Chapter 695 Uncle Zhou, Is This Qingqing?

He curled his lips and said with a smile: "Mu Jingheng is still so good-looking."

Mu Jingheng: "..."

"Oh no, sister-in-law, you are pushing me into the fire pit!" Mu Jingheng faced Jun Yexuan and Qi Yusen's cannibalistic eyes and said bravely: "On the way here, I didn't Are you provoking me?"

Qiao Qing: "..."

Mu Jingheng coughed slightly, pointed to the castle not far away, and changed the subject: "Is that Leng Yan's home?"

Qiao Qing nodded.

Mu Jingheng retracted his hands into his sleeves and said, "Then let's go inside and blow some heat. It's really cold outside."

Qiao Qing said "hmm".

Perhaps out of concern for the two men who only wanted grace but not warmth, Qiao Qing's pace obviously quickened.

At this time, a white dumpling rushed over from a distance.

When I ran in front of a few people, I was not used to the friction of the snow, so I couldn't stop my speed for a moment and braked on the spot.

Mu Jingheng looked down and said, "Huh?" "What is this? A ferret?"

Little Firefox: "..."

What a ferret you are!

You are so talented!

Didn't you notice that I was missing? !

Hey, man!

The little fire fox complained crazily in his heart, stood up, and shook his body.

Snowflakes rolled down all over, revealing the red, half-wet fur soaked in snow.

Mu Jingheng immediately laughed and said, "It turns out to be Xiaohong."

Little Firefox: "Ouch! Ouch!"

How many times have I told you, don’t call me this stupid name Xiaohong again!

Although its owner gave it this name, he basically never called it.

On the other hand, this idiot likes to yell at the Gong family whenever he can't find it in private.

Mu Jingheng didn't understand what the little fire fox meant. Just when he was about to say something else, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Qiao Qing and the others had already walked away.

He quickly picked up the little fire fox's tail and followed him up.

Inside the castle.

There is a tatami on the balcony attached to a bedroom on the second floor.

The man lying on it is wearing beige casual pants and a light blue turtleneck sweater.

His angular handsome face was hidden in the shadows cast by the half-drawn curtains.

He looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window with a dull look, his expression was neither sad nor happy, as if he had looked down on everything in the world.

The snowy scenery outside the window was beautiful, but it was not one-tenth as stunning as this man.

Anyone who sees him will think of one word in their mind, his eyebrows are picturesque.

However, although the man was handsome, there was an aura of death lingering around him.

The skin on his face was white and transparent, and his lips were pale and bloodless.

If he wasn't still breathing, people would suspect that he was a dead person.

What Zhou Xin saw when he came in was such a scene, and he couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

He walked in, as if he was used to entering Leng Yan's room without knocking.

When he arrived, he bent down and said respectfully to the man lying on the tatami: "Master, Miss Qiao is here and wants to see you."

Leng Yan was shocked when he heard this, "Qing Qing?"

His knuckled hand stretched out and grasped Zhou Xin's arm, "Uncle Zhou, is this Qingqing?"

Zhou Xin was surprised at the strength Leng Yan could use at this moment and nodded, "It's Miss Qiao Qing."

Leng Yan stood up suddenly when he heard this, but he got dizzy because he got up too fast.

"Master." Zhou Xin hurriedly supported his body.

Leng Yan raised his hand and said, "It's okay."

As he spoke, he staggered out.

As a result, before he reached the door, he immediately stopped.

Zhou Xin stepped forward and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Midnight