Chapter 308: Prime Minister with Broken Sleeves! 3
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Chapter 308: Prime Minister with Cut Sleeves! (3)
Seeing the smile on her face, Mo He couldn't help but feel pain in his heart again.
"Breakfast is ready. You two gentlemen, please come downstairs to eat!"
During the meal, the little girl Qing'er walked in cautiously with her face downcast.
"You two, please!" Mo He took the lead and led the two of them to the downstairs hall for dinner.
As soon as the two sat down at the table, the madam walked in from the outside with a smile, "You two gentlemen, how did you sleep last night?!"
"The high bed in Xiaohun Pavilion has a warm quilt, but I can't sleep anymore!" Xiao Yao put down the chopsticks in his hand, "You came just in time, I just have something to ask my mother!"
"I beg you for help. If you have anything to say, Young Master, just give me your orders. We at Baihua Tower will definitely go through fire and water without any hesitation!" the old bustard said, patting his chest.
"Mom said that, so I won't be polite!" Xiao Yao reached out and pulled Mo He, who was standing beside her, peeling quail eggs for her, onto his lap, "I want to redeem myself for Miss Mo He!"
After hearing this, the old bustard suddenly changed his expression, "Mr. Xiao, you really love to joke. If you like it, come over to Xiaoyao Pavilion and have fun. I think it's better to forget about this matter of redemption!"
Mo He was the moneymaker in Baihualou, so how could she be willing to let her redeem her life?
"Are you afraid that Xiao Yao can't afford the money?!" Xiao Yao said with a faint smile.
"Of course not. Mr. Xiao is the head of the Xiao family and a first-class prime minister. Who doesn't know that the daily income in Xiaoyao Pavilion on Golden Street is so high that he can't afford the silver!" The old bustard held Mo He's shoulders and said, "Mo He,
It’s not that mom is reluctant to let you go, mom
Mom, this is for you first. Who doesn’t know that men are always busy? Today you say you like Mo He, and tomorrow you may fall in love with Yinju. In the end, women like us are still crying to the empty bed in the backyard.
You said yes or no?!"
The madam also saw that Xiao Yao seemed to be sincere, and did not dare to offend Xiao Yao, so he had to use words to persuade Mo He, trying to get her to refuse.
"I think you just want a few more taels of silver!" Mo He stood up, took the jewelry box from the table next to him, and placed it heavily on the table, "This is all the money I earned after arriving at Baihua Tower.
As long as you agree to let Mr. Xiao redeem my property, these will be Mo He's gratitude for your kindness in raising me over the years!"
The jewelry box is filled to the brim with all kinds of treasures and jewelry, all of which are rare and whose prices are immeasurable.
"My kindness in raising you, if you really miss my kindness in raising you, you wouldn't leave so heartlessly!" The madam pulled out a silk handkerchief and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
Glancing sideways at the madam, Xiao Yao lazily uttered four words and handed the note he had written in his hand to her, "This is a note worth one million taels. Take it to Xiao's house and someone will give it to you."
Discount!"
The madam was just trying to get more money. When she heard this figure, which was obviously beyond her estimate, she immediately became happy. She grabbed the note and touched the jewelry box on the table, "Mo He, look.
Mr. Xiao really cares for you when you come here, and your mother is happy for you that you can find a good home..."
Snap!
Xiao Yao raised his hand to press the lid of the jewelry box, his body was full of murderous aura, and his tone had turned cold, "I have to go out for a trip, I'm afraid it will take half a month and ten days. During these days, Mo He will still stay in Xiaoyao Pavilion.
Please also ask mom to take good care of her, if she loses even one hair, Xiao Yao will never give up!"
She slowly took back her palm, and five deep palm prints were left on the jewelry box.