

So at this moment, he had to ask clearly whether the little girl was willing to be his Murong Jiu's woman.