So, early the next morning, howling sounds of shocking the world and crying ghosts broke out in the manor.

Ouyang Mingxuan was confused. He was like a child. A big man actually cried so much that he had no image. Instead, Mu Qianye, his biological mother, looked calm.

Leng Yiyi looked at Ouyang Mingxuan crying without any image, and immediately asked Mu Qianye with a suspicious tone, "Boss, did this guy cry like this when I returned to southern Xinjiang?"

"Often when he cries like this, it proves that he is not sad. If he really feels sad, he should be locking himself in the room and drinking it as a dead person."

As soon as Mu Qianye finished speaking, Ouyang Mingxuan, who was crying and shouting the world a second ago, immediately stopped it. The speed was really comparable to the switch, "Boss, what do you mean? When did I die of drinking in the room?"

Ouyang Mingxuan was obviously a little lacking in confidence.

"Boss, I understand what you mean. Did this guy really become so decadent because of my departure?" Leng Yiyi smiled happily.

"Hey, hey, how can you join forces to defile the pure me?" Ouyang Mingxuan stopped doing it.

"Pure?" Leng Yiyi curled her lips disdainfully, "Your purity was destroyed by me eight hundred years ago."

puff.

Shouldn’t this be said by a man? Why does it feel so awkward to say it from Leng Yiyi’s mouth?

Ouyang Mingxuan's face turned red, but he had no way to refute it. Alas, a mistake has become a miserable woman for all ages.

"After holding it for so long, this kid can't hold back." Ouyang Mingxuan sighed, then said with tears in his eyes: "This damn little guy, wuwu, I can't bear to part with Godfather No. 2!"

Leng Yiyi pushed Ouyang Mingxuan's stomach with her elbow, "Don't worry, if you want it, I can give you another one, and I will never let him run around the world!"

When Ouyang Mingxuan heard Leng Yiyi's words, he immediately stopped his tears, "No talk!" What a joke, he wanted to be a mother before he even grew up!

"Hey, let's discuss it again!" Leng Yiyi refused to give in.

Mu Qianye looked at the two of them laughing, who would have thought that at that time, the two of them were as powerful as the same water and fire in Qingye Teahouse.

Time is such a wonderful thing.

"Madam, are you going to find the young master?" He asked hunchbacked standing beside Mu Qianye.

Mu Qianye was silent for a moment, and she was still holding a letter in her hand. The handwriting on the letter was neat and beautiful, but it was still a little childish. It was really Xiaobao's handwriting.
Chapter completed!