"I'll hang it up." Qu Luo walked over, put his arms around the Demon Lady, and pressed his fingers on the scroll. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. Looking at her from a distance, this posture was indescribably intimate.
Being too close, the demon girl frowned for a moment.
The other person's body was still smelling of alcohol, which was light and heavy, with a refreshing mint smell and residual cigarette aroma. It smelled very good, but the aura of aggression on this person was too strong, and it was a bit evil.
Subconsciously, she reached out her hand to avoid it.
However, Qu Luo pressed his body down, resting his chin directly on Demon Niang's shoulder, blowing hot breath on the skin behind her ears and neck, and said in a tired tone: "Sister Mo, I feel sick in my stomach. "
I don’t know if it was because of the title of Sister Mo, but Mo Niang sighed helplessly, turned her head and looked at the handsome face that could make any girl’s heart flutter: “Isn’t it fine just now? I feel sick in my stomach. Or do you have a stomachache?”
"I'm not even feeling well." Qu Luo said in a low voice, but the corners of his lowered mouth curved an evil arc. I don't know why there was an unspeakable coldness in that arc...
The demon girl looked at him for a while and then said: "Don't drink so much in the future." After saying that, she took out the handkerchief, put it in the medicine jar and soaked it, then wiped his forehead with a natural and gentle movement. You can't even see the cold silence in front of others.
Qu Luo lowered his head and said yes, looking obedient.
The young boy standing next to him was already dumbfounded. After the whole day, he almost didn’t recognize his young master!
As far as he knew, his young master could get drunk even after a thousand drinks, and he could easily get someone drunk. Why was his fighting ability so poor today?
The boy pulled his hair hard. Things will turn against each other at the extreme. Things will turn against each other at the extreme!
His young master is so abnormal, he must be hiding some kind of monster!
Could it be possible... The young man cast his gaze on the Demon Lady, his eyes filled with deep meaning.
In the next few days, no matter how busy Qu Luo was, he would come to Mo's house to sit for a while. Every time he came, he smelled of alcohol.
The Demon Lady was also used to it, and she would often prepare some millet porridge for him, along with crispy pickle sticks. It was not worth much money, but after eating it, she would feel warm in her stomach.
There are still a few people in the Mo family to support. The Mo family has been painting these days. After she finished the painting, she asked Uncle Liao to buy it on the street. The money she earned was enough for daily expenses, plus she still had some money on hand. , after going back and forth, the deserted garden finally gained some popularity.
It's just that good times don't last long, and life is far crueler than people imagine.
On this day, Uncle Liao came back very early, with wounds on the corners of his mouth and several footprints on his back, which were obviously kicked out by someone.
He didn't want the lady to see his virtue, so after he came back, he went to the backyard, intending to change his clothes and then go back to the front yard.
I just didn't expect that the Demon Lady was drying quilts in the backyard with two maids, and when she raised her head, she bumped into them.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yan'er yelled in panic as the tub in her hand tilted.
Uncle Liao glanced at her and said with a smile: "I accidentally fell down. It's because I'm old after all. I feel confused even when I walk."
The demon girl looked at him, with a pair of phoenix eyes that were clear in black and white, and her eyes were floating and falling. The shadows cast by the branches were clearly reflected on her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
"Go and apply some medicine." She smiled lightly and took the painting from Uncle Liao's hand. Without saying anything else, she turned around and entered the study. She seemed to be practicing calligraphy with a brush.
Yan'er supported Uncle Liao, with some complaints in her heart: "I don't know what the lady is thinking. A discerning person can tell where dad's injuries came from at a glance, but she didn't even ask, she just thought
We, the current generation, deserve to be ruined."
"Yan'er!" Uncle Liao reached out and shook off Yan'er's hand, with anger on his face: "How many times have I told you not to be so rude to the lady? If it hadn't been for the lady and the master back then, our family would have been a long time ago.
Damn it, you are a few years younger than the lady. The lady does not care about your ignorance and tolerates you in every way. She is the master. If it had been before, you would have been punished long ago!"
There is no daughter who is not afraid of her father. After being yelled at by Uncle Liao, Yan'er didn't dare to nag anymore, and she became more diligent in her work. She seemed to be a lot more sensible, but she felt a little unconvinced in her heart.
I had an idea, everyone always said what it was like in the past, what was the use of those things, but now there is only an empty shell left in the Mo family, and they still insist on being a young lady. If she is smart enough, she should put this
If the house is sold off, a large amount of money can be made. I really don't know what the other party is thinking.
Yan'er really didn't understand. No one except the Demon Lady knew what this house represented.
And things in this world are never that simple. If you don’t have a lot of money, no matter how much money you have, it will eventually be spent.
Yan'er only thought about the happiness in the present, but she never thought about how she would live in the future, let alone what would happen to the other elderly servants after selling the house.
They are all old. At least they can grow vegetables and clean the pavilion in the old house.
The Demon Lady doesn't mind their slow movements, but that doesn't mean that the other masters do the same.
They can't support themselves after leaving the devil's house.
Disbanded them?
The Demon Lady will definitely not be able to do that kind of thing. After all, they are all people who will never leave the Demon Family.
Continue to raise them?
Now that I have such a big house, I don’t have to sell fruits, melons and vegetables outside on weekdays. The devil girl is already very struggling. If there is no house, even the place to live will be a problem...
None of these things need to be considered and balanced by the devil. Being the head of a family always sounds good but is difficult to do.
This is especially true for the defeated aristocratic families...
Who has ever understood that the devil is actually just a girl in her early twenties?
Uncle Liao is a smart man. After all, he has experienced more things than young people. He doesn't want to burden the young lady anymore. He just wants to take the remaining paintings from yesterday and sell them on the street.
But what he didn't expect was that the spot where he usually practiced had been occupied by someone else. The person occupying his spot was none other than the Demon Girl.
I don’t know how early she got up, but the scrolls had already been spread out, arranged neatly and grandly.
There was still moisture on her body, and dewdrops could be seen on her head when she lowered her eyes.
Perhaps she was too tired. When she stood up, she tapped her waist. Even the movements of her right foot became a little strange...
Uncle Liao was stunned for a moment. He felt something suddenly go up his throat, itching uncomfortably. He opened his mouth and called out: "Miss."