Chapter 138.2

Mo Ye leaned towards Qi Huan's side with a smile at the corner of his mouth. He stretched one hand slowly caressing her thigh and massaging it gently to relax her stiff muscles a bit.

"How about I carry you back?" Seeing Qi Huan didn't resist, Mo Ye took her into his arms, holding her waist with one hand, and wandering around her body more and more recklessly with the other.

"Hmm..." Qi Huan leaned in Mo Ye's arms, squinted and snorted, but then she remembered that they were in the mortal world, and it was still in the ancient times. If she really let him carry her and walked across a few streets to her house, she didn't have to go out anymore. "No, let's leave now, Little Qiao hasn't eaten yet."

Qi Huan then only remembered that she had an apprentice at home whom she hadn't fed. She was the golden example of a person who thought of herself first before others. It was not bad that she thought of Qiao Qiao now.

"Don't worry, I have prepared the food. Qiao Qiao can eat it after the food is warmed up." Mo Ye felt that he was more like Qiao Qiao's shifu than Qi Huan. Besides, he felt that as time passed, he seemed to be becoming a full-time family husband. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that they were not married yet.

Although in Mo Ye's eyes, getting married was just a meaningless process, he was very eager for this process now. It was a promise, which meant that the two of them would only belong to each other from then on.

"Oh, good, let's go, it's time to go home." Seeing that the man's hand became more presumptuous, Qi Huan clamped her legs to prevent Mo Ye's hands from exploring further inside, then she pulled his hand out.

"Okay." Looking around, Mo Ye nodded in agreement. Although occasionally changing the place would make things more interesting, this place was too small and there was no bed, so it was better to be at home.

If Qi Huan knew that this was what Mo Ye was thinking, perhaps she wouldn't want to go back home impatiently.

Mo Ye took Qi Huan's hand but when they just walked out of the private room, they saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old lady with a very beautiful appearance standing outside with her hands hanging down. A maidservant with a slightly ugly expression followed closely behind her.

"Is there something wrong?" Mo Ye glanced at the two women blocking his way, his expression uninterested. Fang Zhijin was probably pretty in other people's eyes but in his eyes, she was no different from other women.

Fang Zhijin might have rarely met a man who didn't like her appearance. When Mo Ye asked such a question, she was so surprised that she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"My lady needs a favor from you." Before Fang Zhijin could speak, the maidservant behind her came forward to say. Her tone was very tough, as if she was telling Mo Ye that it was a blessing that her Miss was asking a favor from him.

"Tracy." Fang Zhijin called out to her maidservant unhappily. The maidservant stuck out her tongue and backed away. However, she shouldn't be blamed for being angry. Her Miss was here since noon, but she waited until the whole day but no one came out. Later she simply stood by the door to wait for the couple, and they had been standing at the door for more than two hours.

"Hello, my name is Fang Zhijin. I want to ask who wrote on the plaque outside your restaurant. I want him to write an embroidery pattern for me."

Qi Huan listened from behind, pouting her little mouth, and squeezing the soft flesh of Mo Ye's waist very badly. It was just a few words, and yet there were people who actually came to ask for them! Hmph, she could also write, it was just a bit ugly...

"I wrote the word. As for helping you, I'm sorry, I don't simply give an inscription." Mo Ye squeezed Qi Huan's dishonest little hand, and then turned to look at her, the message in his eyes made her tremble. After a while, she hurriedly wanted to pull her hand, but Mo Ye held her hand firmly, so she couldn't pull away no matter what.

His words carried his aura, and the words on the plaque had its current appearance due to the fact that the grievances on it had almost dissipated because of exposure to the sun, and the restaurant was very popular, so it did not cause any trouble, besides, it was also part of Feng Shui reasons.

But if the plaque was hung up by ordinary people, it was very likely that the family would be completely cut off. The breath of a ghost was enough to kill everyone in the city.

"Please, you have to help me, it's about us Fang family...I..." Fang Zhijin only spoke halfway when she suddenly covered her small mouth, almost saying the wrong thing in front of outsiders.

"That's not my business."