My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

That night.

Except for the eldest sister Wang Zhiqiu who was on a business trip in Wall Street, Country M.

As well as Wang Xinru who attended the party, and Wang Lele who went on tour southward.

The rest of the Wang family sat neatly in the hall.

Xie Shuiyao held the phone in her hands, her fists clenched tightly.

"How can I retreat in seclusion after my house is chopped up like this?"

Wang Yingying sneered: "Hurry up and change places."

“That mountain may become a popular check-in spot for internet celebrities in the future~”

"When we were going down the mountain, we ran into a lot of media and reporters."

"If it weren't for the military guarding it, all those who came here to see it would have flocked to the mountain long ago."

Suddenly her smile froze as she noticed her old father's sharp gaze.

"Third brother! I told you not to mess around, but you sneaked out!"

Wang Yuehao sat in the main seat with a stern face, his demeanor intimidating without even getting angry.

"You are getting more and more outrageous. Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by you."

Chen Hui brought the last dish and asked Aunt Lan to bring chopsticks.

"Okay, listen to what the third brother has to say about the situation over there first."

"How is Yu'er? Is she hurt?"

Although her son was with her, she was still a little worried.

"She didn't even have any skin injuries. She was well protected."

Wang Yingying wrinkled her nose, her tone undisguisedly resentful.

"Besides, she is already in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage. I think Xiao Ke must have given her many treasures in private. He is really biased."

Wang Ying's expression was slightly tense: "Xiao Ke wouldn't do that."

Wang Yingying shuddered when she met Wang Ying's oppressive gaze.

My goodness, the second sister is the most protective of her child and won’t let anyone say anything.

Wang Siqi tapped the table with her fingertips and looked out the window thoughtfully.

"Today is September 16th, and my brother's birthday is in half a month."

"That's right." Chen Hui smiled and covered her lips: "Celebrate well then."

Xie Shuiyao gave a wicked smile and poked Wang Yingying with her elbow.

"Don't tell the fifth and eighth sisters, let's see if they will come back."

"Haha, it's just as well that they don't come back."

……

Wang Xiaoke accompanied Mo Yanyu shopping and returned to the Mo family very late.

"After two whole months, I finally got to taste spicy lobster again. Home-cooked food is still the best!"

Under the dim street lights, Wang Xiaoke naturally held Mo Yanyu's hand.

"Your hands are so cold, do you need me to warm them up for you?"

Mo Yanyu coughed deliberately: "It's a dark and windy night, so it's normal to be a little cold."

Wang Xiaoke let out an "oh" and spiritual power surged into her palms, warming her cold little hands.

The two of them talked and laughed as they walked side by side into the manor and headed towards the courtyard where they lived.

Countless Mohist secret guards are hidden in the dark corners.

Like a transparent person.

Dozens of people watched helplessly and ate a lot of dog food.

It's hard.

The two of them returned to the courtyard together and came to the bedroom on the third floor.

As soon as Wang Xiaoke entered the room, he heard Mo Yanyu lock the door.

He was stunned: "Huh?"

Mo Yanyu smiled and walked over to sit on the sofa.

"I almost forgot. Aren't you going to explain what happened last time to me?"

"What is it?"

"Take Yan Rushui home to get treatment." Mo Yanyu's eyes were filled with deep jealousy.

Wang Xiaoke smiled guiltily and explained hurriedly.

"Doctors are kindhearted. Don't be angry with me. I didn't do anything..."

He pursed his lips, moved closer to Mo Yanyu, and hugged her tightly.

"You can't blame me for saving someone, right?"

"Really? You taught her to practice and gave her a poisonous pet. Do you think I don't know?"

Mo Yanyu snorted, crossed her legs, and took out a wooden stick from under the coffee table.

I don't know when this stick was put here.

Wang Xiaoke was sweating profusely: "Hey, what are you doing~"

"Come here, hold out your hand."

Mo Yanyu was playing with the stick, looking superior, and her tone was unquestionable.

"No, listen to my explanation. A poison cultivator needs a contracted poison, so I gave him a poison pet. Don't get me wrong."

"Besides, this stick doesn't hurt me when it hits me..."

"kindness?"

Mo Yanyu lowered her eyes and thought, then threw away the stick and took out the magic sword.

"The beating doesn't hurt, but the chopping should hurt."

Wang Xiaoke was stunned for a moment, and the sword light came directly towards him.

Mo Yanyu flipped her wrist and hit him on the head with the sword in a bluffing manner.

"Boom!"

[It’s a good start.]

Wang Xiaoke breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you trying to scare me?"

"Who told you not to listen?" Mo Yanyu retracted her sword.

She walked to the bed, undressed and looked back.

"Are you going to sleep next door, or here with me?"

Wang Xiaoke blushed: "Is there any need to ask? Of course I'll follow you."

Mo Yanyu changed into white pajamas and was suddenly hugged from behind.

"Grandpa Fox said that dual cultivation can improve your skills very quickly. How about giving it a try?"

Mo Yanyu's cheeks were rosy: "It was so long yesterday, aren't you tired?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled and shook his head. He had such a strong physique and almost endless energy.

Turn off the lights.

He kissed the corner of her lips gently, then carried her horizontally to the bed.

That night, the room echoed with sweet sounds, as if musical instruments were playing together.

Early in the morning.

Mo Yanyu raised her eyes dimly, and leaned into the other person's arms. She felt an indescribable pain all over her body, as if it was about to fall apart.

She groaned and pinched Wang Xiaoke's face: "Get up."

"I have a morning meeting, so I'll pack up and go downstairs."

"I do not."

Wang Xiaoke hugged her, looking reluctant: "Anyway, we have my second brother, it doesn't matter if you don't go."

Mo Yanyu frowned her pretty eyebrows, with a hint of doting in her eyes.

Stroking his hair like he was smoothing the fur of a wolf cub: "Be good."

"You haven't rested for two nights. You should take a break. Wait for me at home."