Miss Biao is Always Busy! [Quick Transmigration]

Jun Zi Shu blushed, but there was some sin in his heart.

She doesn't love this person, but is tempting this person step by step.

Is it temptation?

Yes it is.

Luo Minghuan's heartbeat was a little faster when he heard what Jun Zishu said.

"Yuanyuan, do you know what you are saying?"

"I know, of course I know, I'm just telling the truth."

Gentleman's expression was frank and true, and people couldn't help but tremble.

Luo Minghuan held the face of Jun Zishu, and softly kissed the corner of her eye.

Luo Minghuan raised his head and stamped his lips on the lips of Gentleman's Book.

Like a gentleman's book, her lips are also hot and soft.

Luo Minghuan couldn't help but tremble, feeling inexplicably lost and regained in his heart.

That sigh reverberated gently in his heart, and when Luo Minghuan hadn't figured out what it meant, he quickly disappeared.

Jun Zi Shu obediently let her kiss her, eyes wide open, staring at her intently.

His lips and tongue were grinding softly, and the tip of Luo Minghuan's tongue painted the shape of the lips of a gentleman's book, unhurriedly, with a warm taste.

The Jun Zi Shu stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch Luo Minghuan, and for a short while, he quickly retracted, with a playful look in his eyes.

Luo Minghuan suffocated his breath and hugged the gentleman's book tightly.

She patiently intruded, hooking the gentleman's book to follow her.

The whole body is the smell of Luo Minghuan's body, and the faint scent contains a shallow medicinal smell, which mixes together to form a special cold fragrance.

Outside the house is heavy snow, but inside the house is warm and exciting.

Luo Minghuan's lips were originally cold, but under this fiery movement, they also became warm.

The sound of water made the atmosphere ambiguous, Jun Zi Shu leaned against Luo Minghuan, his eyes were watery, and his face was flushed with a little excitement.

The lips are slightly swollen, they are the gorgeous colors that have been sucked and kissed, and they set off the innocent face, revealing some pure and charming colors.

Luo Minghuan held the gentleman's book in his arms, ironing it in his heart.

It should be like this, this person should be hers.

Stupid little nerd.

The corners of Junzishu's mouth were still raised at night when he went to bed.

"So happy?"

Luo Minghuan squeezed Jun Zi Shu's nose, Jun Zi Shu wrinkled his nose and nodded.

"Of course I'm happy, why not, I like xianggong the most."

The gentleman book was nestled in Luo Minghuan's arms, and Luo Minghuan reflexively pressed under him.

"Miangong?"

Jun Zishu whispered, staring blankly at Luo Minghuan who was pressing on her.

Luo Minghuan is not heavy, and she has the strength to restrain herself, and the gentleman's book has not been suppressed.

A soft kiss fell on the corner of her lips, and then a slow kiss.

The gentleman opened his lips and followed Luo Minghuan's movements.

She was just such a kiss today, she didn't know that Luo Minghuan's strange mechanism seemed to be turned on, and she would kiss each other at every turn.

The gentleman thought, this girl lacks love, and there are many things in her heart, which seems normal.

The close kiss fell on Jun Zi Shude's neck, all the way down.

"Meaning."

Jun Zishu yelled softly, the ending prolonged.

Luo Minghuan let out a chuckle, buried in the neck of Jun Zishu, leaving a trace.

The cool fingertips went from the peak to the valley, Luo Minghuan did not make it to the end after all, and put his arms around the book of gentlemen to coax her to sleep.

Jun Zi Shu dropped his eyes and fell asleep.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Jun Zishu and Luo Minghuan don't go out too much, staying in the house where the earth dragon is burning, listening to the sound of wind and snow outside.

Luo Minghuan took the books of the study and all the things he wanted to see in the room to deal with, and the Gentleman Book looked bored beside her.

Seeing that she was bored, Luo Minghuan sent someone to buy some books with pictures for the children to teach her literacy.

When Luo Minghuan was dealing with business, she was reading a book next to her, which was considered very harmonious.

In the first half of a month, Luo Ziying fell ill.

Infected with wind and cold, repeated repeatedly, not seeing any better for a long time.

The people in Luo Mansion looked at it, except for the third aunt who was anxious to get angry, no one cared.

Jun Zishu doesn't care about them, only Luo Minghuan.

Luo Minghuan has been drinking medicine more and more frequently recently. He used to drink one or two bowls a day, but now he drinks at least three bowls.

Jun Zi Shu thought she was getting worse, but it didn't.

On the contrary, Xiao Huaxian said, her body is getting better a little bit.

Jun Zi Shu thought, Luo Minghuan thought that he had no hope before. Passive treatment would be just fine, but now it is estimated that he has seen new hope in life, so he is particularly active.

This is very good, Jun Zishu is very satisfied.

It's not in vain that she is pretending to be stupid and acting like a baby, breaking the lower limit of all kinds of shamelessness, looking at Luo Minghuan with admiration every day. If Luo Minghuan is still unmoved like this, then she really won't be saved.

Because of the cold weather, everyone did not deliberately sit out and eat together. When it was brought to the table, the food was half cold, so everyone ate in their own yard.

On the New Year's Day, the town was full of lights and festoons, and Luo Mansion was not surprised. The people came and went in a hurry, doing this and that, with some joy on their faces.

Everyone dressed up nicely and sat down to have a meal together.

Jun Zi Shu saw Luo Ziying, who hadn't been seen for a long time, with a pale face, haggard appearance, still sick and crooked, with blank eyes.

Luo Ziqi didn't look here, but looked very silent.

Jun Zi Shu looked at her, and rarely found her pleasing to his eyes.

The next day after the year, something that no one expected happened.

Liu Yiniang, who was insane in the yard, ran out, scratched San Yiniang's face with scissors in San Yiniang's yard, and stabbed her several times.

It happened suddenly, the madman's strength was so strong, the maids went up to pull, and they were hurt.

The third aunt died just like that, and Luo Ziying, who was ill, saw this scene with his own eyes, and became unconscious after being stimulated.

After Liu Yiniang killed San Yiniang, she laughed up to the sky, stabbed her in her heart without hesitation, and was killed on the spot.

Suddenly, there was only one Young Master, Luo Zihua, left in the yard of the third aunt.

He was only ten years old and still young, and he was helpless in the face of his mother's death and his sister's coma.

Master Luo managed the funeral with a blank face, unable to tell whether it was sad or not.

Luo Ziying woke up and fell asleep again. She was only eleven or twelve years old. She was a girl again, her body was not good, and she spent most of her time in a coma.

The people outside were sighing that Luo Mansion might be unfavorable this year, otherwise, how could the people in the mansion die one after another? I have never seen such a thing.

Luo Ziying didn't make it to the beginning of spring either, this little girl who had calculated a lot in the past also passed away.

There was only one Luo Zihua left in the yard, with an ugly face, a pale face, and a lot of weight loss.

He followed Master Luo, and Master Luo took care of him.

Luo Minghuan just expressed an indifferent attitude toward everything, that he should drink medicine, tease his daughter-in-law, tease his daughter-in-law, do business and do business, without being affected at all.

After Luo Ziying's first seven days passed, a guest was welcomed in the courtyard of Jun Zishu and Luo Minghuan.

Master Eight, Luo Zihua.

"What are you doing here?"

Luo Minghuan's attitude was neither disgusting nor hypocritical intimacy, and simply asked calmly.

"I know it is you."

Luo Zihua clenched his fist and looked at Luo Minghuan coldly.

The 10-year-old child seemed to grow up a lot overnight, with gloom in his eyes.

"It's a pity, you guessed wrong, it's really not me."

Luo Minghuan crossed his fingers so that he could sit on the chair in his spare time.

"It's not you or who! We haven't done anything sorry for you, why you killed the second aunt and they are not enough! Why do you hurt my mother and my sister!"

Luo Zihua questioned angrily, with uncontrollable sadness on her face.

The corner of Junzi Shu's mouth pressed down, this thing, it really wasn't Luo Minghuan's doing, although he couldn't get rid of Luo Minghuan's relationship.

Otherwise, how could Liu Yiniang, who had been locked in the yard pretending to be crazy for so long, run out of the yard.

Luo Minghuan gave a chance to avenge those who hate in their hearts.

As for Luo Ziying's illness, it was really an accident.

"Tsk, what did Luo Ziying do? What kind of calculations did you make, don't you know? Do you really think that you are covered up in perfect clothes?"

Luo Minghuan curled up the corners of his mouth with a light mockery.

"Luo Ziying was taught well by your mother, and her mind was very vicious at a young age. Before I took the initiative to teach her, she became ill. This can only be said to be retribution."

"As for your mother, ha, do you know how Liu Yiniang is crazy?"

"She slipped twice, and finally gave birth to a son for the third time. She was strangled to death when she was still a baby, and she went crazy. Whose hand do you think this is?"

"Cause and effect cycle, retribution is unhappy."

Luo Minghuan's words are pressing every step, but with a smile, almost making people breathless, feeling a little suffocated.

Luo Zihua froze there, clenching his fists.

"Sooner or later, I will kill you."

It's not so much obsessed with not realizing it, it's more about letting one's own hatred be supported.

Luo Zihua remembered what his sister had said before her death, and strengthened her determination.

Luo Ziying said that Luo Minghuan did it.

"Oh? Since you thought I did it, you dare to come to me and say something to kill me. Are you afraid that I will solve you first?"

"Daddy will protect me."

Luo Zihua held his head up, looking confident.

"protect you?"

Luo Minghuan said these three words again, the ending sound rising, his expression was playful.

"Can he protect you?"

Luo Minghuan sneered and lowered his face.

"I want you to die, can you still live here and yell at me?"

"Are you thinking that when you grow up, you can inherit the family business and target me?"

"Don't forget, I am eight years older than you."

"Your stupidity makes me feel funny, now, do you go by yourself, or do I let you ask you to go?"

Luo Minghuan stood up, with a gloomy look between his eyes.

Jun Zishu knew that she was in a bad mood because of Luo Zihua's protective sentence.

The sunlight outside the house shone in and enveloped people, but there was no warmth.