The Reborn Little Rose of the Ninth Lord in Beijing’s Elite Circle – Both Alluring and Obedient

[Rebirth Sweet Romance + Long-Planned Love + Crazy Second Male Lead in Tragic Pursuit + Ninth Lord’s Rise to Power]

In her past life, Meng Mingxuan misunderstood the Ninth Lord—who deeply...

Chapter 145 How can he have such an old wife? Where have you been?

"No." Meng Mingyou said in a dry tone.

Meng Mingxuan pursed her lips and smiled, reaching out to hug Meng Mingyou's arm, "I know that sister cares about me very much, and will be jealous of Ninth Brother, but considering that Ninth Brother loves me very much, and considering that Ninth Brother has loved me for so many years on behalf of sister, sister will not let him go..."

Meng Mingyou glanced sideways, "This coquettishness is a bit stiff, let's try it again."

“…”

Bai Chan couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

She felt that her sister just wanted the eldest daughter to act coquettishly again.

"Sister~~"

Meng Mingyou raised his hand and rubbed Meng Mingxuan's furry head. "Sleep with me tonight, and I can consider getting along well with Xiaojiu in the future."

Huh?

Okay, okay.

It's her menstrual period, so sleeping with Brother Jiu won't do anything, so Brother Jiu shouldn't mind too much.

So Meng Mingxuan agreed.

Then Meng Mingyou led a group of people away. When they got back to the car, Meng Mingyou took Meng Mingxuan's hand and said, "If a man hides something from a woman once, he will do so a second time. Mingxuan clearly doesn't understand this."

"Even if Brother Jiu hides it from me, it must be for my own good." Meng Mingxuan trusts Yan Mojiu immensely.

Meng Mingyou was silent for a moment, "Love-brained."

"What a coincidence, Brother Jiu is also in love." Meng Mingxuan blinked, "Just the right match for me."

“…”

Can't carry it.

Fortunately, she is my sister.

"Listen to me, sister. Give Xiaojiu a bad face and get angry with him, and let him coax you." Meng Mingyou spoke in a dignified manner to her sister.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan puffed her cheeks slightly without saying a word.

Meng Mingyou raised his hand and gave her a 'biu' to poke her out of control, "Choose between sister or husband, decide for yourself."

"Choose my sister." Meng Mingxuan naturally wouldn't consider it.

Between her own happiness and her younger sister, the elder sister also chose her.

Besides, this is not a difficult choice. My sister just wants her preference.

Or, there are others.

She felt it.

She is willing to cooperate with her sister.

"So good." Meng Mingyou pinched her cheek, "Turn off your phone first."

"Oh." Meng Mingxuan anxiously picked up her cell phone and pressed the power button.

Meng Mingyou didn't say anything else. The car quickly arrived at the villa. Then Meng Mingyou brought Bai Chan and Meng Mingxuan into the guest bedroom where she slept and locked the door.

"Sister, I want to go back to my room to get a set of pajamas." Meng Mingxuan was feeling uneasy and wanted to go back to her room to leave a note for Yan Mojiu.

"I brought it. It's brand new and has never been worn." Meng Mingyou stood up leisurely, opened the wardrobe and took out a set for her.

“…”

It's not her fault.

My sister is so smart.

Meng Mingxuan took a deep breath, took the pajamas, and quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Bai Chan sat on the sofa with his back straight like a primary school student.

"Are you here to see me?" Meng Mingyou sat down at the end of the bed and asked softly.

Bai Chan lowered his eyes, "Yeah."

In the past, she had heard from others that the young lady was very flamboyant and willful. But after she had met the young lady up close, she realized how good her personality was. However, this goodness seemed to reveal a kind of cautiousness, and even a sense of atonement.

She had never seen the eldest daughter lose her temper, nor had she seen the eldest daughter's ninth brother being unreasonable and domineering as rumored.

The elder sister wants the eldest daughter to make a scene.

But in her opinion, it may not be successful.

Jiu Ye is such a smart man, he can tell whether the young lady is really making trouble or just pretending, as soon as Jiu Ye sees her.

"You are very smart." Meng Mingyou smiled softly, "You must be good to my sister."

"Yes!" This time Bai Chan raised his head, his tone solemn and firm.

Ye Yukan held the box, her eyes red, and took a car with Yan Mojiu and Qin Changan back to the Yan family villa.

This time he no longer guarded the door. He went to curl up on the sofa in the living room.

The box was placed neatly on his straight and slender legs. His white sweatshirt was stained with mud when he knelt in the cemetery, and it rubbed onto the cream-white sofa.

"Xiaojiu, he made your car and sofa dirty." Qin Changan stood up from the wheelchair as he wheeled his wheelchair to the stairs.

"Then sister will go and clean it up." Yan Mojiu went upstairs without looking back.

“…”

Qin Changan turned around to glance at Ye Yukan, who seemed to have lost her soul, and went upstairs as well.

Yan Mojiu returned to the bedroom without turning on the light, and walked towards the bathroom with light steps. But after taking two steps, he felt something was wrong. He stopped and looked sideways at the extremely quiet big bed.

After a moment, he walked forward and lifted the quilt.

There was no one under the quilt.

How can he have such an old wife?

Where have you been?

Yan Mojiu thought about how the bodyguards at the door all lowered their heads in unison when he entered the room. His eyes flickered slightly. He went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes first, and then walked around searching room by room.

He even went into his own locked bedroom to search.

Finally, only the guest bedroom where Meng Mingyou and Bai Chan slept was left.

Yan Mojiu habitually took out his lighter and played with it. He leaned lazily against the snow-white wall, standing there silently, blending into the night.

In the morning, Meng Mingxuan practiced several times with a stern face under Meng Mingyou's watchful eyes, and then Meng Mingyou patted her head and said, "Go."

Meng Mingxuan opened the door and walked in.

Her eyes met Yan Mojiu, who was standing on the wall of the corridor. She was about to say hello, but suddenly she heard a gentle voice from behind, "Xiaojiu, you come to be the door god so early."

"..." Meng Mingxuan swallowed the word "Nine Brother" that was about to come out of her lips, her little face tense.

Yan Mojiu glanced at her, smiled faintly and replied to Meng Mingyou, "It's not so early, but it was in the middle of the night."

Meng Mingxuan's heart sank. Middle of the night? Didn't he stand here for four hours?

What is he doing.

As soon as Meng Mingxuan took a step forward, Meng Mingyou hugged her shoulders and said, "Xiaojiu left Mingxuan to go out and eat in the middle of the night. Mingxuan was sad and scared, so she came to sleep with me. She cried for a long time, and I had a hard time comforting her."

"Sister, you cheated, but I won't." Yan Mojiu looked at Meng Mingxuan, who was in the clutches of the devil, and his eyes slowly swept over her pajamas, which were different from the ones she wore last night. "Since I was 18, I have only seen one Meng Mingxuan."

Years old...Meng Mingxuan's face turned slightly red. Why do you speak so precociously? It will lead the children astray.

"Did your sister eat something secretly?" Meng Mingyou knew how to get to the point.

"You should ask your sister about this." Yan Mojiu stretched out his hand to Meng Mingxuan, "Baby, come here."

"..." She didn't want to go over there, but he called her baby.

Meng Mingyou hugged Meng Mingxuan tightly, turned and walked towards the stairs, "Let's go downstairs first."

Meng Mingxuan was forced to take two steps and looked back at Yan Mojiu. He had not yet retracted his hand, and the dark and lost look in his eyes grabbed her heart, and she slowed down her pace unconsciously.

"Mingxuan." Meng Mingyou called her.

“Sister, please go downstairs first. I’m going to go and scold Brother Nine for sneaking away in the middle of the night.” Meng Mingxuan’s face was tightly knitted.

Meng Mingyou: “…”