His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 720

Because the New Year is coming, these days, her dreams are all about going to play with her mother.

So, as soon as she opened the door, she asked, "Master, is my mother here?"

When the words fell, she suddenly saw the backpack in Master's hand.

That style is like a child's use.

She blinked and asked, "Master, what is this for? Is my mother not coming? Is this a gift from her?"

Master Songya's eyes showed distressed eyes, and his big hands covered with calluses touched the thirteen-year-old disciple, and said warmly: "Your mother is busy, she asked your brother Bai to pick you up."

"Dabai?"

Qian Miao showed a curious look: "But didn't Da Bai say that he only came to see me in March of next year?"

The master said: "Yes, your brother Bai couldn't get away, so he sent the closest person to pick you up. You will leave with him today, eh?"

"Go? Where are you going? Have you had the winter vacation?"

The master paused and said, "I'm going to play for a while. After a while, your mother will send someone to pick you up."

Qian Miao thought for a while and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to kill me?"

Master Songya was silent.

"I knew that they came here once last time. If it wasn't for Junior Brother, I would have died."

She still remembered that the last time she was attacked by someone at night, she could no longer see, so she ran to the yard of the Nineteenth Junior Brother in a daze and stayed there for one night.

The next day I woke up and slept on someone else's body.

The master lowered his head and slowly said to her: "Listen to the master, and also to your mother, this temple is too dangerous, wait for your mother to remove the danger, and then take you back, okay?"

Qian Mi took the backpack, thinking a lot, but her mouth was clever: "I see, Master."

Master Songya showed a relieved look.

After having breakfast, she picked up a pot of hot soup and ran towards the yard that she hadn't been to for a long time.

The snow fell, and the red-painted gate in front of him was half buried by the snow, and it was also tightly closed.

As soon as she put the kettle in her hand, she ran up to knock on the door.

Knocked, no sound.

Unwilling, she jumped over the wall and jumped into the yard.

The small yard that was warm and quiet more than two months ago, now at a glance, there are only white snow and branches.

Every door in the yard was tightly closed, apparently uninhabited.

"Brother!" she shouted.

"Uncle Yu?" she called out again.

Something fell, she opened her palm and saw a few snowflakes.

There was a gust of wind in the yard, but no one answered her.

She just went to school for two months and couldn't come back, and the junior and junior brothers were gone.

She took the kettle back on the same route, looked back at the walled courtyard, and felt empty in her heart.

She wanted to say goodbye.

Before noon that day, a fat uncle suddenly came to the door of the temple and said he wanted to pick her up.

At the time, she was sitting on a swing swinging back and forth.

After a while, a senior brother came in and said to her: "Eleven, come out quickly, the person who picks you up is here."

As soon as the senior brother finished speaking, the snowflakes that fell on the back of her hand drifted away with the wind.

"So early? Didn't it say afternoon?"

"People have come and are talking to Master, you go quickly."

She jumped off the swing and walked out.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a cheerful uncle chatting with the master.

After seeing her, he hurriedly stood up.

"This is Miss Qian Mi, I was sent by Young Master Bai, you can call me Fat Uncle."