Several people here were preparing to set off tombs, but the capital over there was already a mess. As a generation of heroes, Sima Yan was dismissed and isolated for some reason.

At this time, Xu Yao and Xu Jie, who were kept by Wen He and Wen Qitian for one more night, were finishing their meal. They were still sitting in the yard carrying the spell left by Master Wen Jiu, and they couldn't stop writing and painting.

Speaking of which, although Wen He has never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, if it is his niece, it would be a different matter.

Because the only housekeeper in the family was also taken to the Xueshan Mountain by Wenjiu, he wanted to find a temporary housekeeper, but unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Wuming rushed over that night. Although he brought an extra girl like a boy than before, everything looked no different from usual.

Seeing Xuanyuan Wuming's calm appearance, Wen He also let go of his concerns about Wen Jiu and the others. However, Xuanyuan Wuming looked at the three peers who were playing together in the courtyard and couldn't help but ask: "Where is the auspicious cloud here just now?" It is said that this auspicious cloud can move, don't lose it to his niece!

"Oh, you said Ziya!" Xu Yao, who followed Wen He's gaze, continued the talisman in his hand and said, "He went to Xueshan to find his friends, so he went to our master!"

The other two girls were still talking about their little secrets. Looking at Wen He and Xuanyuan Wuming who were coming, they immediately raised their heads and responded: "Yeah!"

"Okay!" There are so many bizarre things around you, and it's not bad for one or two. Just when you hide in the clouds, how can you find Xiaojiu? Floating away? Wen He, who has no idea that Xiangyun has transformed into, is a little messy in the wind.

"It has a name." Wen He, who was stunned for a moment, sat on the stone chair beside him and said, "What are you carrying just now?"

"Spell." Xu Yao handed the things written by Wen Jiumo in his hand to Wen He and said with a smile: "Master Mo gave us."

"Oh? Is that right?" Wen He took the notebook in Xu Yao's hand in surprise, reached out and flipped open it casually for a few pages, and said, "It's all written by Xiaojiu?"

"Yes, is it better for the master to write with a brush than those calligraphy masters?" Hearing the stunning in Wen He's tone, Xu Yao immediately proudly introduced his master to Wen He, without paying attention to Wen He's deep eyes.

"Yeah." Wen He, who continued to flip the notebook in his hand, responded in a low voice, and his fingers slowly stroked the lines between the lines, wiping through the back of the paper. Every stroke and stroke brought the momentum of the superior. However, when you look closely, the curves and hooks were extremely clean and neat. The random layout all reflects the status and demeanor of the owner of the character.

He had been in a high position for a long time, but with a free and unrestrained pen tip. As the saying goes, the words are like the ones, but Wen He thought that the words he knew could not compare with them.

Not to mention "Xiaojiu"! Wen He's eyes became darker and deeper when he thought of this. Indeed, since Xiaojiu was kicked out of the Zhao family, it seemed like he had changed his own person. If the hand word was written by Xiaojiu now, Wen He was completely convinced.

But this also nakedly showed what Wen He had never wanted to think about in front of Wen He. Zhao Jiu's niece was autistic since she was a child. They had never hired any tutors for her, and their grades were always middle- and lower-class, and they were the last few in the top class.

How could Wen He have never seen the hand-word word? Although he has been busy with the Wen family for those years, Wen He would take some time to contact Zhao Jiu and his psychiatrist every night for the only bone and blood left by his sister.

In his studies, he also grasps Zhao Jiu's homework situation every time. It can be said that since he went to school, every small homework was written by Wen He himself. Speaking of Zhao Jiu's poor grades, Wen He has always agreed with him.

Because at that time, Wen He only hoped that his little niece could live this wonderful life easily and happily.

When Wen He learned that Xiao Zhaojiu had autism, he was unable to protect himself. He spent every day on drugs to suppress depression. It was precisely after learning that he could not contact Zhaojiu that Wen He then acquiesced to Zhao You for getting close to Xiaojiujiu, because during that time, the psychologist told himself very clearly that Xiaojiu's condition had improved.

So at that time, only when Wen He handled the company's affairs and learned about Zhao Jiu's life for a day before he entered Zhao Jiu's room, he would doting Zhao Jiu's cheeks and kiss Zhao Jiu's forehead like an ordinary elder.

How could Wen He, who had been with Zhao Jiu invisible, admit the handwriting of his little nephew in the place where Zhao Jiu couldn't see, but now this handwriting has cruelly lifted up all the confusion in front of him.

Wen He didn't know who Xiaojiu is now, but during that time, Wen He did want to deceive himself and tell himself that Xiaojiu was just stimulated to change himself, but now, Wen He bit his cheeks tightly.

Wen He, who returned the notebook in his hand to Xu Yao with a heavy expression, stood up and carried his hands on his back, saying, "Since it was your master who silently cut every stroke, then don't let her down."

"Of course." Xu Yao carefully took the notebook, held it with both hands, covered it, and then locked it in the iron box beside him. Then he picked up the cinnabar pen in his hand, and still painted the talisman that he had already remembered it over and over again.

However, before Xu Yao finished painting the talisman in his hand, Xing Le, who had left Wen's house suddenly returned to the Wen family. Xing Le, dressed in military uniform, had no time to say a word to Wen He.

He just ran over and held Wen He's palm and said seriously to Xu Yao and Xu Jie: "How much do you know about the two evil spirits?"

"Huh?" This was the first time Xu Yao and Xu Jie saw such a serious Xing Le. Both of them looked at Shang He and Liu Hao who got out of Xing Le's car with some restraint. After seeing the two nodded, they replied to Xing Le carefully: "Not many, but the master told us all the spells, we can try it!"

"Okay." Xing Le nodded and knew: "Now I need you to go to a place with me." As he said that, he made a gesture to his subordinates and then lowered his head and kissed Wen He's forehead and said reluctantly: "Little Sun, wait for me to come back."

After Wen He looked at Xing Le deeply, he did not reply. Instead, he watched Xing Le's subordinate handing the eyebrow to Xu Yao and Xu Jie, and nodding and said, "Come back and tell me what happened."

"Okay, obey the order!" He saluted Wen He like a charming salute, then straightened his chest and walked into the car without turning back and left Wen's house.

Of course, Liu Hao and Shang He also have to follow him. After all, they both understand the meaning of Wen Jiu. No matter how you look at Xu Yao and Xu Jie, they will be the successors of the No. 71 special action team in the future.

They were really not relieved to hand over the successor completely to that place, so they simply said hello to Wen He and quickly got in the car and followed Xing Le's military vehicle.

Xuanyuan Wuming, who had just arrived after hearing the news, didn't even see the tail of the car. He placed the tray in his hand on the stone chair and said gracefully, "Try it."

"No, uncle, you won't put medicine here, right?" Xuanhe didn't forget that this guy once fainted and threw himself back to the market in order to get rid of him.

So Xuanhe still has some psychological shadows about the things that Xuanyuan Wuming sent. You must know that this person's identity cannot be found by looking for it. That time it was because this person's conscience now picked up himself back. What if the next time he didn't have a conscience? Xuanhe hesitated and looked at the snacks in front of him unmoved.

Xuanyuan Wuming's elegant handsome face was slightly cracked, and the smile on the corner of his mouth immediately calmed down, and he replied expressionlessly: "I can throw it away if I don't get dizzy!"

"Look!" Xuanhe immediately became angry when he heard this from sitting to stepping on the chair and pointing at Xuanyuan Wuming's nose, saying, "You old uncle, you just want to throw me away, just want...wow..." Xuanhe immediately turned his mouth to Xuanyuan Wuming and started crying loudly.

Seeing this scene, Wen He seemed to be able to see a cross hanging on the forehead of the Xuanyuan Butler who could always face everything calmly, and his crying in front of him was slightly increasing.

The depressed mood just now seemed to be as if Wen He, who was better at this scene, smiled lightly, stretched out his slender and fair fingers and picked up the cookie in front of Xuanhe, then bit it in front of Xuanhe and asked Xuanyuan Wuming: "It's not bad, is it the dim sum master you brought here?"

"It's not Mr. Wen, this is what I just fumbled." Xuanyuan Wuming didn't have the self-modestness of China, and he said it directly without turning it around.

"Oh, is that? That's a pity." Wen He put half of the cookies left in his hand into his mouth. Like Wen wine, in fact, their Wen family likes to drink snacks like milk and cookies, so when they ate delicious cookies, they learned that they couldn't eat them for the second time. Wen He felt a little regretful from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that Wen He had eaten and had nothing to do, Xuanhe immediately received the noise, and quickly stole a piece from the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and said to Xuanyuan Wuming with satisfaction: "Wow, uncle, you are so awesome."

Hearing Xuanhe's words, Xuanyuan Wuming rolled his eyes very indecently, and he didn't realize that since the arrival of Xuanhe girl, his facial expressions have become much richer, and his inner emotions have also become much richer.

Sometimes Xuanyuan Wuming could not help but think that if he hadn't had the wife's hexagram, he might have given the trivial matters directly to the people below as before. However, after that he had the hexagram, Xuanyuan Wuming, who was unbeliever, actually brought a tomboy back in person.

Thinking of Xuanyuan Wuming, who had met Xuanhe for the first time, had a smile in his eyes. Another point was that the head might be going crazy because he and his wife had been circulated.

Now the little boys in our family have started saving money and secretly planning to let their wife tell them a fortune.

Wen He, who was standing aside, looked at the interaction between the two, couldn't help but take a cookie into the plate, put it in his mouth, and sat on a chair and asked Xuanyuan Wuming with hope: "Mr. Wuming, do you know what happened to my lover?"

It’s really a coincidence that Xuanyuan Wuming really knew about this. After all, the world’s largest family, which country has the highest-level leaders who are not as good as the Xuanyuan family.

But the head of the family didn't seem to ask him to hide the matter in the capital from the person in front of him, so Xuanyuan Wuming thought for a while and said, "What is the specific reason? Sorry, Mr. Wen, I really don't know."

"But I know that Sima Yan in the capital has been quarantined and removed from office for some special reasons." Xuanyuan Wuming also reached out to take a piece of his masterpiece and said, "It should not be because of ordinary things."

"Is that true?" Wen He's eyes darkened slightly. Will unusual things drive away evil spirits? Sima Yan is infected with evil spirits?

Unexpectedly, I guessed it right with just a random guess Wen He patted the biscuit crumbs on his hand and said, "Mr. Wuming and Miss Xuanhe have not yet reversed the jet lag, so I won't bother you now. I'll go upstairs first."

"Mr. Wen, please give me a gift." Xuanyuan Wuming stood up and made a call to Wen He.

After Wen He left, Xuanhe then carried the entire plate into his arms, and slapped Xuanyuan Wuming tightly on the back of his hand. He kicked Xuanyuan Wuming like a wolf cub protecting food and said, "This is what you gave to me, you are not allowed to eat!"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Wuming took his hand back and looked at the obvious slap marks on his arm in a daze, then smiled at Xuanhe, but his eyes were filled with pampering that he had not even seen.

Because Xuanyuan Wuming was stunned, he realized that he had never been involved in sweets. One reason was that he didn't like it because he was too tired, and the other reason was that it was not good for health.

But now it seems that he can understand why the head of the house who also doesn't like drinking milk and eating desserts will prepare milk and desserts for his wife at the home every day, and enjoy the sweet and greasy food with his wife.

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On the third day, Wenwen still plans to continue to make updates!

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!