The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

In the end, crying and falling asleep, Xun Jian carried Mi Ai upstairs to sleep. When she came out, she met Xiao Ling'er who had just returned home. She looked at him and asked, "Is the godmother feeling bad?"

Xun Jian looked at Xiao Ling'er with tears in her eyes, and was also worried about Qiao Anhao, but still estimated Mi Ai's feelings.

He knelt down and patted Xiao Ling'er's head and said, "Well, it's hard."

"Don't blame the godmother for this matter. If you want to blame, blame those bad guys. They always want to hurt mother." When Xiao Ling'er said this, her tone was very calm, both in expression and tone, she was very similar to Lu Yisheng.

Exuding a faint killing intent and an inviolable arrogance.

Xun Jian felt distressed that Xiao Ling'er was too sensible and mature, and he said, "Ling'er is worried about mother."

Xiao Ling'er didn't speak, how could she not be worried, she shed tears when she came back, but she knew that crying was useless, so she immediately talked to her aunt on the phone.

"I've already asked my aunt to help. As long as I find out where my mother is, she won't live long!"

Xun Jian was a little surprised at the coldness in Xiao Ling'er's bones, but he also understood, and quickly accepted it, as if this was the Xiao Ling'er he knew.

For Xiao Ling'er, no one is more important to her than Qiao Anhao.

At this time, Lu Yisheng also rushed back, and Uncle Lin also heard about Qiao Anhao's kidnapping, so he immediately greeted him, "Master."

Lu Yicheng glanced at Uncle Lin, hummed and went upstairs. Xun Jian immediately went up to meet Lu Yicheng when he came back. The two went to the study, and Xiao Ling'er also went with him.

As for the other side

When Qiao Anhao woke up again, she found herself lying in an antique room with a faint smell of ambergris. She lifted the quilt and got off the bed, only to find that she was wearing a A lavender Hanfu with the breasts reaching to the waist.

Putting on the embroidered shoes that had been prepared a long time ago, Qiao Anhao came out only to realize that this was an attic, and the outside looked like a mansion lived by a wealthy family in ancient times. .

Qiao Anhao looked at this unfamiliar place with a strange atmosphere.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water in the room, Qiao Anhao looked back immediately, and saw a man with long hair standing up half up, wearing a blue Hanfu, he looked at her pursing his lips like a handsome young man.

That Danfeng looked at her calmly, with a long fan in his hand, he looked like a child from a family who had walked out of a painting, with an extraordinary bearing.

"You kidnapped me?" Qiao Anhao walked over without fear.

The man raised his eyes slightly, looked at Qiao Anhao carefully, and then said, "You are somewhat similar to her."

she?
Qiao Anhao frowned, her eyes turned cold, obviously she was referring to Wen Liang.

"so what?"

"Please come as a guest." The man was calm and unafraid, and made a cup of tea for An Hao. His knuckle fingers were not as wide as ordinary men, but rather slender.

Even in comparison, Qiao An felt that this man's hands were dozens of times more beautiful than hers.

Licking her lips, Qiao An knew that this man was unusual, and said bluntly, "Do you like my sister?"

"No, it's love."

Qiao Anhao chuckled, and looked at the man with a slight sarcasm. He loves Wen Liang, so he kidnapped her sister?
This love is probably a bit strange.