Song Jinqiao originally thought that Bo Mu would give up, but he suddenly became enlightened as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened. He came to their house very optimistically and could not be driven away. He even pretended not to see the intimate behavior of Baidi Cangye and the others, and was even more shameless and watched them openly.

After discovering this, Song Jinqiao refused to let Bai Di and his men behave like hooligans in broad daylight.

Baidi Cangye sighed somewhat disappointedly.

I didn't expect Qiao Qiao to react so quickly.

These days, not only did the scoundrel Bo Mu make her helpless, but the sharp-tongued Yan Mo also made her helpless.

The reason for this is probably like this...

One day, the veterinarian and the tribe leader were discussing how to set traps to strengthen the tribe's defense. Song Jinqiao happened to see it and mentioned a few words. The veterinarian and the tribe leader's eyes lit up instantly, and then they said to let her do it, of course there would be a reward.

Song Jinqiao had nothing to do anyway, so he agreed.

The tribe leader and the veterinarian said that they were afraid she couldn't do it alone, so they asked the tribe members to help her.

When Yan Mo came over, she was trying to sharpen the branch with a dagger.

"With your current state, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it even after all the tribe members are dead."

Youyou's words were like a ghost. Song Jinqiao's hand holding the dagger trembled, and then he realized what he was saying. He couldn't help but retorted sarcastically: "Then I didn't see the young patriarch come to help."

Yan Mo stood at the side, her dark purple eyes squinting at her, her long eyelashes drooping slightly: "You didn't ask me."

Song Jinqiao chuckled: "If I ask you, will you come to help?"

"Won't."

Song Jinqiao vomited blood.

Then what the hell are you talking about!

Unexpectedly, Yan Mo seemed to understand what she was thinking. His handsome face was delicate and cold, his silver hair was like the moon, and he said in a calm voice: "I'm just talking."

Song Jinqiao: "..."

She took a deep breath, forced a fake smile, and said, "So, what is the young patriarch doing here?"

"Beast Father asked me to help you."

"Then why don't you come and help!"

"I saw you were so engrossed in your work that I couldn't bear to disturb you."

Song Jinqiao: "..."

Song Jinqiao vomited blood again.

She curled the corners of her lips, chuckled twice, and suddenly clenched the almost sharpened wooden stick in her hand.

At a certain moment, she suddenly felt that Bo Mu was much more pleasing to the eye than Yan Mo.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

Xiao Ling felt a little reluctant to see the host being fooled around by those two rogues and venomous people, but it could do nothing.

Woo woo woo, it's really useless...

Song Jinqiao was so mad at those two bastards that his whole head hurt. The next morning, when he got out of bed holding his stomach, he couldn't help but curse.

Now, not only does my head hurt, but my stomach hurts too.

Baidi saw that her face was pale and bloodless, and hugged her worriedly.

"Are you okay?"

Song Jinqiao leaned on his chest, and after a while, he managed to squeeze out a word weakly: "I'm fine."

Baidi touched her head and said gently, "I'll go boil a basin of hot water."

Song Jinqiao sat on a wooden chair, watching his departing back, feeling weak and with pale lips.

She felt her hands and feet were icy, and her stomach felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer, the pain was excruciating.

As soon as Bo Mu came in, he saw her looking sick. Before he could ask anything, the bloody smell in the air made his face change slightly.