The interior of the car is exquisite and luxurious.
There are also various kinds of dried fruits and exquisite snacks in the grid, as well as a few books for leisure reading. At this time, Mo Liancheng was sitting lazily on the soft seat in the car, talking to the man who just got in the car.
Sanctimonious is not a style at all.
Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched.
It seems that she is not the only one who can act, right?
If you don't point it out, the atmosphere will be lost if you point out some things.
She silently chose a seat farthest away from Mo Liancheng and sat down. Her posture was standard, elegant and decent, and there was nothing wrong with it. But if you sit like this for a long time, you will definitely get tired...
at this time.
"Go home." Mo Liancheng calmly escaped from his lips.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people outside responded, and the carriage also moved.
The atmosphere was a bit dull and no one spoke.
A little later the hour passed.
Mo Liancheng was reading a book leisurely, picking out one or two dried fruits and throwing them to the corner of his mouth from time to time. He could not be described as leisurely and at ease.
Qu Tan'er secretly calculated how long she could maintain her current posture.
Although there are soft cushions in the carriage, the cushions are a bit too low, and she cannot sit cross-legged like a man. She can only put her legs diagonally in the same direction, hide her shoes under her skirt, and put a pair of
Place your little hands quietly on your thighs, keep your waist straight, your head slightly lowered, and breathe gently in and out without any deviation.
Sitting is tiring enough, but the most important thing is that my back is injured, the pain has not gone away, my brows have been furrowed, and I haven't been able to relax for a while.
"Do you have something to say?" Suddenly, Mo Liancheng raised his head and asked.
"No."
"uncomfortable?"
"very good."
The two had a simple conversation and did not continue.
a long time.
"Qu, Tan, Er?" Mo Liancheng read out the name lightly, but his slightly narrowed eyes were fixed on her.
"Yes." Qu Tan'er nodded, feeling excited in her heart, waiting for his next words. Oh no, she thought she would return to the Eighth Prince's Mansion peacefully, but it seemed that she thought too simply and underestimated Mo.
Liancheng.
"The name is correct?"
"yes."
"Where are the people?" Mo Liancheng asked, a smile on his handsome face. However, this smile had a kind of indifference and chill.
"Yes." Qu Tan'er replied directly, without any panic, and with full determination. Thinking about her current sixteen-year-old appearance (she was fourteen when she first traveled through time) and her twenty-year-old mind, Mo Liancheng should be lucky
Congratulations, he met a strange person in the world... no, it should be said to be the Millennium Fairy. Otherwise, not everyone can meet this kind of opportunity.
Mo Liancheng remained silent.
Qu Tan'er smiled and asked, "Is the prince doubting me?"
Qu Tan'er said this sentence only after some consideration.
There was a sense of probing, was he doubting her identity?
"What do you think?" Mo Liancheng asked.
Qu Tan'er smiled, indifferently, but it lacked some emotion and smiled insincerely. He could sneer hypocritically, couldn't she? She said calmly: "The prince is joking, Tan'er is still Tan'er
, is the fourth young lady who came out of the Qu Mansion, and is now the eighth princess of the prince." Originally, she wanted to tell him just now that she was not the fourth young lady of the Qu Mansion, and asked him to just let her go, but then she thought, she was too naive.
Well, if she dares to say that she is not the fourth young lady, the most likely possibility is death. Another possibility is: life is worse than death.