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Chapter 113: Moody


Youyang saw that the man's smile was so beautiful, and thought that he must also have a handsome face.

If he took off the mask, his smile would probably eclipse the moonlight.

It's a pity that his face was disfigured.

She also experienced the same pain.

She I understand that feeling of collapse. at this time, She couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity for the man in black.

The man in black looked a little uncomfortable.

He covered his lips with a fist and coughed slightly, then said: "I heard you mentioned your godmother just now, she is my aunt."

"Ah, yes, we recognized each other half a month ago.

You two don't move around very often, so of course you don't know about it."

Youyang softened her attitude out of sympathy.

The man in black asked curiously: "Looking at the girl's age, she is probably already married.

Your husband is also here."

The corner of Youyang's mouth twitched, wondering if she was very old.

Why did she have to marry as a wife?

Although her actual age was in her twenties, her face somehow looked like that of a young girl, and it had not changed at all since ancient times.

Maybe it’s because the pollution-free water in ancient times nourished people.

She cleared her throat and lied: "No, I'm single."

The black man asked again: "Single reconciliation" "I'm still waiting in the boudoir."

Why does this man have so many questions?

He's such a gossip, he muttered melodiously.

"Then the girl must have a sweetheart."

The man in black seemed to have a hint of inexplicable emotion in his words.

"No, how about you introduce me to one" is really not ordinary gossip, but I can't sleep anyway, so I might as well tease him.

"What should a girl's ideal husband be like?"

the man in black asked curiously.

He was completely opposite to his previous character of cherishing words like gold.

He seemed to be particularly interested in the woman with a ghostly face in front of him.

Youyang frowned and thought for a moment, picturing the figure of a male god in her mind.

She likes the Korean oppa type, the national hottie type, and the domineering president type, but the one she can't stop wanting the most is the time before she traveled through time.

The kind of image that was portrayed on TV, so he laughed and said: "Wang Xiaojian is at home and Song Siming is out."

"Wang Xiaojian and Song Siming" the man in black obviously couldn't understand.

Youyang nodded solemnly.

He originally wanted to praise him with more handsome words, but then he thought that he must not understand.

In order not to bother to explain, he automatically omitted it.

"The girl knows quite a few men."

The man in black's tone seemed to have become a little cold.

Youyang waved his hand and said modestly: "Not many, not many, just a few dozen."

"Oh, the girl is really knowledgeable.

I have something to do.

Goodbye."

The man in black seemed a little angry, turned around and left.

The surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and frozen Youyang shivered twice, and hurriedly raised her voice and shouted: "You still".

Seeing the man looking back, he realized that this voice would definitely attract the guards of the villa, so the decibels suddenly dropped.

"I haven't said what your name is yet."

Without knowing the name, how could she tell whether Yunxuan had such a relative?

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However, how could she make this kid so angry and so moody?

It's hard to figure out how she and Li Ke are like brothers.

"I'll tell you girl next time."

The man ignored Youyang and disappeared into the night in a few steps.

"Tch, and next time, who is this girl?

You can meet her if you want."

Youyang muttered a few words to the black shadow, thinking that people in ancient times were really rude, coming and leaving whenever they wanted.

"Ha" Youyang breathed out.

After this, he felt sleepy.

He raised his eyes to look at the full moon in the sky, said good night to it and returned to the room.

The next day, Youyang was wrapped in a quilt and sitting beside the carved wooden bed, sneezing non-stop.

"Ah sneeze, ah sneeze" I haven’t learned anything else since I came to ancient times.

This ancient woman’s frailty is something I have learned vividly.

Isn’t it just that she was admiring the moon outside last night?

As for catching a cold?

Lamei came into the room just in time with face wash.

Seeing that Youyang's face was a little pale, she asked with concern: "Miss Fourth, what's wrong with you?"

Youyang tightened the quilt around her body, but she still felt extremely cold.

She shivered and said, "I'm very cold, and my body is very sore.

I probably caught a cold last night, ah sneeze."

Lamei probed Meiliang's forehead and said something.

"Miss Fourth, you have a fever" and hurriedly ran out of the room.

A bowl of dark medicinal juice was placed in front of him, and a bitter medicinal smell floated in the room.

Youyang hesitated whether to continue taking medicine.

He had been ill for four or five days in a row, but his head was still very heavy.

Isn't it just a cold?

In the past, she didn't take this kind of minor cold seriously, but now, this minor illness can torture her for four or five days, making her unable to eat or sleep well.

I don’t know if it’s because my health has gotten worse or because the medicine isn’t working.

It's better to drink it.

I heard that a severe cold in ancient times can kill people.

Between suffering and death, she chose suffering.

Who made her not have the courage to die.

Youyang pinched her nose and drank the medicine in one breath.

The bitter taste spread in her mouth, and her little face wrinkled up.

"Tsk, tsk, this is a good medicine for treating illnesses, not poison to kill you.

Why is your face wrinkled like a bun?"

Yun Xuan hugged his shoulders and looked at the man who was in great pain with a half-smile.

Youyang rolled her eyes at Yunxuan and said, "Try taking a sip.

It really doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk."

Yun Xuan touched his nose and said, "Who told you to stay up late at night and go out to admire the moon like others?

The dew is the heaviest in autumn, so it would be weird not to catch a cold."

"You're a really competent brother.

My sister was sick and I didn't hear you asking for help.

You actually added insult to injury."

Youyang muttered, her teeth itching.

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Yunxuan said again funny:.

"I'm going down the mountain right away.

I'm really worried about you looking so sick."

Youyang smiled, quite satisfied with Yun Xuan's attitude.

"I finally heard a human word that you care about me, but what are you doing down the mountain?"

"There are some problems in the business in the south.

Dad asked me to deal with it.

I will probably come back by the end of the year.

You can take good care of yourself at home.

I don't want my new sister to turn into yellow dust when I come back."

Yun Xuan He spoke seriously.

"Are you telling me this?"

It was obviously Chi Guoguo's curse.

"Oh, it seems that this medicine was in vain.

My meaning is so obvious, you are so sick that you can't even hear it."

Yunxuan smiled with a look on his face.

Youyang picked up the medicine bowl next to her and smashed it into Yunxuan's handsome face.

"Go away and never come back."

Now in a hurry, now in a hurry, Yunxuan nimbly dodged the medicine bowl and ran away.

Looking at Yun Xuan's back as he ran away from the door, Youyang had a proud smile on his lips, but then he remembered something.

"What's wrong, I forgot to ask about the real thing."

Alas, this head must be really burned out.

As night fell, I took a walk on the cobblestone path.

I had a serious cold this time, and I finally got better after drinking bitter water for half a month.

When passing the lotus pond, she remembered the mysterious man in black that night.

She didn't even have time to ask Yunxuan if he had such a relative, and Yunxuan left.

Fortunately, the man in black never appeared again, nor did he do anything detrimental to Murong Villa.

Maybe he was really the nephew of his godmother

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