My Wife Why is She So Cute

――I can hear you talking.

The words of the holy king's urging soul scared Zuo Die to turn around and run away. At the critical moment, as a little mouse, she did not forget her sister. She grabbed the mouse's claws in the air and threw Hua Bairou on her back. , it jumped up and jumped from the window to escape, "Sister, catch it!"

No matter when, she will never abandon Sister Hua!

Hua Bairou's petals were blown away by the wind, and her face turned pale with fright: "Let go of me!! Xiaodie, wake up, you are a mouse now!"

It's not a moth!

…

Zuo Mouse was taken aback for a moment, and it shook its legs in the air.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!!"

Following Huabairou's screams, one mouse and one flower accelerated and landed vertically, and they were about to hit the concrete floor. Yan Chuyu folded his arms, watched all this quietly through the window, and did not lend a helping hand. signs.

In her opinion, Zuo Die is very talented, far from being able to turn into a mouse or a moth.

Hua Bairou yelled loudly, seeing that there were still a few millimeters away from the concrete floor, with a "bang", white feathered wings appeared on both sides of the left mouse, and it swung it vigorously, The cheek brushed against the ground, and a large piece of hair was rubbed off.

call…

The mouse and the flower that escaped from the dead breathed a sigh of relief, and Hua Bairou was so frightened that the petals fell off, leaving only the bare lotus pod, "Xiaodie, you are promising, the cow is dead, you have become a beast!" !"

Zuo Die also waved its wings in disbelief. It soared in the air, excited: "Sister, do you think I'm good? Have we narrowly escaped death?"

It's not useless, is it?

"Of course, our Xiaodie is the best!"

Hua Bairou lowered her head and rubbed Xiaodie's sweaty hair with her lotus pod. The two of them raised their heads together and looked excitedly at Yan Chuyu by the window.

Holy King, did she see it?

They finally understood the good intentions of the Holy King who would not save him! She must want to stimulate Zuo Die's potential ability, right? !

Hua Bairou excitedly waved the leaf hand: "Holy King, have you seen Xiaodie's progress?"

Xiaodie has made progress, she has transformed, and given time, Hua Bairou firmly believes that she can become a leader of vampires who are as noble as those in the group and will no longer be bullied by others.

Zuo Die also shed tears, "Holy King, woo hoo..." This was the first time it mustered up the courage to take the initiative to talk to the Holy King, and it couldn't contain its excitement.

Yan Chuyu was silent.

She saw it, from a mouse to a bat.

Hua Bairou happily waved at the Holy King. Although it was so frightened that its face disappeared, it still burst into tears of joy from the lotus pod.

Yan Chuyu gently waved her hands behind her back, the dark clouds in the sky moved, the strong wind rose, and the lightning in the clouds and mist crashed down, one after another fell beside Zuo Die and Hua Bairou. She said lightly: "There is still room for improvement." Some."

Hua Bairou: ...

Zuo Die: ...

*****

When Song Nianying woke up, it was getting late and the sun had already set.

She woke up shaking her neck, shrugged her nose, and sniffed lightly.

It was strange, she seemed to be dreaming again, but the content of the dream was not remembered, only the sweetness remained.

Song Nianying rubbed her hair habitually. Song Nianying was also a little strange. After a hangover, she always had a headache, but not today.

As if thinking of something, she quickly took out her mobile phone and took a look. Seeing that the time was past three o'clock the next day, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, she still has time to freshen up.

Over the next few hours...

Then she could see Yan Chuyu.

Thinking of this, Song Nianying was in a good mood, she didn't get tired of lying on the bed anymore, she got up and opened the curtains, turned on the TV, and stretched.

The recent weather is a bit abnormal, either snowing or raining, the land washed by the rain is thriving, the air is fresh, Song Nianying brushes her teeth, listening to the broadcast on TV.

——Recently, there have been abnormal weather conditions in many areas of our city. It rained suddenly in the eastern part of our city last night, accompanied by obvious thunder and lightning phenomena.

It's raining? It's thundering?

Song Nianying was filled with disbelief, she didn't hear anything, then raised her head, looked at herself in the mirror with watery skin, and patted her cheek.

She hasn't taken sedative and sleeping medicine recently, so how can she sleep so well?

After she took a shower, dried her hair and came out wrapped in a towel, Song Nianying saw her sister's message.

Baby sister: Sis, big news, someone from the Xiulong Group just came and took my parents to the Ronghua Hotel, saying that your fiancée wants to see them! You don't even know that posture! God, it's so shocking!

Song Nianying's heart skipped a beat, Yan Chuyu made an appointment with her parents? Didn't you really get called by your parents?

Thinking of Yan Chuyu's dazed and soft appearance, Song Nianying couldn't stay any longer, she didn't even have time to put on her makeup, so she grabbed her coat and hurried out.

She was in a state of confusion along the way, thinking over and over again what her parents would say to Yan Chuyu, whether they would be aggressive, whether they would put forward any conditions, whether such a simple and immature person would be hurt, but all the way was red Deng, the distance was not short, so she hurriedly sent a message to her sister.

——Go and have a look first, don't let her parents bully her.

Song Ruxi obeyed her sister's words, just like an imperial decree.

——Sister, don't worry, I'll go right away!

Song Ruxi called the driver at home and rushed to the Ronghua Hotel. On the way, she even called her parents, but neither of them answered.

The two sisters know what kind of people their parents are, and they are really afraid that they will mess up and make some unreasonable demands, so that Yan Chuyu can't step down and regret the marriage.

After the car was parked, Song Ruxi trotted to the door of the hotel box. When she was about to enter, she was stopped by a young girl with her hands behind her back, a serious expression, and a straight body in a military posture.

Song Ruxi was very anxious. She circled around the man and wanted to go in, but she couldn't avoid it no matter what: "I want to go in, who are you? Why are you stopping me?"

The girl replied coldly: "I'm Mr. Yan's secretary Zuo Die, she's meeting guests inside, you can't go in."

secretary?

Song Ruxi raised her eyes to look at the woman, it was also strange, this girl is not very old, she is also beautiful and delicate, especially her pair of watery eyes and long eyelashes, she looks very pure, it is easy to attract people's favor, but she is not I don't know what's wrong, she is young, she has very little hair, if it is not covered in front, she seems to be a little bald, and the baldness is very irregular, in strands.

After all, it's a child's heart, Song Ruxi tilted her head, and stared at the top of her head in doubt: "What's wrong with your hair?"

Zuo Die froze, she gritted her teeth and replied, "It was struck by lightning."

Song Ruxi blinked: "Will it grow?"

Zuo Die: ...

Different from the children talking outside, the atmosphere in the house was always very low.

Hearing that their daughter's future spouse was going to meet them, Song's father and Song's mother even dressed up specially, trying to make things right.

Song's mother wore a gemstone necklace, a diamond ring on her hand, and a long skirt, dressed up to attend. Song's father was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, serious and unsmiling.

But as soon as they came in, they saw Yan Chuyu sitting in the middle of the lobby, and both of them were stunned.

Yan Chuyu wore a long sapphire blue dress, her hair was coiled up high, and she put on delicate light makeup. She was sitting on the sofa, shaking a goblet half full of red wine in her hand, Apart from the emerald pendant on her neck, she didn't have any decorations all over her body, but she just exuded a sense of nobility.

Seeing the two of them, she stood up slowly.

Some people are born with the aura of a king.

Hearing that she had been injured before, Song's father and Song's mother thought she would be a foolish and well-protected young lady.

But as Yan Chuyu got up, and with her gaze gently falling on them, even though she didn't speak, she seemed to be suppressed by a kind of blood, which made people instinctively fear.

Father Song had never seen anyone in half his life, but at this moment, he actually took a step back in fear of difficulty, and Mother Song grabbed his arm and pressed her body tightly against him.

"sit down."

Yan Chuyu's voice was just like her, unusually indifferent. It stands to reason that juniors should greet their in-laws warmly when they see them, but she is worse than strangers.

Hua Bairou, who was wearing a floral pink dress next to her, was always very nervous. She was really afraid that the Holy King would tear these two old people to pieces right here.

In order to avoid the tragedy, before she came, she wanted to give the Holy King a quick training, but she just said: "Holy King, most human beings will be more polite when they see their father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Yan Chuyu scolded her expressionlessly: "Are they worthy?"

Hua Bairou couldn't help but choke, "This...I just want to explain the etiquette of human society objectively to the Holy King, after all, they are elders."

"elder?"

Yan Chuyu looked at her coldly: "I have lived for a thousand years, so I can be their ancestor."

Hua Bairou: ...

The Holy King is in a bad mood.

The Holy King is about to **** people off.

Besides, she would have to be struck by lightning, Hua Bairou still has lingering fears when she sees Zuo Die's hair.

…

Song's father and Song's mother sat on the sofa, they were quite cramped, Yan Chuyu was facing them with an indifferent expression.

The positions seem to be somewhat reversed.

Father Song took a deep breath, and frowned his eyebrows. As an elder, even if his status and family background were not as good as those of the Yan family, he couldn't be controlled by a junior.

"Yan—"

Yan Chuyu interrupted him: "I came to you not to listen to you."

Dad Song: ...

Song Ma:? ? ?

Father Song was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up suddenly, turned around with his fists clenched and was about to leave, with a "bang", the heavy iron door was closed heavily before him.

The cold wind brought up cut his face like a knife, Song's father gasped, Song's mother's face was pale.

This door is made of black gold iron, it is very thick, a grown man can barely move it back, why did he close it by himself?

Hua Bairou next to her hurriedly said, "Hey, sit down, both of you."

Song's father and Song's mother sat back again, and when they looked at Yan Chuyu again, there was a little panic in their eyes.

Yan Chuyu raised his hand, as he was used to, caressing the jade pendant on his neck.

The pendant was very special. Mama Song, who was especially interested in jewelry, noticed it as soon as she entered the room. She squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't tell what it was carved on.

Yan Chuyu looked at Song's father and Song's mother indifferently: "According to the agreement, Song Nianying has been my fiancée since childhood, please don't bother her anymore."

Mama Song was going to explode, "What do you mean?!"

They molested their daughters?

Yan Chuyu looked at Song's mother: "It means that without my consent, you can no longer ask her to participate in this or that kind of event banquet, and you can't do it perfunctorily."

Ignoring Mama Song's unbelievable eyes, Yan Chuyu looked at Papa Song again: "Whether your pharmaceutical factory will continue to open or not, it has nothing to do with Song Nianying. Don't implicate her in it anymore."

"Do you think that the Yan family's high position and authority can trample on us like this?" Song's mother's complexion was flushed, and the thick rouge could no longer be concealed. Song's father also had a livid face, staring at Yan Chuyu firmly.

Yan Chuyu looked at them and nodded.

Yes, she was trampling them.

The air fell into deathly silence, the room was completely silent, only the sound of the clock "tick" and "tick", after a long time, Song Mama bit her lips: "Ying'er is our daughter, don't tell me that if I marry you, I will marry you from now on." Does it matter to us? You can't even say hello when you meet?"

Yan Chuyu: "You can say hello."

Everyone: ...

Father Song asked coldly, "What if we don't?"

Yan Chuyu raised his eyes and called out, "Eighteen."

In the corner, a black figure flashed past. She was wearing a Shura robe, with silver hair and a strange purple eyes. She stood in front of Song's father and Song's mother, looking at them quietly.

The two of them just glanced at her, their gazes seemed to be glued together and they couldn't leave. From dazed to absent-minded, soon, their faces were pale and trembling, Song Ma even shed tears.

Shiba is an aristocrat who does not belong to any tribe in the clan. Her ability is to predict the future and let the other party see the future she predicted.

This future is not an objective trajectory, but the inevitable result of evolution according to the betting opponent's ideas.

For example, some people feel restless and don’t want to go out on a certain day. They always feel uneasy, but because they have to go out to attend an important meeting, they hesitate. Eighteen can predict what will happen if she goes out, or if she is hit by a car, or what kind of accident happens, she can even predict every detail accurately; on the contrary, she can also predict that if the opposite side does not go out, she will miss it. Meeting, how much will the company lose, and what will be the result.

In the later stage, she upgraded her abilities through training, allowing people to see the future and forget it, and only remember the emotions in the predicted illusion.

Either panic or joy, those emotions will always be engraved in the soul and cannot be erased.

Hua Bairou is good at interpersonal communication. Eighteen can predict the future. She and Hua Bairou are golden partners, and they are the powerful arms of the blood-sucking Gu family. built.

Originally, this kind of ability made Shiba proud and unruly. She never belonged to any tribe, and even resisted King Shura's orders, and ran amok, but since last month, even Hua Bairou didn't know why. She suddenly knelt down in front of King Shura and completely surrendered. Like Hua Bairou, she was arranged to assist the Holy King, but the Holy King didn't like ostentation, so he only took Hua Bairou and a ghost with him when he went out. He only called her yesterday Come.

Now, Shiba let Song's father and Song's mother see the future if they don't listen to the advice of the Holy King and continue to harass Song Nianying.

Maybe it was because the scene was too tragic, her eighteen purple eyes curled up a little, and she pursed her lips.

…

When Song Nianying arrived in a hurry, her younger sister Song Ruxi was still blocked by Zuo Die at the door, unable to get in and almost jumping in a hurry.

The moment Zuo Die saw Song Nianying, his originally tense face suddenly changed, revealing a warm smile like a spring breeze: "Ma'am, are you here?"

The first time she heard the word "madam", Song Nianying felt like a ball of fire rolled in her heart, which made the corners of her lips rise.

Song Ruxi turned to look at her sister complaining: "Sister, she won't let me in! I—"

Before she finished speaking, the door was opened, and Song's father and Song's mother, who had been worried by Song Nianying that they would bully Yan Chuyu, came out in a daze.

Both of them had cold sweat on their foreheads, their faces were pale, and their lips moved, as if they were frightened by something.

Song Nianying frowned and looked at them: "Mom and Dad, you—"

Hearing her voice, Song Ma trembled, and she quickly turned her head to look at Yan Chuyu, who was looking at her with one hand behind her back.

Yan Chuyu glanced at her.

Song Ma immediately lowered her head: "Ying'er, hello."

Song Nianying:? ? ?

She looked at Mama Song in surprise, and then turned to Papa Song.

Father Song, who has always had a bad temper and a smile on his face, had flickering eyes, and his steps were sloppy, looking at his daughter with a "brilliant" smile: "Ying'er, goodbye."

Song Nianying: ...? ? ?

After the two of them finished talking, they walked away with one hand and one foot.

Song Nianying was confused, she looked up at Yan Chuyu, when Yan Chuyu saw her coming, she lowered her head uncomfortably, tucking the hair on her forehead behind her ears, her cheeks were slightly pink.

Hua Bairou: ...

eighteen:…

Zuo Die: ...