My wife is not a demon

Hei Ling sighed helplessly.

Chen Mu nodded, and said slowly: "We must hurry up, if we can find out this altar master Chen, everything will go much smoother."

……

After Hei Ling left, Chen Mu noticed the poor Yin Ming Wang tied up in the corner.

Looking at the attractive picture of the other party's weakness and impact, he was dumbfounded, swallowed as his throat rolled, and said, "You are so coquettish."

Chapter 235 Nine-Tailed Fox's Cultivation!

Green smoke curled up from the white copper censer, and on the low ebony table with the guzheng on it, there was a porcelain vase of flowers.

The color of the porcelain bottle is light and slender, and the mouth of the bottle is like a morning glory, just like a graceful girl, showing her elegant and attractive figure.

At this moment, Mr. Linghu used his clean hands to put the brightly colored flower branches in bit by bit.

He is a refined man.

The first thing in the morning after waking up is flower arrangement.

He likes this art, but he doesn't know too much about it, he just releases his comfortable mood based on his own feelings and hobbies.

Just like he likes a woman, he doesn't bother to understand her past.

If you feel like you like it, you will love it.

This kind of person lives comfortably and unrestrainedly, but he also lives very tiringly, because he always lives in a world where he makes his own rules.

Miss Xueyi is sitting under the eaves hall playing the piano.

She was only wearing a light gauze, and her skin under the twilight was pale, like a delicate crabapple flower blown by the wind in the early morning.

The sound of the piano was melodious, like a trickling spring, but Mr. Linghu frowned slightly.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

Miss Xueyi pressed her white hands gently on the strings, and asked softly.

Mr. Linghu said: "It sounds good."

"But you don't like it."

"Correct."

"Why?" Xueyi was a little puzzled, she obviously inherited the instinct of this body, why didn't she like to listen to it.

Mr. Linghu put a flower into the mouth of the bottle and said calmly, "Because you don't like playing the piano."

The woman is silent.

Yes, she really doesn't like playing the piano.

If it wasn't for this status, she would rather throw all the pianos in the house into the fire and burn them, or throw them to the prostitutes of the Jiaofang Division.

After Mr. Linghu finished speaking, he continued to arrange flowers, his expression was much more serious than before.

But Xueyi stopped playing.

She went into the kitchen to prepare today's breakfast.

After half a stick of incense, the flower arrangement is finally over. There are six flowers in total, matching the patterns and shapes on the vase, they are extraordinarily harmonious and beautiful.

Mr. Linghu carefully placed the vase on the cabinet next to the door in the bedroom.

If there were no messy flower pots around him, his position would be excellent, but unfortunately it just added some bloat.

Mr. Linghu looked at those flowerpots in disgust, his fists in his sleeves were clenched slightly.

"Come for breakfast."

It happened that Xueyi came out with the boiled chicken soup.

"Don't eat."

Mr. Linghu picked up the guzheng and walked out of the door, "Mr. You asked for leave today, I will take a class for him, you can eat by yourself."

Watching her husband go away, Xueyi stood for a long time holding the chicken soup, her expression indifferent.

After a long time, she returned to the kitchen.

The iron pot on the stove was still boiling boiling broth, Xueyi put her slender white hands into the boiling broth, just watching.

The pain was real, but she could bear it.

Gradually, the broth stopped boiling, and a layer of frost like coarse salt floated on it, so Xueyi picked up the broth and drank it.

Soup is delicious, delicious like her body.

After breakfast, Xueyi washed the pots and bowls, and continued to play the piano. She tried her best to like playing the piano, as long as she could impress her husband.

But halfway through playing the piano, a neighbor hurried over:

"It's not good, Mr. Linghu fell into the lake!"

Clang!

The strings are broken.

Xueyi got up and ran out of the yard.

The small courtyard fell silent until a figure climbed over the wall and entered.

Chen Mu glanced at the broken Guqin, and stepped into the house.

There is still a faint scent of broth in the room, but it is covered by the scent of flowers when you get closer. The corners of the tables and chairs are cleaned very cleanly, spotless.

Chen Mu's gaze was like a detector, carefully observing every corner of the room.

He came to the wall next to the door.

The four shallow marks on it are still there, Chen Mu felt them carefully with his fingertips, imagining the situation at that time in his mind.

He lay on the ground, searching for something carefully like a toad.

Finally, he made a discovery.

In the gap between the legs of the wooden chair, there was half a broken nail, and traces of rouge were still left on the nail.