He sneered, and his big hands deliberately rubbed her slightly curly long hair, "You didn't tell me that you don't like to eat red beans, why am I willing to do it, huh?"

The woman grabbed his collar with both hands and was very crazy, "I have no cake to eat, you can compensate."

He held her hand and held her in his arms. Junyan drowned a bit of her own iron-blooded tenderness. "Vivi, why don't you like eating red beans?"

"There are no so many reasons? I just think the red beans taste very strange." Her crisp voice complained helplessly.

"Azhe!"

Old Master An shouted in a loud voice.

Mo Xiao realized his trance just now, pinched his five fingers tightly, glanced at Jian Qing, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Grandpa, I'll go back to the room first."

After saying that, before Old Master An could speak, he got up and walked out.

Qiu Bo received the wink from Old Master An and followed him out knowingly.

Jian Qing didn't feel much about his departure. She picked up a piece of pastry and ate it quietly.

Qiu Bo chased him out, but found that Mo Xiao had already gone up to the fourth floor.

He followed upstairs and quickly called him while Mo Xiao was not closed.

"Master, wait a moment."

Mo Xiao paused his way of closing the door and looked up at him.

Qiu Bo, "Uncle, can I talk to you?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Xiao walked out.

Qiu Bo breathed a sigh of relief and followed him.

"That little girl lives on this floor?" Mo Xiao spoke first, his eyes falling in the room not far from him.

Uncle Qiu didn't expect that he would suddenly ask about this, and he was a little confused. "Uncle, are you referring to Miss Qing?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Miss Qing lives here, which is arranged by the master." Qiu Bo said.

Mo Xiao paused and turned his head to look at him, "Disarity between her and Ah Chong?"

He has been abroad for many years and has no idea about his family's affairs at all.

Just now in the study, he mentioned Ah Chong, and the little girl seemed very unhappy.

"Uh, this..." Qiu Bo was a little embarrassed to answer.

Not to mention the disagreement, Miss Qing may have hated Second Master very much.

"Okay, I have something to deal with. You can go back to my grandfather's side first." Mo Xiao saw his embarrassment and no longer planned to ask more questions.

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to the room.

Uncle Qiu looked at the closed door, sighed, and then went downstairs.

Jian Qing did not see Mo Xiao again the whole morning, and it was not until lunch that the two of them met.

In the dining room, Old Master An was naturally sitting in the first place, with Mo Xiao and Jian Qing sitting on his left and right hands. This treatment made An Yu and his others look red.

Even the eldest grandson An Yu did not have the treatment of sitting at the old man, so Mo Xiao wouldn't have it. She, Jian Qing, got the qualifications from outsiders.

However, due to the presence of Old Master An, no one dared to speak out even if An Yu and his friends were dissatisfied.

"What should people in the kitchen do? Azhe can't eat carrots. Why did carrots still be placed in the soup?" Zhou Qin looked at the soup served in the bowl and scolded angrily.

Seeing this, Qiu Bo hurriedly said, "The chef who cooks today must have just arrived. I don't understand some rules yet. I will remind them later."

"Okay, it's just a pot of soup, there's no need to make a big fuss." Old Master An said, "Azhe can't drink it, just as others can drink it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qin sat down embarrassedly.

The servant next to him quickly stepped forward and brought the soup in front of An Zhe, then changed into a new bowl and placed it in front of him.

When Old Master An moved his chopsticks, the others also took up the chopsticks.

Only Jian Qing never moved his chopsticks.

"Girl Qing, why don't you eat it? Is the dish not suitable for the taste?" Old Master An ate the chopsticks and looked at her with concern.

"I'm not hungry." Jian said lightly.

She ate a lot of pastries in the study and was really not very hungry.

"If you are not hungry, drink some soup and keep your stomach." said Old Master An.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the soup served in the bowl and said slowly, "No need, I'm allergic to eating carrots."

After the words came, everyone looked at her, their eyes showing a little weirdness.

Qiu Bo's pupils shrank and he subconsciously looked at Mo Xiao.

Miss Qing is actually allergic to carrots?

Could it be that he inherited the uncle?

An Zhe is allergic to carrots, which is no secret in An's family, so he showed an incredible expression when he heard Jian Qing's words.

"Ha!" Yang Xiang laughed sarcastically and said sarcastically, "When I heard that my uncle could not eat carrots, I followed up and said that I was allergic to carrots. I was really thick-skinned."

As soon as she said that, the temperature in the dining room dropped.

Old Master An put down his chopsticks and a little angry appeared on his face. Just as he was about to teach Yang Xiang a lesson, a voice rushed in front of him.

"Yang Xiang, go out."

The cold voice was not at all warm, and she slapped Yang Xiang hard.

A slap in the face, very loud.

Yang Xiang's sarcastic smile froze, and the chopsticks in his hand slid down and fell on the table.

"Uncle, you--"

This was the second time Mo Xiao had spoken for Jian Qing, and everyone's expressions became more and more shocked.

Seeing that the situation was not good, An Rong looked at Mo Xiao with a smile and flatteringly, "Brother, Xiang'er didn't do it on purpose, so don't bother with her."

"Don't let me repeat the third time, go out." Mo Xiao put down his chopsticks and shot at Yang Xiang with cold eyes like a sword.

When Yang Xiang faced the coldness in his eyes, his heart trembled and he almost cried.

"Brother, you..." An Rong couldn't bear to be wronged by her daughter and wanted to plead for her, but was scared back by Mo Xiao's words.

"You want to go out with you, too?"

An Rong's face changed and she silenced.

Yang Xiang's eyes turned red, his eyes stared at Jian Qing fiercely, and said in a tone, "It's all your fault, you're satisfied now."

She fell off her chopsticks and ran out.

No one dared to stop Yang Xiang from An Zhe's order, and even Zhou Qin just watched quietly and did not dare to interfere.

The ringtone of the cell phone rang, breaking the silence atmosphere.

Jian Qing picked up her phone and saw the notes, and her red lips curled gently.

Then, she looked at Old Master An, stood up and said, "You can use it slowly, I'll answer the phone."

She glanced at Mo Xiao, and without saying much, she turned around and walked out of the dining room.

Mo Xiao looked at her back with a handsome face, but he lost the mood to eat.

Jian Qing walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and answered the phone.

"Yeah, I've eaten it."

On the other end of the phone, Quan Jingwu looked at Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan, who were facing each other, and raised a faint smile on his thin lips.

"I'll pick you up later."

Jian Qing smiled in her eyes, "Okay, don't drink too much wine with Han Yue and the others."

She suddenly turned cold when she noticed the footsteps behind her.

"Xiao Jing, I'll go to the bathroom and I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing stuffed her phone back into her pocket and turned around to look at the person coming.

"Hehe, a woman who doesn't lie without drafts, and is full of lies." Yang Xiang's eyes were slightly red. She probably just cried, and she said with a sarcastic tone.
Chapter completed!