I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Although Young Master Jieyou is a member of the martial arts world, he may not care that much about this male and female defense, but he shouldn't care at all. Such an intimate gesture, even between husband and wife, would not be easy to do in front of outsiders, but he hugged her without any scruples, right under the nose of his cousin.

Wenjia didn't know why he suddenly had such courage, and he rushed out and shouted at Mr. Jieyou.

Mr. Mo just glanced at him indifferently, turned around and walked away without even saying a word.

"Put down my Yin Yin!" Wen Jia's blood was boiling, but his skills were not worthy of his blood, so he was carried back by the scruff of his neck.

"That's almost enough, Mr. Wen Dalang." Wei Lan leaned into his ear and whispered: "The last person who talked to the young master like this had his body fed to wolves. If you feel that you still have more to say, then I will send you back. How about going to the fighting arena and saving us the trouble of doing it ourselves?"

Wen Jia's momentum immediately weakened, but she still argued hard: "But that's my sister-in-law! She wants to get married, and the family is already looking after her!"

Wei Lan laughed in a low voice: "Are you talking about that Zhou Qi? He can't even compare to my young master, how can he be worthy of Mrs. Luo?"

"But he is willing to marry Yinyin and give her the title of his wife!" Wen Jiayi spoke sternly, feeling that he had never been so clear-headed as before: "Where is your young master? Not counting Qionghua Sword Meng Nuxia, There are so many confidantes rumored in the world, I’m afraid I can’t even count them, right?”

Meng Luo's death is a secret, and of course Wei Lan cannot make it public, but she must also say something fair for the young master: "Actually, my young master has always been clean and self-sufficient, and the rumors outside are not true..."

"So what?" Wen Jia has been hanging out in the market since he was a child. When he heard Wei Lan's explanation in a low voice, a certain acupuncture point in his heart suddenly became clear, and he seemed to understand something in an instant.

His savior was a subordinate of Young Master Jieyou and a well-known Chaoyun Jianlan young hero in the world. And who am I? I usually claim to be a Wuling Ranger, but in fact I am just a young bastard who has accomplished nothing. How on earth can I get people to treat me differently, and even go out of my way to talk to me carefully? Explain your son's private affairs?

If something goes wrong, it must be a monster. The key to the matter, of course, lies in his pretty little cousin.

Thinking of this, most of his previous embarrassment and restraint immediately dissipated, and he concentrated on planning for his cousin.

By the way, when Mr. Jieyou picked up his little cousin just now, she didn't seem to have any intention of rejecting her. Looking back on the previous gambling arena, the two of them were too close to each other. Occasionally they looked at each other, and there seemed to be something in them. An unclear friendship. In short, Yinyin is much closer to others than to her cousin, and if she doesn't protect her, it's because the man is in love and the concubine is interested.

In this case, of course, as my elder brother-in-law, I have to play my due role and fight for my little cousin. Hey, he had no intention of selling his sister for glory, but when he thought that the famous Mr. Jieyou might become his brother-in-law, he felt that his blood was racing, his face was red, his heart was hot, and his whole body was full of energy.

"Do you know that our Wen family has a ancestral motto that the girls in the family will never take anyone as a concubine?" His back was straight and his eyes were pure, just like the bear who hugged Wei Lan's thigh and cried with tears after escaping from death. Son, they are completely different: "My eldest father has said that Yin Yin must also abide by this rule!"

It was a coincidence that Master Mo carried Luo Qianhuai away and Wei Ying and other personal guards chased after him. Only Wei Lan was left behind to grind his teeth with Wen Jia.

If it were Wei Ying, he would probably have a tit-for-tat argument with him, and if he got angry, he might even start to clean him up, but the one in front of Wen Jia now is Wei Lan.

Luo Qianhuai snatched his life back from the realm of certain death. After knowing the difference between Mr. Mo and Mrs. Luo, he was more happy than anyone else to see her become his mistress.

If conditions permit, we must try our best to bring her together. If conditions are not available, we will create conditions to help her up.

So Mrs. Luo, her cousin who holds the same attitude, seems particularly pleasing to the eye at the moment.

Rumo's long hair hung down from his shoulders and slipped into Luo Qianhuai's neck. His breath was filled with the cool and elegant fragrance of cold plum.

Looking from bottom to top, the skin exposed in the collar is as white as jade, a clean-shaven light blue beard is faintly visible on the chin, the high bridge of the nose is as straight as a gallbladder, and the drooping phoenix eyes are Reflecting her face.

It's like being in a dream, completely unreal.

Luo Qianhuai didn't know what he was thinking, so he almost unconsciously stretched out his hands. The person holding her was stunned for a moment, then slowly bent his usually straight neck, allowing her to wrap his arms around her tightly.

"Sir, how did you find this place?" she asked in a daze.

"... Xijing is such a big place, is it difficult to find you?" Mr. Mo's voice was extremely soft.

Luo Qianhuai didn't think much about it. In her mind, Mr. Mo's men were really powerful and it wasn't difficult to find her. However, Wei Ying's feet suddenly staggered.

They mobilized Xijing's manpower and all the secret wires, and screened almost the entire Xijing. Several people who were involved in the underground secret door business were blamed. Isn't this difficult?

Naturally, Wei Ying's movement could not be hidden from Mr. Mo. He kept walking and only glanced sideways slightly. Wei Ying understood what he meant. He turned around and asked someone to pass the order out. He was secretly worried about what happened to Zuijin Cave. This sudden disaster made me sigh endlessly.

Not long after they reached the end of the long street, someone had already prepared a carriage. Mr. Mo held Luo Qianhuai in his arms and got on the carriage and sat down. He did not get out himself, but directly ordered others to set off.

"Master, please let me go." Luo Qianhuai's body was so weak that he couldn't break free from his control, so he couldn't help but beg in a low voice.

Mr. Mo didn't answer, but the force holding her seemed to be stronger than before, making her breathless.

"Young Master?" She was a little confused, but she couldn't ask, so she could only find another excuse: "We are so inconsistent with etiquette, so we must not damage the good reputation of the Young Master."

"I have never cared about reputation or anything else." Mr. Mo's eyes revealed a teasing look: "On the contrary, I have disturbed your good relationship with Mr. Zhou Qi tonight. Will Yin Yin blame me?"

"I didn't want to go to the lantern market with Mr. Zhou Qi." Luo Qianhuai expressed his true thoughts: "But my eldest father, eldest mother, uncle and aunt all hope that I can have fun at the lantern festival. If I agree to let If he can make them feel at ease by accompanying them, then why wouldn’t I do it?”

For some reason, as soon as she said these words, the previously harmonious atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became cold and dull.