The white moonlight gl

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Qingqing."

"uh-huh."

"I'm jealous." Facing Shang Feng Qingshui's astonished face, Mo Rantong licked his lips nervously, his voice was stiff.

"I don't like how Qingqing puts all her attention on other people."

Mo Rantong knew very well what kind of guy he was.She is cold-blooded, vicious and cruel, not afraid of killing, and jealous and petty.The Mohist's alternative training for her can be said to coincide with her nature.Even today, no matter how normal and cold she behaves, she is still rotten inside.

like now.She was very jealous of Gu Senmiao and Lie Hun.She was jealous that they could steal Qingqing's attention, so jealous that she wanted to destroy them.

Although this terrifying thought just passed by in a flash, and although she is sane, she would never do such a self-defeating thing, but...

"Puchi. Mo Rantong, are you kidding me? Are you jealous?" The pleasant female voice with a hint of coquettishness quickly dispelled the lingering haze in Mo Rantong's heart, and Feng Qingshui stretched out her slender Yuzhi poked Mo Rantong's forehead mercilessly, and lazily replied: "Then according to your logic, you can be jealous if I play a game, and you can also be jealous of a book?"

Mo Rantong seriously shook his head: "This is different."

"What's the difference? Aren't they just killing time and living happily?" The clear and clear phoenix eyes slightly curved, Feng Qingshui lightly smiled and took Mo Rantong's hand, interlocking her fingers, shaking it gently : "Don't think too much, I'm just a little curious about Lie Hun and the president, just like gossip."

"But…"

"There's nothing wrong with it, Tongtong has to believe in herself."

With a sly smile like a little fox, Feng Qing Shui said affectionately: "After all, I like Tongtong the most, Tongtong the most."

Mo Rantong's face flushed red.No way, this was the first time she heard Qingqing speak to her like this since they met again.

The earlobe was about to bleed, Mo Rantong moved his lips slightly, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I, I also like Qingqing the most, Qingqing the most."

"so."

Leading Mo Rantong to sit down on the sofa in the hall, Feng Qingshui's face was exquisite, her red lips opened and closed: "Why should Tongtong eat unnecessary jealousy, Tongtong occupies the position of my beloved and partner , isn't that enough?"

"As for the others, just like Tongtong likes to practice, like to slay demons and eliminate demons to help the righteous way, I like to play games, like to gossip, like to make friends, chat and play with friends, isn't this all normal?"

"But lovers are lovers and friends are friends. I won't confuse them."

Mo Ran's eyes flickered.

She knows that what Qingqing said is the truth, but she understands rationally, but emotionally, she still hopes that Qingqing can always focus on her, with only her in her eyes and heart, and always with her Together not apart.

She knew that her thoughts were pathological and greedy, so after a moment of silence, Mo Rantong said in a low voice: "I understand."

She will work hard to control her extremely dark heart, just because she wants this person to be happy, and she doesn't want this person to be disappointed or even hate her.

"Uh-huh."

When the figures of the two disappeared from the hall, outside the door, Qing Su looked at Qin Lian who was devastated, and raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you ready to give up?"

Qin Lian remained silent, Qing Su said again: "Do you want to go to the dark this way?"

Qinlian stared at him quietly, and after a while, she said dumbly: "Think? Who would want to go all the way to the dark like this? Are you not a masochist?"

But what can she do?what to do?Does she have other options?

Qingsu is speechless: "I really can't give up, or change two people to like?" Forgive him, he has never tasted the feeling of liking since his mother was single, so I really don't understand why Qinlian wants to torture herself like this .

Qin Lianmo.After a long time, she put her hand close to her heart, and said solemnly and piously: "My heart tells me, I can't."

Qingsu: "..."

"Yes, then you will have a crush on her until you die."

Rolling her eyes angrily, Qingsu conjured a basket of grapes out of thin air, holding them in her hands, stretched out a snake letter, and then said one by one: "Anyway, the lifespan of human beings is not long. With your cultivation speed, it will only take 600 years if you can count on it." It’s okay, I’ve been single until now, and I’m more than ten of you.”

The corner of Qinlian's mouth twitched, is this how it is calculated?

But five 600 years?

Is this too long?

...

Feng Qingshui didn't tell Mo Rantong about meeting a group of people who came to find fault. After all, in her opinion, those people were not enough to watch at all, they were just here to make a joke.

Sitting in Mo Rantong's exclusive seat chatting with Gu Senmiao, Liu Mengmeng and others, Feng Qingshui saw that Liu Mengmeng had been sending her news of the emperor's accident, raised her eyebrows, and thought, little sister, I know better than you There are a lot of them.

It's just that she can't say it.

...

From Gu Senmiao's message back to her, Feng Qingshui knew that Gu Senmiao really beat Liehun up yesterday.

After that, the two of them found a place to have a good talk.

Although the process and the final result were not satisfactory, Gu Senmiao said that he is much more relaxed now, and he is more calm when facing the fierce soul.

calm…

Feng Qingshui inexplicably felt that Gu Senmiao's so-called calmness probably meant letting go of himself in front of the fierce soul, revealing his true nature, and showing his well-hidden, stinky and ugly temperament to ten percent.

Holding her chin with one hand, Feng Qingshui looked towards a corner of someone who was practicing with her eyes closed on the futon, thinking: "What if I awakened the memory of my previous life, would I love this person more, or would I be discovering the truth of my previous life?" , after the person you like is not this person at all, how about leaving her and looking for the fate of the previous life instead?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Feng Qingshui couldn't figure it out, and felt that this assumption was too sad.

"I don't know what will happen to the president and Liehun in the end."

Muttering in a low voice, Mo Rantong, who just woke up from cultivation, heard Feng Qingshui's words, silently calculated, um, that one person and one ghost have a relationship.

When the weather is calm, time always goes by quickly.

One day, when Mo Rantong woke up early in the morning and shook Feng Qingshui up, and asked her about the results of the investigation, Feng Qingshui was completely confused.

"What investigation?"

Mo Rantong choked, then annoyed: "Qingqing! Three months!"

"Oh, oh, I remembered." Turning it out from a corner, about the three-month inspection period, Feng Qingshui's mouth twitched, a little dumbfounded.

"I said Mo Rantong, are you stupid? We are so close and you still think about the probationary period. What should I say about you?"

Mo Rantong was overjoyed in her heart, she couldn't help curling up her mouth, her moist pupils were filled with anticipation: "Then I passed it, right?"

"It's over, it's over long ago."

Pushing Mo Rantong impatiently, Feng Qingshui yawned, turned over and wanted to sleep: "Get up, don't disturb my sleep, I'm so sleepy."

"That's fine."

Gently kissing Feng Qingshui's eyebrows, Mo Rantong smiled: "Qingqing go to sleep, I'll make breakfast."

"Yeah, let's go, big silly hat."

Wen Sheng muttered, I have to say that the current Mo Rantong is more in line with Feng Qingshui's wishes and makes her like it.

After all, compared with the boring guy who couldn't say anything and was engaged in the cold war a few years ago, Mo Rantong is not only gentle and considerate, but also can talk about love, and the most important thing is that he can support her and keep her leisurely all the time get by!

That's right, Feng Qingshui has figured it out.

——If you can’t live in a big villa, then you can’t live there. If you can’t eat delicacies, then, then you don’t eat them. There are extravagant ways to live, and there are poor ways to live poorly.

Anyway, now that Mo Rantong can't be hungry and she can't be cold, she won't compare with the book "Urban Monster Catcher".

Grinding her silver teeth secretly, Feng Qingshui thought, she is really the kindest, most considerate and loving lover in the world.

She was about to be moved to tears by herself.

...

On this day, the small building on the second floor welcomed five rather special guests.

In the hall, Feng Qingshui sat next to Mo Rantong, looking at an old man on the opposite sofa, and a young man and woman standing quietly behind the old man.

Oh, and there are two little radish heads who are seven or eight years old, sitting obediently on the other sofa. They look like twins who are very similar to Mo Rantong.

It should be Mo Rantong's younger brothers.

Her eyes flickered, Feng Qingshui squeezed her throat, and just about to speak out to break the embarrassment, she heard Mo Rantong next to her, with a flat and cold voice: "Grandpa, parents, why are you here, what's the matter?" ?”

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Did this guy keep her from speaking on purpose?

"Hmph, can't you come if you don't have something to do, you unfilial descendant." The body of a cultivator is very good, so even though Grandpa Mo looks a little old, he is still full of energy and toughness.

He blew his beard and stared at Mo Rantong, and even Feng Qingshui was critically looked at by him.

Mo Rantong was silent and did not answer, her face was dull and calm, as if she was facing a cold dead thing, not her blood relatives.

"Xiaotong, what's the matter with you."

Looking at this daughter who hadn't been close to her since she was a child, looking displeased, Mo's mother, who seemed to be in her [-]th year, frowned, and said coldly: "Why don't you answer what your grandfather talked to you, the older you are, the more uneducated you are."

Beside her, the man who looked very handsome and young also lowered his face: "Little Tong, your grandfather made a special trip from the fairy mountain to see you!"

Mo Rantong's lips moved slightly, but finally remained silent.

Seeing this, Mom and Dad Mo, who felt that their authority was being challenged, turned dark.

Mo's mother said with a livid face: "Xiaotong, you have hard wings, don't you think we can't control you anymore, don't you? Let me tell you, even if you leave the family, I will still be your mother. Disciplining you is a matter of course."

Although Papa Mo didn't say anything, the meaning was obviously the same.

Mo's mother: "Look at what you look like now. You don't even have any etiquette education, and your vision is very bad. Just because of such a stupid woman, you choose to break with the family, Xiao Tong, do you know how many people you have disappointed? ?”

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Hey, she has such a bad temper, "Damn woman, are you capable of repeating what you just said to me again?"

What do you mean, just for such a stupid woman?

MMP, "If you want to teach Mo Rantong a lesson, just teach him a lesson honestly. You really want to get involved with me, are you looking for scolding?"

"Mo Rantong was born by you, so she deserves to be punished by you, but I am not....Dead woman, you look down on me, and I look down on you. If you belittle me, I will scold you....If you provoke me again, I will kill you."