For a long time, Ouyang began to smile, "ha ha, MI Ziru's daughter is as beautiful as she is."

"you come to find aunt Xiuyun. What can I do for you?" Mibai ignored Ouyang's freehand words and asked her.

"of course, this is my house, Qingyuan is mine, an unidentified woman lives in my house, of course, I want to ask." Ouyang smiled, leaned back in his chair and looked at the rice white on the opposite side. Suddenly there was a feeling of wanting to rush up and slap her twice. The hatred of twenty years ago swept over her in a flash.

"your house? Is Qingyuan yours? "...