She played off after wearing the book

Chapter 233 The Tranquility Before the Storm

"Uh, okay, third uncle, good night..."

Qianqiao frowned. She always felt that the third uncle was a little weird today, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She couldn't figure it out, so she had to leave obediently, and before leaving, she thoughtfully closed the door.

"..."

After the girl left, Nangong Wenqing turned around, and suddenly felt that the study, which was not considered spacious, looked extremely empty now, just like Qian Qiao's six months of retreat...

When she thought that she would leave here for a whole hundred years, something seemed to be missing in her heart.

Nangong Wenqing frowned, stretched out his hand to hold his heart, but it didn't get any relief. In the end, even breathing became a little difficult. After silently reciting the Qingxin formula several times, he felt a little better.

The right hand holding his heart slowly lowered, Nangong Wenqing raised his eyes and looked around, finally fixed on the place where the girl had sat, and did not move away for a long time...

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After Qian Qiao returned to the room, she carefully took out the Mo Yun sword, put it on the table, stared at it for a long time but dared not reach out to touch it.

Before retreating, she ran away because she was afraid of being beaten and leaving Jiansui behind. As a result, she forgot to tell Mo Yun about her retreat.

Now that half a year has passed, and I only come to report now, I always feel that I will die a miserable death.

After struggling for a long time, Qianqiao suddenly realized a serious problem.

Why should I report to him when I retreated by myself?Isn't this my business?What are you afraid of?Don't be shy, just go!

After self-hypnosis for a long time, Qianqiao finally stretched out her hand to Mo Yunjian. After she entered the space again, Qianqiao suddenly felt a little nostalgic looking at the decoration in front of her that hadn't changed from half a year ago.

"Mo Yun?"

Looking around, Qian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when she found that no one was there. Although she had brainwashed herself, she was still a little apprehensive.

"calls me?"

"Well!"

The faint voice rang in her ears, and Qian Qiao's heart that had just relaxed instantly rose to her throat, and just when she was about to cry out, Mo Yun, who had been prepared for a long time, reached out and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Tsk, I haven't seen you for half a year, why are you still so timid?"

Seeing that Qianqiao was in a stable mood, Mo Yun did not forget to wash his hands with cleansing technique when he withdrew his hand, everything seemed to be the same as it was half a year ago.

"Hey, I'm not mentally prepared for that~ Where did you go just now?"

Although Mo Yun behaved very normally, Qianqiao did not dare to be careless. Generally, there is a unified name for this situation, it is called the calm before the storm.

Thinking about it, Qianqiao took a step back and kept a distance from the opponent, so as to ensure that if he hit someone, she would run away immediately.

"Where do you think I can go? I have an acre of land here, how can it be as wide as yours outside~"

As he spoke, Mo Yun took out a small knife out of nowhere, twirled it a few times between his slender fingers, and then slowly trimmed his nails with it.

Qianqiao watched him peel off his nails with a knife, and always felt that what Mo Yun really wanted to peel off was her head, so she took another step back indiscriminately.

"Cough, you misunderstood, I was going to retreat..."

"Oh...retreat, retreat is good~ half a year has passed as soon as you close your eyes~"

After hearing Qianqiao's explanation, Mo Yun's fingers only paused for a moment, and then began to trim his nails again.

"Look, look at what you said, hehe... Mo Yun, ah, no, it's senior Mo Yun, please sit down here, how tired you are standing, sit down and rest, I'll pour you a cup of tea to quench your thirst... "

Qianqiao was a little apprehensive about the knife in his hand, and when she was worrying about how to coax the ancestor, she caught a glimpse of the teapot on the table out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly had an idea, and asked Mo Yun to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea graciously.

(End of this chapter)