The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool

Jun Yexuan was chewing slowly and eating his meal, and he saw He Wanqing staring at him blankly.

I couldn't help but pause, and asked: "Auntie, what's the matter?"

He Wanqing looked at the table with some embarrassment, "Are you used to eating these dishes?"

Jun Yexuan was stunned, a little unclear, "Very good."

He Wanqing asked again: "I haven't asked yet, where are you from?"

Jun Yexuan clenched his chopsticks tightly, considered it, and replied, "Kyoto."

Mu Jingheng looked at Jun Yexuan's bewilderment, and laughed so that the folds were about to come out.

Jun Yexuan didn't understand what was going on, but he was clear.

It's strange that you don't scare people like this kind of demeanor of the rich and noble young master.

Sure enough, the next moment He Wanqing murmured, "No wonder."

He Wanqing was a little worried. He turned to look at the concentration of his daughter who was eating, and could not help kicking her under the table.

"Girls, don't be so careless when you eat. Be elegant, gentle and ladylike, you know?"

Qiao Qing glanced at her speechlessly, "Mom, are you still there?"

Jun Yexuan suddenly realized something, his expression stiffened, and immediately rubbed Qiao Qing's head, "Qing Qing is so cute."

Qiao Qing knocked out his hand with a "pop", "Don't move your hands, and don't call me Qingqing again, we are not familiar."

Jun Yexuan suddenly chuckled, watching Qiao Qing's eyes full of doting.

He Wanqing was relieved when he saw that the two seemed to be flirting.

It is good that her Qingqing has not been dismissed.

*

At 12 o'clock that night.

Mu Jingheng received Jun Yexuan's instructions, and after seeing that the lights in the villa were all off, he walked quietly against the wall and toward the study.

Who knew that as soon as he approached the door of the study, he saw a black shadow standing beside the door.

Mu Jingheng immediately frightened "Ah" and bounced back three feet away.

The shadow in the dark raised his hand and turned on the lights in the corridor.

After Mu Jingheng saw the person in front of him clearly, he patted his chest in shock, "Housekeeper Chen, you have to scare people to death!"

Chen Ming did not explain his actions, nor did he apologize at all.

Looking at Mu Jingheng, he asked suspiciously, "Why is Mr. Jing here so late?"

Mu Jingheng remembered his purpose of coming here, put his hands in the belt, and looked away with some guilty conscience.

"Just thinking of the money I was robbed, and some insomnia, came out for a stroll."

Chen Ming seemed to believe his nonsense, and smiled and said with relief: "A gentleman must gain something if he loses. Mr. Jing needs to relax and look at it. People still grow up all their lives."

Mu Jingheng gave a dry smile with a stiff face, "I'm not that fragile yet, I won't miss it."

Chen Ming's tone seemed relieved, "That's good."

Mu Jingheng's face almost collapsed with laughter. Seeing Chen Ming, he didn't mean to leave, and turned back to the room dingy.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Mu Jingheng jumped out from the window of his room and traced his memory all the way to the position under the window corresponding to Qiao Qing's study.

Just about to climb up the wall, a beam of flashlight suddenly hit his side, "Mr. Jing, what are you doing here now?"

"Damn!" Mu Jingheng screamed in fright, pressing his back against the wall.

After seeing that it was Chen Ming again, Mu Jingheng felt like a dog.

However, after all, it was he who had to do something wrong, and he could not have it.

Reached out and scratched the back of his head, smiled and whistled, "I came out and hushed, yeah, hush."

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