Urban Witcher

"Since you were recommended by Sister Rui, your character must be fine, so you can live with me at ease. When my brother comes back, he will definitely find a way to help you."

It's still like a sentence. However, when he thinks that he will live with a beautiful woman in the future, Ye Shaoyang can't help feeling a little charming in his heart.

Mu Qingyu's cell phone rang, and when she picked it up to look at it, Ye Shaoyang noticed a trace of complicated emotions flickering in her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and answered the phone.

"Someone will come over later." Putting down the phone, Mu Qingyu said to Ye Shaoyang, frowning slightly. "It's my...boyfriend. He's a bit weird. If you offend me, please take it for my sake and don't worry about it."

"Where is there." Ye Shaoyang perfunctory casually, curious in his heart, how could anyone say that about his boyfriend?

After a while, there was a knock on the door in the yard. Mu Qingyu went to open the door, then led a young man in and walked from a distance.

Ye Shaoyang looked over, the young man was dark-skinned, dressed in Miao people's clothes, in his early twenties, short, with a very ordinary appearance, that is to say, without any bright spots, his eyes were a little dark, even a little dark.

Is a scheming person. Ye Shaoyang thought to himself. This evaluation is definitely not a compliment.

"What a cabbage, it's a pig..." Ye Shaoyang said angrily. Such an ordinary person walking with Mu Qingyu doesn't match at all. If you think about it to the extreme, it's even a kind of blasphemy against her.

It's not that Mu Qingyu is so beautiful, but that ancient and elegant temperament, which is very unique.

"Should I let you, a pig, do it?" Guagua teased.

"roll!"

Guagua sat on the sofa, looked at the two people walking across, and said in a low voice:

"But it's true, Sister Qingyu, it's really strange why you like this kind of silk. Boss, he's not as handsome as you. If you have to choose one of the two, I'd rather choose you."

Ye Shaoyang stared at him fiercely with black lines all over his head, "In your eyes, can I only be compared with such goods?"

Two people come into the house.

The boy's eyes locked onto Ye Shaoyang immediately, with a stiff smile on his face, but his eyes were a bit unfriendly.

"This is Ye Shaoyang, my brother's friend, who came to visit my brother. This...is my boyfriend. You can call him Baoka. This is his Chinese name."

The two shook hands. Ye Shaoyang felt that his hands were very soft, especially the palms, which were softer than ordinary women, and his heart moved, this is also a wizard?

"Welcome to Eighteen Villages."

The three of them sat down, and Mu Qingyu made tea, not in high spirits.

Baoka chatted with Ye Shaoyang and asked about his background.

Seeing Mu Qingyu glance at him, Ye Shaoyang understood, made up an identity and dealt with it.

Seeing that he was not interested in talking, Baoka didn't ask too many questions. After chatting for a while, he got up to leave.

Mu Qingyu sent him out.

"How could you let him live in your house..." Baoka's voice came from the yard.

The voice is very small, but Ye Shaoyang's hearing is better than that of ordinary people, and he can hear clearly.

"He's my brother's friend, he came all the way here, I can't be rude." Mu Qingyu's voice was a bit cold.

Baoka said: "You can let him live in a hotel in the town, the conditions are better than yours."

"Our Miao village, since when did we have the rule of letting guests live outside? Are you letting someone poke my spine?"

"It's different, he's a Han Chinese..."

"What's wrong with the Han people? I'm also half Han."

Baoka snorted, "Because of this, I don't worry about you being with the Han people. Don't forget, what is your identity..."

"Okay, let's go, I don't care about my business."

Mu Qingyu closed the door, stood there for a while, returned to the main room, and smiled palely at Ye Shaoyang.

"Sister, does your boyfriend not welcome us?" Guagua asked as a child, without appearing abrupt.

"Don't worry about him, I welcome you."

Mu Qingyu forced a smile, and said to Ye Shaoyang, "If you go out, try to be careful. He is the son of the patriarch."

Ye Shaoyang was taken aback, "I don't understand, and I didn't mess with him."

"His mother eloped with a Han Chinese back then, so he has a bit of hatred for the Han people."

Ye Shaoyang shrugged, "Your town isn't full of Miao people, is it?"

"Of course there are Han people, but they have nothing to do with him, and he won't mess with them. You're different..."

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head, wondering what he had to do with him, and had an idea, could it be...he was afraid that he would abduct his girlfriend like the Han Chinese who abducted his mother?

Although it is a bit absurd, but for some reason, Ye Shaoyang is sure that these eight achievements are the truth, the key is that he is so handsome, it is only natural for him to feel ashamed of himself when he sees himself.

"I have a lot of rooms in my house, but they are all unoccupied. It has been raining and damp recently, so it's hard to clean up. You should live in my brother's room, ready-made."

Mu Qingyu led him into a bedroom, and at first glance it was a boy's room. There were several celebrity posters on the wall, the middle one being the largest one, it was a basketball player with his hands raised high, his imposing manner commanding the world.

There are four words like flames below: Son of the Chosen One.

"James, my brother's favorite star, do you watch basketball?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head, he didn't have time to watch basketball, but he seemed to have heard the name before, thinking that this star is also great, even the high priest of Miao Village in the border area is his fan.

Ye Shaoyang lived here, and later found out that Mu Qingyu opened a flower shop in the town, but because it has been raining recently, no one bought flowers, so he simply closed it.

Ye Shaoyang originally wanted to go out for a stroll, but because of the rain, there was no other way.

At noon, when Mu Qingyu went to the supermarket to buy vegetables and came back, Ye Shaoyang was also bored and helped him cook together.

"You can cook, and it's so delicious, I really didn't expect it."

Mu Qingyu tasted the sweet and sour pork ribs made by Ye Shaoyang and praised them greatly. "It seems that there are not many boys who can cook now."

"I don't like cooking at all," Ye Shaoyang shrugged, "I can't help it, my master is lazier than me. Ever since I went up the mountain, I've been the one who cooks, and I'll get used to it."

Thinking of that experience, Ye Shaoyang felt funny and helpless: Although Daofeng is so cool, he is also a lazy person, just like Qingyunzi. After I went up the mountain, I was responsible for cooking, and it was unpalatable at first. The three masters and apprentices all endured.

Later, Daofeng couldn't take it anymore, so he went down the mountain and bought a lot of cooking books, forcing himself to study, which was more serious than supervising his cultivation. Since then, his cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, even surpassing the speed of cultivation.

Mu Qingyu's dishes are light and delicious, with a Jiangnan taste. According to her, her mother taught them.

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