Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

The breeze blows, and the leaves on the bamboo joints rustle.

The room was quiet for a moment. Shen Xixi held the teacup's hand for a moment and looked at the mountain ghost with inquiry in her eyes.

"Master, what do you say?" Shen Xixi slowly lowered her voice as she slowly shook the tea cup and looked at the rolling water.

"It's nothing... I just think that Miss Shen is so gentle and virtuous, and Mr. Fu is really lucky." With a slight snort, Shan Gui didn't say anything more. From the look of her, she seemed to know nothing about the practices of the Fu family and the Shen family.

"Young master's praise."

"It's getting late, girl, please go back early!" Not wanting to see the affection on her face anymore, the mountain ghost ordered him to be kicked out with a cold face.

"Thank you for the hot tea, sir." Looking up at the darkening sky outside the window, Shen Xixi stood up, gave a salute, and walked away.

"More, Miss Shen, do you know... The Fu family announced that they will hold an engagement banquet in half a month!"

Just as he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered Shangui's words behind him, causing Shen Xixi to stop.

"Guess? Whose is it?" The long legs were crossed and he glanced sideways at Shen Xixi. A mysterious smile appeared in the mountain ghost's eyes.

On the way back, Shen Xixi quickened her pace and returned to Yuelao Temple in less than half an hour.

"Sister Xixi, are you back? I've been waiting for a long time." Seeing Shen Xixi return, Yin Shuang, who was sitting at the threshold, stood up quickly and raised the peach blossom note in his hand towards her.

"I was so fascinated by the beautiful scenery in the backyard that I forgot about time." With a slight smile, Shen Xixi took the peach blossom paper in Yinshuang's hand, leaned down and picked up the brush beside her.

"Can I do it myself?" She looked up and saw Yin Shuang frowning and biting the end of her pen. Shen Xixi walked to her side, thinking that there were some words she couldn't write.

"I don't know what to write, slave?" She lowered her eyes and looked at the slender peach-red flower paper. Yinshuang's face was full of confusion. Should it be written about Brother Erniu? Or...where's Monk Jun?

"Well, just write down the first person who comes to mind." Shen Xixi gave a suggestion after groaning.

"okay!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Shuang closed her eyes tightly and began to think seriously.

Seeing this, Shen Xixi slowly closed her eyes.

In the darkness, that charming red color bloomed quietly!

Long eyelashes flickered, Shen Xixi opened her eyes suddenly, her breath was ruffled, and her heart was beating hard.

After adjusting her breathing and looking at Yinshuang who was still thinking about it, Shen Xixi lowered her head and wrote on the peach blossom paper without any hesitation.

Then he picked up the red silk on the side and passed it through the hole on the peach blossom note. He walked straight to an inconspicuous trunk under the tree and tied the red silk in his hand.

"Sister Xixi, you are so fast. It seems that you have already thought about the candidate!" Behind him, Yin Shuang walked over slowly with the red silk in his hand and tied his heart to the thickest one. On top of the branches.

"Let's go!" Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Xixi led the people to her residence, ignoring the joke in Yinshuang's tone.

The sky was dark, dark clouds were covering the sun, and there was constant thunder, fearing that there was going to be heavy rain.

After returning to her residence and having dinner and bathing, Yinshuang went to the Luohan couch to sleep. She said she was too tired from walking in the afternoon and was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes.

In the middle of the night, there was strong wind, lightning and thunder, and the long-brewing heavy rain finally came.

Shen Xixi sat in front of the desk with her coat on. An oil lamp was lit on the table. With the faint light, Shen Xixi leaned over and kept writing and drawing on the rice paper.

There was a "bang", lightning illuminated her focused profile, and raindrops hit the window coffin, adding a bit of terror to the midnight.

After finishing the last stroke, Shen Xixi threw down the brush, rolled the letter paper into a column, and put it into the bamboo tube aside.

Putting the bamboo tube into her sleeve, Shen Xixi blew out the oil lamp and slowly returned to the bed.

*

In the Hou Mansion, Li Wanrou looked at Cui Qiao who was kneeling on the ground, her eyes dim.

"Where's the stuff?" Li Wanrou's mean voice sounded when she thought that this girl had something for her.

"Slave... I want to be Third Master's aunt!" Following the voice, Cuiqiao trembled, slowly raised her head and looked at Li Wanrou, and said with a trembling voice.

"Okay, can you negotiate terms with me?" After looking her up and down, Li Wanrou sneered, with a mocking look in her eyes.

"I don't dare. It's just that I'm infatuated with the third master and beg my wife to fulfill my wish." Listening to Li Wanrou's sharp and harsh laughter, Cui Qiao knocked her head on the ground, her voice became louder and louder, but she refused to give in.

"Okay, I promise you, but... if what you give me is not worth it, you know the consequences of cheating on me!" A mere aunt. Li Wanrou naturally didn't care. For a family like theirs, it was normal for a man to have multiple people in his room.

Besides, this was the condition she promised to Cui Qiao!

"Thank you, madam, please take a look, madam!" Seeing Li Wanrou agreeing, Cui Qiao couldn't help but feel a surge in her heart. She didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

After wiping her sweat-soaked palms, Cui Qiao took out a handkerchief from her chest and handed it to Li Wanrou.

Putting the handkerchief in her hand and opening it, Li Wanrou frowned as she looked at the dark and heavy black iron block in her palm.

"You fool me!"

"I don't dare, slave. This was found in the third mistress's room. It was hidden in a hidden box beside the bed. It must be an extremely important thing." Seeing Li Wanrou's doubtful expression, Cui Qiao couldn't help but defend herself, feeling panicked in her heart. Incessantly.

"That's all, ask Mr. Hou to come over. You go back first."

Looking at Yin Shuang's pale face, Li Wanrou pondered for a while, and then asked someone to take him down, preparing to wait for the Marquis to come and take a look before making a decision.

After half a stick of incense, the person sent to invite Fu Minghe hurried back.

"What? The Marquis is busy?" Li Wanrou picked up the unfinished embroidery bag on the side, raised her head and glanced at the flustered servant, and spoke lazily.

"Master Hou... is at Aunt Hong's side." After a moment of hesitation, the maid lowered her head and replied.

"When did the Marquis come back?" When she heard that the Marquis went to Yuqiong Garden, Li Wanrou's eyes darkened and her hands followed suit.

Today she was discussing marriage with the Shen family. She was afraid of disturbing the Marquis, so she didn't send anyone to the front yard to check, thinking that the Marquis had not returned home yet.

"The Lord Marquis came back in time and stayed in Yuqiongyuan. It is said that Aunt Hong... fainted..."

"Bitch!" Before the maid could finish speaking, Li Wanrou had already stood up angrily, and her half-embroidered purse was slammed to the ground.

"Madam, calm down." Facing the furious Li Wanrou, the servants in the room did not dare to say anything and knelt on the spot.

Aunt Liu was away at home to visit her relatives, and they really couldn't quell the madam's anger.

"You're fine, why did you faint? Go and check for me!" With her chest rising and falling continuously, Li Wanrou clenched her silver teeth and ordered the people around her fiercely.

"Yes." With an urgent response, the maid quickly stood up and left the room, going to investigate the cause of Aunt Hong's fainting.

"Get out of here~" Seeing the maid fleeing away, Li Wanrou's eyes became even more irritated, and with a low growl, she drove everyone out of the room.

On the other side of Yuqiong Garden, the atmosphere was much warmer. The red gauze bird leaned against Fu Minghe's broad chest, its fingers slenderly hooked on Fu Minghe's big hand and clasped on his flat belly. Like a silver bell

"Master Marquis, do you like boys or girls?"