The child smiled at Shui Yijun and said, "It seems that the owner of the manor is unwilling to let me stay with you for a moment."

Shui Yijun smiled and said, "It's probably because you are too outstanding. This time, although my mother did not agree, she did not directly object. She agreed to the relationship between you and me."

"Whoever I interact with, no one can allow me to do it."

"Give me the stuff, I'll take it for you. You go see your mother first."

"Thank you."

The child handed him the bag, and immediately came up to him and took the bag, as if he was afraid of exhausting their young master.

The child only had a few clothes in his bag and a few precious items given to her by his family, which was not heavy.

She saw the servant's behavior and said, "I always forget that you are in bad health."

"That's because they are nervous." Shui Yijun was a little helpless.

The child smiled and didn't say anything.

If she hadn't been with him for a few months before coming, she might have thought that Shui Yijun was a weak young master.

But in fact, when he was outside, he lived a good life alone, and did not starve and freeze himself, nor did he get sick every now and then.

Children always feel that it is water Suizhu that is too nervous.

But she, as an outsider, cannot interfere in the affairs between her mother and son.

The servant took her directly to a spacious wooden house. Shui Suizhu was leaning against the recliner, and the maid pinched her legs. Her closed disciple Wang Han held a large plate of grapes in his hand.

Wang Han, a man with a tough appearance, was wearing a white shirt and a clean beard. He looked so weird that he was holding grapes to serve.

The child looked at him a few more times, endured it and finally put it back on his smile.

Wang Han's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Zhao You have met the owner of the house." The child stepped forward to salute.

Shui Suizhu nodded: "From tomorrow, come to me every day at Mao, don't be late."

What she said was pretty plain, but the toddler knew that if she really dared to be late, the punishment she would definitely not want to know about staring at her.

The child said, "Yes, the owner of the manor."

Shui Suizhu said, "Wang Han, take her to the alchemy room and get some Yijing pills."

Hearing these three words, Wang Han shook and hurriedly lowered his head: "Yes, Master."

"Go." Shui Suizhu waved his hand, a pair of round and white hands as soft as pearls.

Wang Han put down the tray and said to the child: "Junior Sister Zhao, come with me."

The child followed him out until he was far away from the sight of Shu Suizhu, and the child burst into laughter.

Wang Han looked helpless, but there was no way, so he could only let her smile awkwardly.

The child looked up and down at Wang Han: "I said Senior Brother Wang, you are a mighty and strong man in my heart. Now that you are like this, you can almost be called a slut."

Wang Han smiled bitterly: "This is just an ordinary disciple's clothing. Junior Sister Zhao, don't make a fuss."

The child touched his chin: "Where is your handsome beard?"

"The master doesn't like it, it's a hindrance to her."

"Ah haha." The child laughed, "Why did you take the fruit plate just now? As a personal disciple, he even did the work of a slave?"

Wang Han said: "It's okay to be a teacher for one day and a mother for life."

The child was serious: "Serious, Brother Wang, let's get started with you and I. What level have you learned about this Qingyun Mind Method?"

Wang Han was even more embarrassed: "It cannot be compared with Junior Sister Zhao's talent."
Chapter completed!