"I just came out, you go first, where is Chunlan? What's the point? Mr. Zhang, could you please send your concubine off?" Mo Xiaohuan saw that Chunlan didn't follow him out, so she turned to Zhang Zifeng who was about to turn around and leave.
When Zhang Zifeng heard what she said, he felt a little embarrassed on his face, but he responded without hesitation, "Please, concubine."
Lin Muxin was not polite and followed her.
Mo Xiaohuan looked at the two of them and felt strange, so she asked Xiao Tao, "Do you think there is... something weird between them?"
Xiaotao heard what she said, looked at their figures and shook her head, "No, they walked just a short distance apart, didn't talk, and didn't touch each other physically."
Mo Xiaohuan rolled her eyes, turned around and left, "I'm telling you in vain," the little girl is just a little girl.
"Miss, it's wrong for you to do this. You need to pay attention to your image." Thanks to her dressing up the lady so dignified every day, her image has been ruined.
While talking, they came to the ‘Xiaoyu Hall’. Mo Xiaohuan opened the door and went in.
Huanpei no longer has to lie down to rest. She is sitting on a stool, as if she is embroidering something.
Mo Xiaohuan walked in from the door and saw that she had gotten out of bed but had not put on any more clothes. She frowned and said, "Why don't you put on more clothes? You are not afraid of the cold. You are just in good shape." He walked to the closet and took one.
Put a coat on her
Huan Pei raised his head when he heard the sound, saw her, smiled, felt warm for her concern, and put down what he was doing, "You haven't been here for a long time." She was very lonely and bored now.
"It's been a long time." Mo Xiaohuan sat down, glanced at something on the table, picked it up and looked at it, and said, "You embroider this too? Who is it for?" This is obviously a child's thing.
"Of course it's for my godson." Huanpei smiled, "I can't welcome the birth of my godson with nothing like this. I need something decent." He picked it up and read it again.
"Hmm, that's true." Mo Xiaohuan snorted like a cat, thinking of Zhang Zifeng whom he met just now, and said, "How did you and Mr. Zhang meet?"
When Huanpei heard her asking this, he couldn't help but look up at her and said, "Why are you asking about this suddenly? Don't you usually not care about these things?"
"I suddenly want to know, can you tell me?" Mo Xiaohuan didn't use a forceful tone, but it was also a tone that could not be refused.
Huan Pei didn't think much about it. He thought for a while and said, "It was winter that year. I was adopted, and the person who followed the owner was him. After that, he took good care of me, and I was quite familiar with him.
"Later, due to some reasons, we broke off contact, and now we only got in touch recently. What's wrong?" After briefly speaking, she asked her
It was obviously a very tortuous story, but Mo Xiaohuan heard her telling it so monotonously and said, "Can you tell stories? Can you tell them more excitingly?"
A few black lines slid down Huanpei's forehead and said, "Then what do you want me to say?" That's obviously the case, what else do you want her to say? She just said it briefly, and there was no detail in it.
I couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights.
"Speak carefully," Mo Xiaohuan said.
“It’s too long and I can’t finish it in one day.”
"Then I'll stay with you"
"No, the prince will kill me. My life is not guaranteed."
"...How did you know he was back? Aren't you unable to go out?" Mo Xiaohuan looked at her with wide eyes.