"Sister Zhong," Mojia stopped Sister Zhong who was walking through the door.
Sister Zhong came over and said, "Master, what can I do for you?"
Mo Jia frowned slightly, "Have you seen Huan Huan?"
"Huanhuan? Isn't she always in the young master's study?"
The crease between the eyebrows gradually deepened.
"never mind."
Mo Jia passed her and walked out of the door. His dark eyes glanced around, and there was a cold and sullen look in his eyes.
That woman actually dared to disappear for an entire afternoon!
In the huge garden, Huanhuan was lying on the grass, raising an arm to block her eyes, and her whole body was enveloped in the rose-colored glow.
Zi Yin's words kept echoing in her ears. No matter how hard she tried to ignore them, it was of no avail.
That is the sister she has loved since childhood...
Her mother died in childbirth while giving birth to her, and her father also passed away when she was very young. Her only closest relatives were her uncle's family.
She... doesn't want to be disliked by Zi Yin.
Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded above the head, "Why are you hiding here and crying alone?"
Huanhuan was startled, squinted her eyes, and saw a blurry outline through the mist. She sat up, turned her body and tilted her head to look at him.
The other party is a very handsome young man, with short uneven hair, neat and capable, a jade-like face, and deep and distinct facial features, as if they have been carefully carved, with a Western three-dimensional sense. His eyes are very clear, and the bottom of his eyes is full. He was smiling, as if he could see through her thoughts at a glance. The curve of the corner of his mouth was so natural and vivid, and it was fitting that he should be so chic.
He put his hands in his pockets and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt at will, revealing his healthy complexion and showing a bit of unruliness.
Standing under the setting sun, his figure was stretched out, and he was obviously looking down from a high position, but there was no sense of distance from him at all.
Extremely charming.
It was obviously the first time we met, but his tone sounded like he was greeting an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Huanhuan put away her disappointed mood, stood up, patted the grass on her skirt, raised her head and looked at him, "Who are you?"
The man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You are the Mo family's new maid, right?"
Huanhuan nodded honestly.
"No wonder." He just smiled and nodded, but did not elaborate further. His gentle eyes fell on her red eyes. He took a few steps closer, stared into her eyes, and asked softly, "Tell me, why are you crying? "
His gaze made Huanhuan feel embarrassed. She hurriedly turned her face away and wiped away the tears on her face, "How could I cry? I'm sorry, I should go back to work."
Without waiting for his answer, Huanhuan quickly ran out of the garden.
As soon as she exited the archway of the garden, she ran into a wall of flesh. She was knocked back a few steps, but the other person didn't move at all.
"Where have you been?" The cool magnetic voice already represented the master's displeasure.
Huanhuan rubbed her nose and raised her red eyes, "I'm going to come out for some air."
She replied confidently, Mojia raised his eyebrows, noticed her eyes, and frowned again, "What happened?"
Huanhuan turned her face away in a disguised manner, "It's okay..."
Mojia took a step forward, pinched her chin rudely, forced her to hold her head up, and said one word that could not be refused, "Say."