She remembered telling Jun Feimo that when she returned to Yun Mansion, Mo Feijun was in a deep sleep and had no idea about her whereabouts. Due to his special personality, and it was inconvenient to ask people in the palace to avoid being distinguished, how could he guess?
Come to her here?
After all, the world is so big and there are many places she can go.
Mo Feijun turned to the principle of silence is golden. Without explaining anything, he found a seat by himself, picked up the account and started to help her deal with it. He looked attentive and checked the steps skillfully. He seemed to do these things often.
His slender white jade-like fingertips quickly flipped through the account book, and then quickly wrote down the data on another piece of white paper. In the blink of an eye, he had completed checking the thick account book.
Yun Dieyi looked at Mo Feijun, who was looking at everything, and simply piled all the ledgers in front of him.
She leisurely took out a book from the neatly arranged ancient wooden bookshelf and read it.
To her, Mo Feijun's devilish memory talent is not in vain. If she reads a book, she can write down the main idea and some details in one glance at most, but when reading a bill, she has to write down ten lines in one glance.
All data, there is simply no way to do it.
Therefore, if one thing does not bother the two masters, all these things will be troublesome to Mo Feijun.
Mo Feijun raised his deep eyes, as if he had no reaction to Yun Dieyi entrusting him with all the tasks. Then he lowered his head to calculate and record. The surrounding atmosphere was like a pool of calm water.
Yun Dieyi was already used to his unpredictable personality, so he acted very calmly about it.
His fingertips slid over the pages of the account book, exuding a charm unique to the dark night under the lamp. With the rustling sound of turning pages, the air seemed to condense. Yun Dieyi sat aside and was consulting ancient books.
Between them, an atmosphere called tranquility and harmony flows.
The bright moon hung high, and by the time Mo Feijun helped Yun Dieyi finish processing all the account books, she had already fallen asleep, with her fair face half buried under the book, and her whole body curled up on a large and thick chair.
He gently put down the account book in his hand, and then slowly left his seat, fearing to wake up the sleeping Yun Dieyi. When he walked in front of her, he leaned slightly and prepared to pick her up.
Her gentle and shallow breaths spread over his face because of his approach, making his heart a little messy. Finally, he was worried that taking away the book would wake her up, so he held her and the book together, moving
Soft and warm.
Yun Dieyi was sleeping, and did not wake up. He just moved his body habitually, found a comfortable position in her arms, and then became quiet again, as if his arms were used as a comfortable big bed.
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There was a warm smile on the corner of Mo Feijun's mouth, so strange that even he himself didn't notice it.
He just sighed in his heart, she still looked more docile when sleeping.
Such Yun Dieyi showed no aggression at all, and all the wisdom and brilliance in his eyes were concealed as he closed his eyes, making him look particularly pitiful.
After a while, half dazed and half awake, Yun Dieyi found that she couldn't find the pillow again. Her cherry red lips pursed slightly, and then she closed her eyes and began to search for the pillow. This was a habit she had developed over the years.
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Her hands wandered around Mo Feijun's body, and after grabbing his hand, she quickly let go. The pillow was soft, so it wouldn't be so hard. This was obviously not the case, and then her hand began to grab upwards again.
Touching his solid chest, she was slightly dissatisfied.