This guy knows how to talk without back pain while lying down.
Who was seriously injured that made her take over the complicated government affairs a month ago? Don't think about how many memorials she helped him approve day and night!
It was good now that he was fine and relieved, but she still had to turn around and continue to check the Feng family's accounts!
After entering the imperial capital, she had to immediately summon the general manager of each place in the Feng family to sort out all the affairs since Qiu Yu left.
"Ahem...Zi'er, it's not impossible to go back to Feng Mansion with you." Mo Zhilan rubbed the corners of her clothes and smiled softly, "I don't mind if everyone in the world knows how I want to pamper you.
"
"I mind!" She rolled her eyes at him angrily. Feng Xizi picked up the bamboo pen and recorded the calculated data in the ledger.
"Zi'er..."
"No time!"
"Zi'er..."
"Not at home!"
"Zi'er..."
"Dead!"
"Zi'er..."
"Calling the soul..." She was so angry that she dropped her pen and watched as he took an extra step, along the hem of her skirt, and touched her ankles. Moreover, his fingers actually hooked into the silk stockings, which were so beautiful and frivolous against her skin.
Mo Zhilan, who had benefited from the sweetness, smiled warmly, without the slightest hint of being a gangster under his skirt, "Zi'er, you look beautiful when you're angry. Having said that, I don't recommend that you get angry often so that others can't see you.
This is so beautiful.”
Feng Xi's purple-pink face gradually became shy, and her pair of clear watery eyes glared at him displeasedly.
Her tender face was flushed, and that look had an air of coquettishness that made Mo Zhilan's narrow phoenix eyes darken.
"Stop being so glib! Let me tell you seriously, we are about to enter the imperial capital. How are you going to deal with Shen Zimo?"
"Chen Zimo..." As he read these three words, the lust in Mo Zhilan's eyes instantly turned into murderous thoughts.
His and Zi'er's first child died at the hands of Shen Zimo. If it weren't for Nan Hen, he would definitely kill Shen Zimo.
Two years later, he put her under house arrest in the mausoleum of Nanhen. Although he did not kill her, he did not give her freedom and let her live a life of darkness. Originally, she could survive. As long as she stopped making trouble, he
You can spare her life for Nan Hen's sake.
However, now, she is seeking death——
"Zhi Lan, I know Mo Nanhen loves her very much, you..."
"Zi'er, it's not that I don't know Nan Hen's feelings for her, so I spared her once, but I just placed her under house arrest without giving her freedom, and let her wait for death in Zhaoling. However, she should not deliberately return to the palace again. I
Not revealing her identity is just too late, and there is no need to be polite to her."
She blinked, put down the account book, and asked, "Do you know her identity?"
"Want to know?" he asked, narrowing his long eyes like a cunning fox, "I never do business at a loss. If you want to know the news, just come over and give me a kiss."
"..."
Feng Xizi also narrowed her eyes and looked at him dangerously. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Shameless, obscene!"
"Forget it if you don't kiss her. Zi'er doesn't seem to like her anyway-" Before she could finish her words, Feng Xizi suddenly bent down and touched his cheek.
"You can talk about it now!" What kind of loss-making business this guy with a weak soul is, does he have the nerve to mention these two words in front of her?
His long fingers caressed the spot where she kissed him. Although he was not very satisfied, he knew the principle of giving up when he was good. He smiled and said leisurely: "Shen Zimo's identity can be traced back to the civil strife in Loulan."