Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

Han Kexin's embarrassing scene was completely seen by Qin Ruan.

She couldn't help laughing.

Feeling rude, Qin Ruan slightly restrained his smile, but the curvature of the corners of his lips could not be suppressed.

Hearing the hurried footsteps going upstairs, her eyes dimmed.

Glancing at Han Kexin's horrified gaze, Qin Ruan crossed the other's body and walked to his room.

Han Kexin screamed loudly, and the people downstairs must have heard it.

Hearing the hurried footsteps going upstairs, there must be no one but Han Xian.

Qin Ruan was sweating and felt uncomfortable after spending a day outside. She just wanted to take a quick shower to relax and was too lazy to pay attention to the mother and daughter.

When people do evil, they will receive it.

Han Kexin was suffocated by evil spirits, and Han Xian couldn't escape the evil obstacles.

This mother and daughter have done a lot of evil, and they will be rewarded in the end.

She waits and sees.

Watch them slowly die.

In this life, she wants to be as easy as stepping on ants except for the mother and daughter.

But she is willful, and she wants to see them step by step and go to destruction by herself.

Qin Ruan went back to the room, locked the door, and walked towards the bathroom.

As she left, the carpet in the bedroom fell, one after another of clothes.

Seeing the clothes and fabrics thrown outside at the door of the bathroom, it became more and more pitiful.

...

After half an hour.

Qin Ruan changed into comfortable home clothes and went downstairs.

Her hair was half-dried, and her half-wet hair fell on the home clothes, leaving a faint watermark.

Qin Mo, who had been waiting in the living room, frowned slightly when she saw her appearance.

He asked the servant to fetch a towel, got up and walked towards Qin Ruan.

"Why did your hair fall out without drying it?"

Qin Ruan's fingers tugged up the hair in front of her shoulders, gently wrapped around her fingertips, and turned in circles.

Her voice was lazy: "I'm too lazy to play, I'm hungry."

Blow your hair?

In Xicheng, she seldom blows her hair, mostly letting it dry naturally, and her living habits are very rough.

When he arrived at the Qin family, he became more refined.

Food, drink, shelter, and clothing can't be said to be top-notch, and it's the best the Qin family can give her.

Take the matter of blow-drying her hair. Every time her father and two older brothers saw it, they would talk to her.

When she is in a good mood, she will blow dry her hair according to their wishes, but if she is in a bad mood, she will not bother.

Qin Mo heard the words, and his face was irrefutable.

He looked a little helpless, and there was connivance in his eyes.

The maid came and handed him a towel.

Qin Mo took the towel, walked behind Qin Ruan, and wrapped her wet hair gently on the towel.

"Don't blow dry your hair is easy to get sick, especially before going to bed, it can easily cause headaches."

Qin Ruan joked: "Second brother knows very well and is as careful as dust. Isn't it the experience of taking care of his girlfriend?"

"What nonsense, I have always kept myself clean, and I don't like those women who are crying, so troublesome!"

When referring to women, the conflict in his tone was clear.

Qin Ruan pursed his lips and smiled: "Then the second brother doesn't think I am troublesome?"

"Can that be the same!" Qin Mo said angrily: "How can they compare with you, you are my sister."

In Qin Mo's eyes, how can those ordinary people be compared with his sister.

Double standards such as Qin's second brother, it is also absolutely amazing.

Qin Ruan raised her eyebrows slightly and turned to look at him with a smile: "Second brother, did you forget that I am a woman too."

Qin Mo straightened her head and gently wiped her hair.

"It's different, you are very good, and you are very rare. Anyone who sees you will like it."

He said this without hesitation, and his tone was very sincere.

Just like what he really thought in his heart.

Those who didn't know thought he was confessing affectionately.