The villain of the last days, she has a prosperous beauty

Chapter 65

Early in the morning, Su Yao had just gotten up to tidy up her clothes and appearance when she saw Qin Mo tiptoeing in front of her door.

Su Yao opened the door and looked at Qin Mo meaningfully: "Have you had enough time?"

"Sister, are you awake? Brother, I have already ordered meals on the first floor opposite, please move."

"What did you say?"

"My lord."

"... Put away your flamboyant dog legs, tell me, which girl did you fall in love with last night! Or did you get a girl pregnant."

Qin Mo: "..."

"No, I just wandered around the Cheng's house and didn't do anything!" Seeing Suyao's look of 'you think I'll believe you', Qin Mo gritted his teeth: "I found out that the Hua family's heir is in the Cheng's house. "That baby is old and miserable!
"Well. Let's go!"

"Go...where?"

"first floor."

"It might rain today."

"You don't have an umbrella?"

"Yes!" How could he not afford an umbrella.

Looking at the delicious dishes on the table, Su Yao looked at Qin Mo numbly: "Do you not know my habits? Or do you not know my taboos?"

"Is this the best here? That kind of food with aura is too extravagant..."

Suyao looked at the dishes on the table, at least there were seventeen, eight or twenty: "Eat them all, there is not a drop of soup left, and I lick all the dishes clean."

Qin Mo suddenly looked at Suyao in astonishment, and instantly showed a pitiful look: "...I can't finish eating..."

"How much more can you order if you can't finish it? Eat it all."

Qin Mo looked at Suyao eagerly, and his watery eyes kept accusing Suyao, as if Suyao had committed some great crime, which was too much for the heavens to tolerate.

Qin Mo ate for two hours, and there was still half the table left: "I can't eat any more!"

"Is it tasty?"

"……good to eat."

"Then eat them all."

"……tastes bad?"

"It's not delicious, why did you order so much? You think I have too much money, so I burn too much?"

"No. I was wrong, and I dare not do it again!" Qin Mo blinked, vividly interpreting the harmlessness of humans and animals.

"Let's go, go to Cheng's house and see that child."

"Oh."

When Su Yao led Qin Mo out of the first floor, the sky had already started to drizzle, and there was a feeling that it was going to rain more and more.

Pedestrians on the road began to run, wanting to return to their safe haven before the heavy rain came.

A red umbrella appeared in Suyao's hands out of thin air. The umbrella surface was bright red, and several black skull heads were painted on it.The skeleton is pitch-black, with golden talisman seals engraved on it, giving off an inexplicably dangerous aura.

This is Hong Ying, one of Su Yao's magic weapons!

The continuous drizzle has turned into a drizzle of drizzle, and the raindrops are dripping on the umbrella surface, and the tick-tock is clear to the ears!
Seeing Suyao who was gradually going away, Qin Mo was full of resentment, quickly took out his little flower umbrella and hurriedly chased after him.

"Master, do you still want to go to Cheng's house?"

"Ah."

Before Suyao and Qin Mo reached the gate of Cheng's house, they saw two servants throwing a seven or eight year old boy out!
The little boy was beaten all over his body, his skin was ripped apart, and he was thrown on the road by his servants with bruises all over his body!

The rain fell mercilessly on his body, and the thin and torn clothes were wet and pasted on his body, and the wound washed by the rain looked particularly hideous.

The bright red blood mixed with the rainwater and smeared under his body.

The hair is messy and has not been washed for many years like a chicken coop, and the dirty black water is flowing on the ground.

A small face was covered with hideous scars, one by one entangled on his face, looking promising and terrifying.

His skinny body was lying on the ground dying, perhaps because of the torture, his body was still shaking.

A pair of dark eyes were full of mist, he bit his lower lip tightly, his dark eyes seemed to swallow the whole world...

"Master, he is the heir of the Hua family." Qin Mo couldn't bear to glance over.

Holding an umbrella, Su Yao walked up to the boy step by step.

"Take him with you."

Qin Mo looked at Su Yao who turned and left in disbelief: "..." He is still a child!Still a child!This insane Lord Lord!It is simply outrageous not to treat him as a child, and to call him to death.

Qin Mo reluctantly took back his little flower umbrella, then picked up the child dissatisfied, and chased in the direction of Su Yao.

What no one knew, the moment the child saw Qin Mo put away his umbrella, his eyes were particularly shocked and alert.

"My lord, wait for me." Qin Mo didn't care about the boy on her back at all, and ran over with a whimper.

The child gritted his teeth tightly, his whole body ached and didn't make a sound.

"Put him on your bed."

"Why did you put it on my bed?" Qin Mo looked at Su Yao aggrievedly, he was still a child, so it's possible that he was made to sleep on the floor, he was still growing.

Su Yao looked at Qin Mo with a half-smile: "What do you mean?"

"Let Xiaoer serve a bowl of light porridge."

"Oh." Qin Mosheng turned and left without love, and closed the door behind him.

Under the vigilant gaze of the little boy, two fingers touched his forehead: "I have a fever."

A elixir was taken from the space, Suyao got half a bowl of water, broke off a third of the elixir and threw it in.

After the elixir was completely melted, Su Yao gently helped the little boy up, and slowly drank it down.

"My lord, do you want to invite him a doctor?" Qin Mo asked as he pushed the door open.

"No, take out one of your clothes and give it to him, and ask Xiao Er to boil a bucket of water to wipe his body."

Qin Mo groaned, and dragged out a pile of clothes from the space: "Are these enough?"

"Did you wear it?" How could you be so willing?
"How is it possible, how can you look down on me so much." Qin Mo retorted angrily, "These are clothes that I have treasured for many years, and I am reluctant to wear them myself."

"That navy blue one."

Qin Mo followed Su Yao's line of sight to look at the navy blue clothes, and felt a sudden pain in his heart, it was made of fine thousand-year-old ice silk.

"My lord's eyes are so good..."

"Heh! You can take the rest back, just settle for a while, and buy them for him again when the rain stops."

Qin Mo: "..." How much do you dislike my clothes?Will it be done?These clothes of his are unique and priceless, okay?
Qin Mo put his clothes back silently, then turned around and went out, and brought in a hot water after a while.

"My lord, let me wipe it for him." How can such a trivial matter tire the master.

"You put it down, I'll wipe it for him." This kid was careless, let him do it, wouldn't it make people suffer?

"...I'll do it." He has never enjoyed the master wiping him, how could it be cheap.

(End of this chapter)