First daughter mad concubine: the best baby rascal

Back then when she was bored, she would go to some romance novel websites, read some dog-blood time travel novels, and concluded that eight out of ten female pig feet are hardworking and magical, and nine out of ten male pig feet are born with good luck.

Now, does she have the right time, place and people?It's all at this point, even if it's not the original female pig's feet, kick the female pig's feet away and climb up to the position.Those who work hard are just floating clouds, as long as there is no confidante who will die.

Of course, things are unpredictable, aren't they?Otherwise, she, a genius hacker, wouldn't be shot by a psychopath.

In the final analysis, strength is the last word.

Fortunately, Yu Qianqian has a good sense of direction, so with the help of passers-by, it is not difficult to find the place to go.

Looking at the second-tier tea tube in front of me, are the pastries here really that delicious?

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Upstairs sat a pair of master and servant by the window, the standing maid was about eight or nine years old with expressionless faces, and the sitting master was a pretty doll, happily eating pastries.

"Miss, it will be troublesome if you let the master know." The girl said in a calm tone.

Mo Yan'er didn't know whether it was amused or annoyed, looking at the expressionless Qingyue in front of her eyes, she felt speechless.Qingyue is her personal maid, she is three years older than her, but she handles things with ease, and she has a deep heart for Mo Yan'er.

However, I guess I searched the whole of Dongyi, and I couldn’t find a maid who was as cold as her family. It’s okay to be expressionless, but she looks like June Feixue in a word, and she doesn’t look like a servant girl at all. Girlfriend is about the same.

"Qingyue, don't say this every time, okay, you will make me very depressed." Mo Yan'er rolled her eyes: "Also, my father is not so cruel, I am only five years old, he Don’t dare to serve my family law.”

Qingyue stood beside Mo Yan'er without raising the corners of her eyes: "When the master asks questions, the servants will be able to explain."

Look, this is her good servant girl, she keeps a hand in everything, and can protect herself wisely when necessary.

"I said you don't have to be so rigid, okay?" Although the five-year-old Mo Yan'er is a daughter, she has inherited good genes from the family and is taller than ordinary children.

Wiping his mouth, Mo Yan'er took the tea from Qingyue.But the girl suddenly dodged, and flew out with a sound of searching!

"Who?" With a cold snort, Qianqian only felt a tightness on her neck, and a small hand pressed against her neck, and a little force could strangle her to death!

Yu Qianqian heard the conversation between their master and servant clearly, such an interesting master and servant.

She couldn't help snickering, but she didn't want to be grabbed by the neck suddenly.So when she saw Mo Yan'er turned her head, there was a smile on her face, but there was also horror, and it was funny on her face.

"Baby, what are you laughing at?" Mo Yan'er looked at Yu Qianqian who was a head shorter than her in front of her. Well, she likes big eyes, white skin, she likes it, and small mouth, she likes it even more, so she decided to forgive her.So she waved her hand like a little adult, and the girl hurriedly let go and stepped aside, standing respectfully!

Yu Qianqian looked at the little kid in front of her who called her a doll...