Chapter 307: Prime Minister with Broken Sleeves! 2
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Chapter 307: Prime Minister with Cut Sleeves! (2)
"The body, hair and skin are given to you by your parents, but you cannot cut them!" With a chuckle, Si Wuxie walked behind her barefoot, grabbed the comb, carefully combed her messy hair, and then tied it up on top of her head.
Don't put on the silver basket again.
"Uncle Junior, you are so awesome!" Xiao Yao looked at his neatly combed hair in the mirror and praised.
"When I was little, I loved combing my mother's hair!" Si Wuxie gently put the horn comb in her hand on the table, with a hint of sadness in her tone.
After knowing him for so long, this was the first time she heard him mention old things. Looking at his handsome face in the mirror, Xiao Yao couldn't help but feel pity. She stood up and held his arms. Her face was bright.
"I know, it feels like not having family, but don't be sad. From today on, I, Xiao Yao, am your family, okay?!"
Si Wuxie's expression froze slightly, then he smiled for a moment, then he naturally reached over to gather her robe, fasten the robe belt, straighten the wrinkles, and then solemnly nodded to her, "Okay!"
The door opened silently, and Qing'er walked in holding water and a face towel. He looked at the two beautiful young men who were smiling at each other, and was stunned at the door, "You...really have your sleeves cut off?!"
They actually slept together, and... and they were so close. Seeing the innocent young master helping the young prime minister tie his clothes with his bare feet, then... how much love must that be?!
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Mo He's voice was filled with anger. He walked up to her, took the water and face towel from her hand, raised his hand and slapped her face, "When did something happen in Xiaoyao Pavilion?"
An unruly girl like you, if you just go out and chew your tongue, be careful I tear your mouth apart, why are you still standing there, go and prepare breakfast for the two young men!"
Qing'er had never seen his master lose such a temper before, so he didn't dare to neglect, quickly got up from the ground, and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Putting the water and face towel on the table, Mo He said without showing any expression on his face, "Young masters, please forgive me for not following the rules!"
Si Wuxie looked confused, but Xiao Yao knew that she didn't want her servants to tell her "goodness of the cut sleeves", and he couldn't help but feel secretly grateful in his heart.
She doesn't care about reputation, but if someone like Si Wuxie is talked nonsense about, she won't be happy either.
Putting the twisted towel in front of Xiao Yao, Mo He bit his lower lip and finally plucked up the courage to speak, "Yesterday, when the young master said that he wanted to marry Mo He, was it a drunken joke, or was he serious?!"
Xiao Yao looked at her calm face, and for a moment he couldn't grasp her thoughts. He nodded and said, "Every word Xiao Yao said is true, and it is definitely not a joke!"
"Okay!" Mo He raised his face and bravely looked at hers, "I do!"
Willing to follow him back to Xiao Yao, willing to be the wife on his business card, willing to be a shield for his broken sleeves... Mo He only said three words, but he said a lot.
Xiao Yao understood her words and her heart.
She is indeed worthy of being called Mo He. She is indeed able to emerge from the mire and remain unsullied.
Nodding slightly, Xiao Yao raised his lips and smiled, "Okay, I'll talk to my mother later!"
While she was talking about being nice, she also secretly decided that in the future, when the time was right, she would help Mo He find a real husband.
"What are you talking about?!" Si Wuxie asked curiously after putting on her clothes and walking over.
"Uncle Junior!" Xiao Yao gave him an ambiguous smile, "You have to prepare a big red envelope, because I'm getting married!"