Eighty-first bowl of soup (7)

Qing Huan bent over and squeezed Mo Ze's small face, he tilted his head to look at her curiously. Qinghuan smiled at him. At this moment, there was a commotion not far away. They subconsciously looked over, only to see the crowd gradually disperse, and walked over to a long young man in a black suit.

Bo Xizhi and Bo Youan have grown well enough. The men of Yi Xiaodie are good enough.

But they are still inferior to this young man. This is the legendary person who can eat anywhere with only his face. Qinghuan who has seen countless beautiful men has to admit it. To be honest, she has lived for so long, and time is no longer a concept. Only Nan Shuang was compared with this young man.

This is a kind of beauty beyond gender that cannot be described in words. The expressions of people around are the best answers. As long as you stand there, do not speak or act, as long as you exist, it will be the most conspicuous.

She is not an ordinary person, so naturally she will not be fascinated by beauty. However, the expression in Yi Xiaodie’s eyes made Qing Huan very curious. She looked at the young man intently, her eyes sparkling, and Qing Huan stared at Yi Xiaodie’s eyes unknowingly. I don’t know when, Yi Xiaodie and the young man’s eyes. With the intersection-maybe in the crowd, Yi Xiaodie's sight is the most moving? Otherwise, how to explain that he saw her at a glance? To know that this young man is so good-looking, there is never lack of love and following.

Yi Xiaodie was very excited. She never concealed her love for beautiful men, especially after she arrived in this world, her talent made her life like a fish in water. She didn't have to do anything, as long as she was a man, she couldn't escape her palm. The teacher loves her most. Before the exam, she can know what questions will be tested on the paper. When she goes to the supermarket to buy things, the male cashier will take the initiative to give her a discount. If she has no money, she can let a man go on the street. Willingly take out his wallet.

She doesn't need to work hard or worry at all, so she can live very well. This is something no one can do, but Yi Xiaodie is far from satisfied. She still wants more, she wants better.

It was like when this young man appeared, the first time she saw him, she felt the inevitable thought. When her eyes looked over, the other party was completely unavoidable, and when the two of them met, she could let him come over and talk to herself. Coupled with physical blending-how could there be a man in this world that she can't control?

It's a pity that it's not the original world, and the monk's power has been weakened a lot, otherwise she doesn't need to use her body to control it urgently, and she has to come every two or three days.

I don’t know what Qinghuan Yi Xiaodie is thinking about, but she knows that this young man is attracted to Yi Xiaodie for some reason. She has watched Yi Xiaodie for a long time and she doesn’t know the difference between the other party. only……

The young man was tall and long in legs. A few steps came to Yi Xiaodie. Qing Huan stood not far away. Taking advantage of the time when the young man walked here, she gave Mo Ze a look. The little fat man immediately understood what she meant. He fell to the ground with a scream, and rolled around, just rolled to the feet of the young man to block his pace, and then did not give the other party time to hesitate, grabbed the other party's trousers and started crying. While crying, he also accused: "Uuuuuuuuuuu...Mom, this big brother is bullying me! Mom, mom!"

Obviously he was unsteady and fell down. How could he blame others? The audience witnessed this touch of porcelain with their own eyes and said in their hearts.

The little guy doesn't care about so much, anyway, he is a kid, so it's right to act like a baby and be self-willed!

He simply turned around and hugged the young man's calf: "Oh, you stepped on me and you are not allowed to go. You have to lose money!"

This is the shining touch of porcelain. But it was really useful for him to cry so loudly. The youth stopped, bent over to hug him and coaxed gently. Qing Huan was originally looking at the situation on Mo Ze's side, and then suddenly heard Yi Xiaodie snorted. She immediately looked at the other person and found that Yi Xiaodie was covering her eyes, feeling as if she was hurt.

What's going on... Qing Huan looked at the young man who had sobered up again. He was holding Mo Ze around looking for something, and never looked at Yi Xiaodie again.

It's really strange. It seems that he was like a puppet before, and also like a metal product sucked away by magnets. Is there any magic in Yi Xiaodie's eyes? Qing Huan couldn't help but looked at Yi Xiaodie again. When the young man didn't look at her, she seemed to have overused a certain power to cause her to lose her strength... If this is the case, it makes sense. Yi Xiaodie's eyes are problematic. . When she urges her body’s abilities that are not part of this world, her eyes will appear particularly clear in the crowd. In this case, ordinary people will look at them curiously, so as long as they are in front of her, they will be completely obliterated. She is controlled-it can also be said to be completely in love with her.

It's just that the world is different, and the phenomenon of rejection is obvious. In the monk's world, the charm of the modern world may not work, so it needs the body to maintain it. I heard Qing Huan in the bathroom just now. What Bo Youan said during his passionate period is nothing more than Yi Xiaodie’s body is amazing and delicious. In layman's terms, it can make a man want to die, once he touches her. You will become addicted to your body and completely lose interest in other women.

In other words, the people controlled by Yi Xiaodie have gradually become puppets, and no longer have their own thoughts and consciousness. They are trapped in Yi Xiaodie's palm, just like marionettes, only Yi Xiaodie allows them to do it. They are not so much lovers as slaves.

Qinghuan has seen such a situation in many worlds. Whether it is a male nun or a female nun, while they are keen on beauty, they will never allow the furnace to sit on an equal footing with themselves. They can pet beautiful people, but they will never respect them. Yi Xiaodie didn't know which world he came from, and she also brought the bad habits accumulated-looking at a sixteen-year-old girl, the ghost knew that the soul in it was thousands or hundreds of years old.

Wait.

Looking at sixteen years old.

Qing Huan just remembered this question. At first, she always thought that Yi Xiaodie was a very beautiful girl, so she made the Bo family father and son fascinated. Now she knows the reason, that is to say, this girl named Yi Xiaodie is innocent. Yanxiu didn't mention it for the time being, she even robbed others of her name.

Where is the original owner of this body?

She pinched her fingers and settled, and then sighed softly.

It's really good luck.

But since this is the case, she doesn't have to be polite.

Mo Zezheng rubbed his eyes on the thighs of the youth, and he couldn't squeeze out his tears. Why couldn't the master come to the rescue?

Qing Huan stood in a daze, Bo Xizhi has passed, and Bo Youan saw the little guy crying so hard and followed him. After all, after living together for a while, Mo Ze is so cute and accustomed to please act like a baby. I like this little guy very much.

"Sorry, this is our child, please don't care about this gentleman."

The young man stretched out his hand to pass the chubby little baby over, smiled and said, "It's okay, the child is very cute."

Bo Xizhi quietly pinched Mo Ze's **** as punishment, and Bo Youan apologized again: "I'm really sorry, let's take him away."

"It's okay." The young man laughed. "It's nothing. I was wrong just now because I didn't look at the road carefully."

Mo Ze rubbed his eyes, then stretched out his hands towards Qinghuan: "Mom, mom—"

As soon as Qing Huan walked over, he struggled to get into her arms, unable to hold him in a hug. When he waited for Qing Huan’s arms, he seemed to bury his small face in Qing Huan’s neck, but he was actually telling her: “I feel the master, that Yi Xiaodie’s eyes have a problem. She glanced at this person. This person walked here like a silly, the expression on his face looked like it was painted."

"I see." She patted him on the back. "Baby, don't cry or cry..." He said so, but he looked at the young man from the corner of his eyes.

The young man felt that the lady seemed to be blaming himself, and the gentle-natured he had to apologize, "Sorry, ma'am. I was not careful just now and didn't see the kid on the ground."

Qing Huan glanced at him. In fact, the best way to deal with this kind of situation is to turn big things into small things, and everyone saw the matter of Mo Ze's touch with porcelain just now, and they felt that the little guy fell down accidentally and must find someone to play his temper. , But the young man still apologized. It can be seen that this is a man with good education and demeanor. Qing Huan smiled at him, "This little guy is my favorite. He is very stubborn. You offended him today. He has been uncomfortable for several days."

How do you listen... It seems that there is a meaning in the words. The Bo family’s father and son couldn’t laugh or cry. What are they doing? It’s not enough to be used to it at home on weekdays. It’s not at all blame for others to make trouble?

Who knows that Qing Huan gasped and said, "But life is like this. I've been sad for a few days, and I have to wait for the next few days."

What she said was a little funny. The young man took a look at her and realized that although the lady is not young anymore, the gentleness and beauty in her bones is really amazing. He took a step back with a very gentleman manner, and bowed slightly to Qinghuan: "Sorry, it's mine. I shouldn't make the children feel sad. Madam, let me be the host today. I don’t know if it’s convenient. ?"

Qing Huan smiled slightly and looked back at Bo Xizhi: "It depends on whether our husband can answer."

She said these words often before, and she always spoke with pride.