When I opened my eyes, my fox became a yandere villain

Chapter 182 Don't Ask If You Shouldn't Ask
Yan Chenjue's face was not very good-looking, "Don't ask more questions that shouldn't be asked, let you do it, you just do it, and... Don't talk about this matter with others, not even Sister Qing."

These words made Jiang Mingyun even more confused.

He originally thought it was Qingwu's idea, after all, that person didn't know what was going on in his head, and he could think of any bad idea.

However, Yan Chenjue told him not to tell Qingwu about it.

Is it possible...

Jiang Mingyun frowned, "Do you still have this habit?"

Yan Chenjue flew over with a sharp glance, "Want to court death?"

Jiang Mingyun shook his head helplessly, it has nothing to do with Yan Chenjue's hobbies, he has just had some clues about his own affairs, how can he care about other people's affairs?

In fact, Yan Chenjue didn't want Jiang Mingyun to do this, but after all, Jiang Mingyun had the most reliable mouth.

That guy Xiaoyan didn't have a gatekeeper in his mouth, he said everything out.

Just as he was thinking, a person came out from the back hall, it was Jiang Qibai.

Jiang Qibai said: "Young Master Yan, Ah Qing, let you go in."

Yan Chenjue winked at Jiang Mingyun, who immediately put away the blueprint in his hand.

After entering the apse, Jiang Qibai cooperatively closed the door from the outside.

The apse is very spacious, and there is a couch, which was originally used by the demon king and the lady who waited for the night.

After Yan Chenjue came to the throne, he felt dirty, so he ordered people to smash the original couch and build a new one.

At this time, there was a person sitting on the couch.

The man had a bright red hijab covering his face.

When seeing the scene in front of him, Yan Chenjue's heart was beating wildly, and his footsteps were a little messed up.

"Sister Qing?" He called her in a low voice.

Qingwu chuckled, "What are you doing stupidly, come here."

The boy slowly walked over and sat down beside her, his hands clenched into fists nervously, trying to lift the red hijab on Qing Wu's head, but he was a little nervous.

This is not the first time Yan Chenjue has seen Qingwu wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab, but the last time he was acting, he did not lift her hijab with his own hands, and even because of anger and jealousy, he kissed her through half of the red hijab. her.

"What are you waiting for?" Qing Wu said.

The boy's heart was almost jumping into his throat, pounding, like beating a drum.

Even Qingwu heard his heartbeat, and couldn't help laughing, "You're not really getting married today, why are you so nervous? The heartbeat is so strong, when you get married, you won't pass out before the wedding, right? "

Yan Chenjue snorted like a tantrum, "How could I be so worthless?"

Qingwu said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you are the most promising, now quickly take off the hijab and let me see you."

The boy squeezed his fingers, nervously pinched a corner of the hijab, and gently lifted it up.

As soon as the hijab was taken off, Qingwu suddenly hugged his neck, leaned forward and kissed him.

It was like the last time in Xiling Ghost Valley, but the difference was that last time he kissed her, this time she did it first.

Yan Chenjue kept on doing nothing, and simply lifted Qingwu's hijab.

The man was kissing vigorously, pressed Yan Chenjue's hand, and muttered, "Don't move."

As expected, Yan Chenjue stopped moving, and slowly closed his eyes.

After giving up the kiss, Yan Chenjue carefully looked at Qing Wu's body from top to bottom.

Qingwu's complexion was snow-white, and wearing red clothes made her even more beautiful. With a smile on her face, she tilted her head and asked him, "Do I look good?"

The boy nodded hastily, "It's pretty, it's really pretty."

Qing Wudao: "Qibai always said that he was married before. If you count it carefully, I was once married in Xiling Guigu back then. Today is my compensation for you. On the day of the wedding, I will wait until you lift the hijab. It's a real marriage."

Yan Chenjue's eyes trembled, "That time doesn't count."

Qingwu smiled and asked him, "Well, it doesn't count, does it count this time?"

The boy nodded again and again, "Of course it counts, this time, next time, every time it counts with me."

In the main hall, Jiang Qibai and Jiang Mingyun looked at each other silently for a long time.

Originally thought that Yan Chenjue would come out immediately after entering, but the two of them waited for a long time but they didn't come out.

Jiang Mingyun coughed lightly and asked, "What are they doing inside?"

Jiang Qibai shook his head and said in a low voice: "I don't know, Ah Qing has changed into her wedding dress, it's very nice, I want Mr. Yan to see it, maybe it's Mr. Yan... I'm so happy, the two are talking."

Jiang Mingyun hummed, thinking of the day when Jiang Qibai wore the wedding dress.

Although he was not married to him, Jiang Qibai was stunned when he saw her wearing a red dress that day.

Even after such a long time, Jiang Qibai still remembers clearly.

Jiang Qibai looked at the door of the apse, cupping his hands over his heart, "I really envy Ah Qing, she looks good-looking, and even more so when she wears a wedding dress."

Jiang Mingyun said: "You are also very beautiful."

Jiang Qibai blushed immediately, and retorted with low self-esteem, "I'm not pretty, not pretty."

Jiang Mingyun gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Jiang, I... what I said to you today is all sincere. If you want, I also want to give you such a wedding. I also want you to wear the most beautiful wedding dress." Yi, marry me."

After saying these words, Jiang Mingyun's heart was still beating wildly, and his hands trembled nervously.

It's funny to say that Jiang Mingyun grew up, no matter how hard and tiring his practice was, he didn't feel the slightest fear or trembling, but today he was trembling because of expressing his love with the girl he likes.

Jiang Qibai lowered his head and whispered, "I...I..."

Jiang Mingyun knew that this kind of thing couldn't be forced, and he had waited long enough, so he didn't mind waiting any longer.

The incident last night was an accident, he was an asshole, he would not use this as a reason to coerce Miss Jiang, but he wanted to tell Miss Jiang that he was sincere and did not want to take advantage of Miss Jiang.

"Master Jiang, I... am I worthy..."

Last second, he was still thinking about whether he should express his thoughts more tactfully, but at this moment, because Jiang Qibai couldn't say "not worthy", he gave up all thinking.

Jiang Mingyun said in a panic, "You are not unworthy, Miss Jiang, it is me... I like you wishfully, I like you, I am waiting for you, waiting for you to give me a chance to prove that I really like you You. I ask you, don't deny yourself because of anything. You are not only denying yourself, you are denying me, denying my... feelings for you."

Jiang Qibai stared blankly at the young man who was filled with righteous indignation, his face was serious and nervous.

Jiang Mingyun's face has always been like this, very serious, no matter what he says or does, he can give people a sense of security.

What he said always stabilized her mood.

Jiang Qibai stared at Jiang Mingyun with both eyes, and the eyes of the two merged, as if some kind of induction connected with each other.

It was at the moment when the lightning flashed and thundered, and the ambiguity flew across the sky, the door behind him rang.

Qingwu had already changed out of her wedding attire, and she was wearing her favorite light green veil skirt on weekdays.

As soon as he went out, he saw two awkward people.

Qingwu touched his nose and said, "The two of us... didn't come out at the right time?"

Jiang Mingyun gave her a look, which seemed to confirm her guess.

On the contrary, Jiang Qibai, blushing with embarrassment, said: "No, Ah Qing, don't get me wrong, Mr. Jiang and I just... have a few words."

Qingwu showed a knowing smile, patted Jiang Qibai's shoulder casually, and said, "I understand, I understand."

That appearance, as if he understood everything, with hints.

Yan Chenjue coughed lightly, breaking the embarrassment of several people, and said: "It's time for me to go back to see the child, and I will leave the rest to you, Jiang Mingyun! If possible, please ask Miss Jiang for help."

Jiang Qibai, who was pointed at, quickly regained his senses and nodded, "Okay, Mr. Yan, I... will help."

After finishing speaking, Yan Chenjue took Qing Wu's waist and went out.

After walking out of the main hall, Qingwu was still a little worried, "Have the two of them reconciled?"

Yan Chenjue said calmly: "Why is Sister Qing always caring about other people's affairs, and she doesn't have time to care about me. I'm very sad."

Qing Wu burst out laughing, looked up at him, "Sad? I didn't see you sad, your heart almost jumped out just now."

The young man smiled and said, "I didn't expect Elder Sister Qing to look so good in her wedding dress. From now on, she should wear more red clothes!"

Qingwu picked up the hem of his clothes, looked at the light green show picture, "Isn't this pretty?"

"It's pretty, but the wedding dress is even better." Yan Chenjue said affirmatively.

Qing Wu clicked his lips and said: "I shouldn't be so impatient today, I showed you in advance, will there be no surprises when we get married?"

Yan Chenjue shook his head lightly, "No way."

Focusing on talking to Yan Chenjue, when Qingwu came to his senses, he had already walked to the gate of the Demon King's Palace.

Qingwu poked him on the head, "Look at you, what way did you go? Aren't you going to mother's bedroom, why did you come here?"

The young man was not flustered, but smiled brightly, "Who said you're going to your mother? It's rare that I'm free today, so I don't need to take care of Yanyan. I want to be alone with Sister Qing."

The two of them spend too much time alone, do you still care about this moment?

Although I thought so in my heart, Qingwu was still happy to hear what he said.

Ever since Yan Yan had Yan Yan, Yan Chenjue's attention was mostly distracted by Yan Yan.

For some reason, that child is so attached to his father, and not at all close to her mother.

Sometimes, Qingwu sees the father and son get along so well, but he looks like an outsider, and feels quite uncomfortable.

It's rare for Yan Chenjue to say such a thing, without his son by his side, he can spend more time with her.

Involuntarily, Qingwu asked with a smile: "Me and Yanyan, who do you like more?"

Yan Chenjue pretended to be puzzled, and said, "This...is there any comparison?"

Just like "I don't know, both are important, I like both"!

At this time, anyway, the words are not there, and even if he is, he can't understand clearly, so he doesn't want to coax himself?

Qingwu was a little angry, so he simply shook off his hand and said, "Naturally, I think words are more important than you."

After finishing speaking, she walked forward angrily, and walked out of the palace gate in the blink of an eye.

Yan Chenjue followed Qing Wu's footsteps with a smile, "Sister Qing seems to be angry?"

The person in front looked indifferent, "Why should I be angry? Why am I angry?"

He said he was not angry, but in fact he was angry in his heart.

Qing Wu thought, every time he gets angry with Yan Chenjue, he suffers a disadvantage.

After all, every time this little vixen gets jealous and angry, he can finally throw the problem on her.

But on the other hand, she has no such ability.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and Qingwu stepped faster.

"Sister Qing?"

While chasing her quickly, the boy called her.

Qingwu pretended not to hear, thinking in his heart, if he doesn't apologize to himself today and say that he likes her more, she can't easily let him go.

But soon, Qingwu had no time to think about these things.

The sound of footsteps behind him stopped abruptly.

Qingwu hurriedly stopped, turned around to look, where is there still half a figure behind him?

At this moment, Qingwu panicked, why did this man lose himself while walking?

The more she thought about it, the more something went wrong, and suddenly someone hugged her from behind.

If it wasn't for the indifferent scent of plum blossoms on that person, Qingwu might have struggled and resisted.

When the familiar scent flooded into his nostrils, Qingwu said without moving, "Who told you to hug me?"

Yan Chenjue hummed aggrieved twice, "Sister Qing is mine, I can hug her if I want."

"I'm still yours? Let go!"

With harsh words on his mouth, he made people loosen up, but his body honestly didn't move, allowing Yan Chenjue to hug him.

Qingwu called him angrily, "Yanchenjue!"

The young man trembled, "I like Elder Sister Qing the most, and you the most, because I like you so I like Yanyan!"

These words were the answer to Cai Qingwu's question, but Qingwu wanted to throw a fit, "That's it?"

Yan Chenjue leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice: "Is this not okay? Sister Qing, teach me, what should I do?"

The question is not one way or the other!

It was his tone of voice, clearly an attitude of admitting that he was not aware of his mistake.

This kid is clearly teasing her!

Qingwu had the illusion that he was being played with in the palm of his hand, so he was very unhappy!
She simply stopped talking, and gave Yan Chenjue a slap with her elbows back.

The man let go of his hand in pain, and Qingwu took the opportunity to escape, with his hands on his hips, "I'm angry with you, don't just let it go!"

Yan Chenjue frowned, clutching the abdomen that was hit by Qing Wu just now, "Sister Qing, it hurts so much!"

Obviously, Qingwu would not accept his tricks, "Don't pretend to me, do you think I will believe it?"

What is his cultivation?
It's not that Qingwu doesn't know, how could he be deceived so easily?

But Yan Chenjue's acting was very similar, it looked really painful, even because of the pain, a trace of sweat had already oozed from his face, and his face was pale, it didn't look like he was pretending.

Qingwu felt a little soft-hearted, and asked doubtfully, "You...does it really hurt?"

The boy's lips collapsed into a straight line, resisting the pain, and whispered: "It doesn't hurt that much."

If he yells that it hurts, Qingwu doesn't believe it, but when he says it doesn't hurt, Qingwu thinks it's true.

(End of this chapter)