Liuyun couldn't sit firmly and fell off the car. His butt hurt from the fall.
He tilted his head, looked at the little boy's beautiful features in disbelief, and stammered: "Stay, keep the man?"
Did he hear wrongly?
The other party doesn’t want money or wealth, but a man?!
The little boy seemed to have read through his mind, his cheeks puffed up, and he said cutely: "Uncle, you heard that right, what I robbed is sex!"
Plop!
Liuyun fell again. This time he didn't get a headache, he had a headache!
No matter how old this kid is, he already knows what robbery is.
Moreover, the person he robbed was a man!
Oh My God!
Is it very popular to cut off sleeves now?
"Nangong Xiaomiao, please calm down." A lazy voice sounded from beside my feet.
Liu Yun took a look at the person coming by the moonlight. He had a good face, delicate eyebrows, and long curly hair with splashes of ink, which fell straight to his waist. He was so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look away.
Liuyun thought that he finally met a normal person.
But what the woman said next made him almost vomit a mouthful of blood.
She said: "Don't worry, with your appearance, my son will not have any evil thoughts, and he will not rob you even if he is raped."
Liuyun:......
Normal shit!
What mother would let her son take advantage of her?
It’s a man’s lust that robs him!
"Haha." The man in the car had obviously heard the commotion outside, and seemed to be amused. He coughed with a smile: "You two, our master and servant go out without any money or color. If you two
Don’t mind it, this carriage can carry two people for a ride.”
Hearing this, Liu Yun became anxious and shouted: "Young Master!" If the mother and son were allowed to see the young master's appearance, they would really be robbed!
Besides, what kind of identity does the young master have? How can he just ride in a carriage with someone of unknown origin?
"You two, get in the car." As he spoke, the man had already opened the car curtain. His hands were too pale and thin, and his long index finger was pressed against the car door. His light-colored brocade robe was swaying lightly in the wind, and his profile was as poetic as a painting.
He was covered with a layer of brilliance, and his thin lips were pale due to years of serious illness, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all, but added a touch of warmth. The smile on his face was just right, and his narrow eyes were half-bent, as if there was nothing there.
He glanced at Liuyun.
That look was extremely cold.
Liuyun quickly stood up straight, closed his mouth, and made a gesture of invitation toward Nangong Baiye and the others.
"Thank you very much." Nangong Baiye was not polite and carried his son into the carriage. His shrewd eyes were smiling, and his lazy expression was not affected in the slightest by the man's appearance.
Liu Yun then breathed a sigh of relief, took out his riding whip, and continued driving.
It is worthy of being a carriage belonging to a wealthy family. The interior of the carriage is far more luxurious than it looks on the outside. There are blankets under your feet, which are very warm when you step on them. The seats you sit on are also soft couches, which are very comfortable.
There is also a teapot in the center of the car. There is warm tea in the teapot, and the tea smoke is curling up, exuding a faint fragrance.
The man smiled lightly and poured two new cups of tea for one big and one small.
Nangong Xiaomeia nestled in Nangong Baiye's arms, holding a tea cup in her hand, with big eyes, and asked curiously: "Uncle, what are you doing in Qingcheng Mountain?"
My mother once said that people who come to Qingcheng Mountain in the middle of the night either have trouble at home or have bad intentions...