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"My cousin is the daughter of a friend of my master's. His friend burned down his house because of gambling debts. Only my cousin survived. Seeing that she was pitiful, my master adopted her and provided for her.

I went to study abroad. I heard that I have finished my studies and will come back." When Axiu said this, she pursed her lips with some worry: "Although my cousin is not bad, she has been following the young master since she was a child. She is very special to the young master.

Dear, I like the young master very much. I'm afraid that when she comes back, she will cause trouble for you, young mistress."

Qiu Mo didn't take it seriously. He peeled the last bean in his hand and put it into a small woven bamboo basket. He said softly: "Take this to make rice for the young master."

Leng Xiao didn't come back for dinner at night. It was Liu's mother who told her the news.

He refused to even give her such a simple conversation.

Qiu Mo put down the storybook in her hand. She had been telling stories to the baby. She was tired at this time and said with a smile: "Then we won't wait for him."

Mother Liu saw that although she was calm on the surface, her fingers holding the pages of the book were tightening. She wanted to comfort her, but she felt that it would hit someone else's pain point, so she quickly changed the topic and said: "Young Madam,

In a few months, the baby will be born, so we have to prepare things as soon as possible, including the stroller, milk bottles, and milk powder."

"Mama Liu, how many children do you have?" When the baby was mentioned, Qiu Mo's attention was really diverted, and she hurriedly asked her with interest.

"A son and a daughter. The daughter is married and has children. The son is as old as you and is now in college."

When Liu's mother talked about her children, she could not suppress the joy on her face.

"Go to college?" Qiu Mo repeated with a smile, the loneliness on her face flashed across her face. Yes, at this age, she should go to college.

"Young mistress, hurry up and eat, it will be cold soon." Axiu greeted from the dining table.

"Well, it's here." As soon as Qiu Mo got up, he heard a bang, and the glass door was pushed open with a strong force. The wind from outside rushed in, making a string of wind chimes by the living room window jingle.

Carter, who was lying on the edge of the sofa, suddenly stood up and looked out the door warily.

Qiu Mo was also startled, standing at the edge of the dining table and forgetting to sit down.

The door was then slammed shut again, and a man walked in from the outside in a hurry. He threw the big and small boxes in his hands on the floor, and fanned them hard by his ears with his slender white hands, saying:

"It's so hot, it's so hot, Mother Liu, Mother Liu."

Liu's mother was stunned for a while, then hurriedly came over to greet her, and said with a smile: "Miss Cousin, you are back."

Miss Cousin?

Qiu Mo was thinking about this title in her mind, and suddenly remembered what Axiu told her today. The girl standing at the door should be Leng Xiao's sister, Leng Xiaotian.

She wore a black cardigan, a red plaid shirt, and ripped jeans. She carried a large bulging schoolbag behind her back. Her hair was dyed purple and curled and draped over her shoulders. It matched well.

Pinned the hairpin with a bow.

Mother Liu asked the servants to move her luggage upstairs, and then asked Axiu to prepare meals for her.

Leng Xiaotian kicked off his shoes and threw his coat casually on Liu's mother, "I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death."

She rushed to the dining table in a hurry, and just as she was about to pull out a chair and sit down, she saw Qiu Mo, who was still standing there blankly.

The two looked at each other for a while, then she suddenly jumped up and said: "I know, you are that Qiu Mo, Brother Xiao's woman..."

Qiu Mo was stunned for a moment, smiled modestly, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello."

Leng Xiaotian glanced at her outstretched hand. Her skin was surprisingly good, as smooth as jade, almost transparent, but a little too white.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and opened Qiu Mo's hand with a bang, then sat down at the dining table and called to Axiu, "Axiu, I don't like rice with beans, please try another bowl."


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