The Demon Girl was also used to his informality, and she smiled and said, "Drink it. It's very strong and delicious."
"I asked my servant to stay up all day, of course it's strong." Qu Luo said as he glanced at the scroll hanging on the wall, crossed it with his index finger, and smiled evilly: "The ink is new, did you draw it?"
The demon girl held the tea cup in her mouth and hummed casually: "The house is empty, just a decoration."
"It's better for you to come back, eat porridge and draw pictures, and leave me alone there, not caring about anything." Qu Luo curled his handsome lips, and what he said was really looking for trouble, but it was a bit cute.
The demon girl smiled and didn't say much. She just ordered Uncle Liao beside her to cut a watermelon, scoop out some millet porridge and meat buns, add the leftover homemade potato shreds and crisp pickle strips from dinner, and put them on the table.
In front of Qu Luo: "Eat."
Qu Luo glanced at the small wooden table, his narrow eyes darkening.
The young man following Qu Luo couldn't help but frowned. The defeat of the Demon family was quite good. He had nothing left, and he didn't know how to do anything on the surface to give these things to his young master.
?
What is the identity of his young master?
It is no exaggeration to say that the water used to rinse mouth is boiled from bird's nest.
Pickles and millet porridge?
What is this? Not to mention that the young master doesn’t want to eat it, even he doesn’t care...
Just as the boy was thinking about it, he suddenly froze in place and watched blankly as his young master rolled up his sleeves, took the bamboo chopsticks, and put the pickles in his mouth...
The demon girl smiled slightly and handed him the hot bun: "Are you hungry already?"
"Yeah." Qu Luo responded in a muffled voice, taking the bun in one mouthful, his beautiful eyes raised, very much like some kind of large dog.
The boy opened his mouth so wide that even mosquitoes could fly in. He hurriedly made two popping noises. Then he looked at the man with the meat bun in his mouth. He felt that the world was a fantasy. This was the first time he saw him.
The young master is so...good?
Usually, his young master only smiles evilly, and his methods of doing things are extremely ruthless.
How many people in the capital still fear him.
A minister once said that no one could figure out his temperament. It would be good if he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble to anyone. Don't provoke him.
But now...his young master...is actually...eating steamed buns and pickles...
The boy pinched his face, this must be a dream, hehe, he must not have woken up yet!
The demon girl didn't think anything of it. She wiped the washed melon rind with her handkerchief and said, "After eating for a while, eat two pieces of melon to relieve the hangover."
"Okay." Qu Luo swallowed the meat bun in his mouth, with a wicked look on his face. He stretched out his hand, pulled open his collar with his slender fingers, and said with a half-smile, "But someone knows how to give me food."
After eating, I only drank the whole day. Next time whoever dares to drink me again, I will drink it with plain water."
Young man: ...Master, are you really okay with being so despicable...
Qu Luo didn't feel guilty. He drank the millet porridge from the bowl, and the curve of the corners of his mouth became thicker and thicker. The weather was very hot, so he simply pulled off his coat and held it up lazily with one hand.
Those smiling eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, were placed on the light-colored thin lips of the Demon Lady. An imperceptible color flashed through her eyes. No one knew what this color meant, but those two sexy thin lips seemed to be slightly tilted towards each other.
It rose up, revealing evil spirits...
The two maids waiting next to him were very curious about this man who suddenly appeared, and they would take a sneak peek from time to time.
My heart was beating wildly when I saw it.
Uncle Liao also watched this scene, but compared to others, the look on his face was a little more wary.
When the demon girl finished eating the melon and went to wash her hands, Uncle Liao quietly called her aside: "Miss, if I read correctly, that should be the young master of the Qu family who has just been promoted by the emperor, right?"
"Uncle Liao has good eyesight." The Demon Lady wiped her hands and said with a smile, "It is indeed him."
Uncle Liao's expression became even worse, and he asked worriedly: "How did Miss get to know him?"
"Uncle Liao, do you still remember that when I was a child, I would often bring a little bean sprout home for dinner?" The demon girl put down the towel and spoke calmly.
Uncle Liao frowned and thought for a moment. There was indeed such a person in his mind. The child was very beautiful, and Miss Nian clung to her very tightly. She didn’t say where she came from, but she loved to smile, and her little face was always fair.
She was clean and wore clothes that ordinary people couldn't afford. She had a sense of luxury all over her body. Every night she would be brought over by a man in black and asked to sleep with the young lady.
He has lived for so many years and has never seen such a young and mature child. He does everything by himself without being served by anyone. He holds a pillow and tips his toes to cover a young lady who is tired from practicing martial arts...
Demon Girl knew that Uncle Liao had remembered it, so she smiled and said, "He is that little Douding."
"What?" Uncle Liao was shocked: "It doesn't look like them at all."
The Demon Girl hummed: "I didn't recognize him at first. He has indeed changed a lot compared to when he was a child."
Not only had there been a lot of changes, Uncle Liao always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't put it in words, so he just darkened his eyes slightly...
I wonder if the young lady’s childhood acquaintance is the popular young master of the Qu family in Beijing. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
What he is afraid of is that the young lady will follow the same old path again...
Uncle Liao couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it. He was also confused. The young lady now was already different. She might see things more clearly than he did.
"In a blink of an eye, the children have grown up." Uncle Liao sighed sadly, and then laughed: "Speaking of which, when the child was young, he always wanted to win against the lady, and secretly worked hard."
The demon girl's eyes were bright and she also smiled: "He is better than me now..."
The master and servant chatted for a while, and the sound of conversation faded away as they entered the study.
Qu Luo sat on the wooden chair and looked at the Demon Queen who had returned. His long fingers were clasped on his folded legs. He was extremely graceful and rested. His attitude as a noble man was revealed invisibly: "Where are you going?"
"Wash your hands." The demon girl smiled, and when she bent down to look at the painting, she vaguely revealed the lines of her waist.
Qu Luo looked at the beautiful lines, like a piece of flowing satin. When twisted, the curve of the waist and hips was even more shocking and tempting.
He just felt as if his heart was lightly scratched by something. A familiar electric current exploded in his chest instantly, and then rushed downwards. His narrow eyes became extremely deep in an instant, and his eyes were lower and deeper.
It was shining with a strange light, like a beast about to wake up. After a stalemate for a while, it slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from the chest, turning into a bewitching evil smile...
A message to the readers: It’s so good. It took me three hours to come up with such a small amount of words. Good night, everyone...