Seeing a well-behaved doll sleeping in the soft couch, with that delicate face, cute and innocent sleep, she couldn't help but smile: "The child is so cute."
Leng Shuang blocked her sight without a trace, and said in a cold voice, "Since Miss Yun is a guest, it is better not to walk around in the mansion. After all, this is Feng Mansion, but not every place is accessible to guests. "
"We're not going to eat the pastries, Miss Yun, please come back!" Bai Qingcheng also said from the side, his expression was faint, obviously like Leng Shuang, and he didn't have a good impression of the people living in Feng Mansion.
Upon hearing this, the white-clothed woman smiled slightly, as if she didn't care: "Okay! Then I'll go back first." After that, she didn't stay anymore, but turned and left.
After watching her leave, Bai Qingcheng hesitated, and then asked, "Leng Shuang, the master hasn't returned yet. Could something happen to the person whose surname Yun has been with the Hell Lord?"
Since this woman named Yun came here, even if they were cold-eyed, she has always been gentle and indifferent. Although this person does not see the slightest danger in her body, she sometimes still feels faintly uneasy in her heart.
"Worry that Hell will see her?"
Leng Shuang asked blankly, glanced at Bai Qingcheng, and said, "He has only the master in the eyes of the Lord, and other women have no chance. Although she often walks in front of the Hell, she does not dare to show any other thoughts. Come, as long as she is moved, even if the master has not returned, the hell will send her away."
She looked at this woman not pleasing to her eyes, but it was because she seemed to be wearing a perfect mask, she was always tepid, even if they treated each other coldly, she kept smiling and didn't care.
Thinking that the master was not in the mansion, this woman did not live in Ling Mansion and came to their Feng Mansion, and she hadn't even realized that she was a guest.
After listening to these words, Bai Qingcheng relieved his heart and said, "Then I will go ahead and have a look. The little master is asleep, you can take him into the room to sleep!"
"Yeah." Leng Shuang replied, watching her leave, and then holding the sleeping little guy into the room. After putting the child on the bed, she sat on the bedside and practiced.
The master is not at home, and the little master is looked after by her. The Hell Lord occasionally comes to see the child and will leave soon. As for people like the woman surnamed Yun, she will not let her approach the child. .
All the way to the courtyard, after returning to the small courtyard room where she lived, the smile on the face of the woman in white disappeared as soon as the door was closed. She was sitting at the table and drinking tea, her beautiful eyes were cold and sharp. , How can there be the slightest original gentle and gentle appearance?
As for the other side, in Tiandan Building
Xuanyuan Moze sat on the soft couch in the attic and rested with his eyes closed. When he heard the sound of knocking on the door, he called, "Go in."
"Hell Lord." Leng Hua walked in.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze opened his eyes, looked at Leng Hua, and asked, "Did your master send any news back?"
Leng Hua shook his head: "Not yet." I don't know how many times this is the Hell's inquiry, but there is still no news.
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze seemed to have known it a long time ago, his expression remained the same, and he did not show any disappointment. He just slowly closed his eyes and continued to ask, "Is everything normal in the Tiandan Tower recently?" Feng Jiu Without it, he naturally had to take care of her property.