The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

And Fengling also found that Mo Lingqiu became more and more interesting.

Since he took over the Killer Building, his ambition seems to be less serious.

Instead, he became more and more adept at housework, almost like a househusband.

Fengling really didn't realize before that this person actually liked to quarrel with others so much.

Every morning, he carries a small vegetable basket on his arm. He first walks around the market, then picks and chooses various vegetables, and then starts a fierce quarrel with the aunts and ladies selling vegetables.

His quarrel was so fierce that even the aunt who sold eggs next door felt ashamed.

The scene where Mo Lingqiu was arguing with the pork stall owner was a common occurrence.

Whenever he and the landlady argued over a few pennies of pork, the quarrel made the landlady turn pale, and everyone was worried that she would roll up her sleeves and start a fight with him.

However, the most shocking thing is that after the transaction was completed, this man took away a pig tail without any shame.

Every time I think of that scene, the porky Xishi is so angry that she grits her teeth and really wants to take out a knife to chop people. I have never seen anyone who likes to take advantage so much.

In addition to the pork stall owner, he also often quarreled with the egg seller.

At the end of the quarrel, even the lady next door complained to Feng Ling.

"Ms. Mo, your husband-in-law really knows how to make a living. For three cents worth of eggs, he actually asked me to give me a handful of chopped green onions. He also said that you like to eat. I have never seen a better person than your husband-in-law in my life. A budget person.”

Hearing this, Feng Ling could only shake her head helplessly.

The nearby residents thought they were a couple. Although Fengling explained many times, no one believed it.

On the contrary, Mo Lingqiu enjoyed it, even a little proud.

He seemed to enjoy this misunderstanding, as if the two were really a loving couple.

To Feng Ling, this was simply outrageous.

This person seemed to be possessed by a ghost. He didn't argue with the aunt at the market and even bullied the children.

The little fat guy next door always liked to climb on the wall of his house, and every time he was caught, he would jump into Feng Ling's arms.

This little guy has a sweet mouth and is very coaxing. He always says that he wants to marry Lady Mo as his wife when he grows up.

This made Mo Lingqiu very angry.

He had worked so hard to wait until now without even touching her, but this morning he secretly touched Ling Ling's soft little hand, but that was not the most important thing.

The important thing is that he hasn't taken the lead yet, how could he let a little fat guy take the lead?

So when Feng Ling opened the door and came back, she saw Mo Lingqiu, a grown man, bullying the fat guy next door.

The little fat boy was being tossed around like a wooden doll in his hands, crying until his eyes and nose ran with tears.

Mo Lingqiu also asked him with a smile if it was fun, if he would dare to climb on the wall of his house in the future, and if he would dare to steal his people.

"If you dare to jump into her arms again, I will chop off your fingers, one at a time, and then I will chop off your toes!"

The little fat man was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Feng Ling couldn't believe her eyes. She rushed forward to rescue the little fat man, stared at Mo Lingqiu and said:

"Mo Lingqiu, how old are you? Why do you still care about children?"

But this person also said to her righteously,

"I'm not angry, I'm just playing with him. The seniors from Killer House also played with us like this when we were young. Look how happy this little fat guy is when he cries!"

Fengling:

"..."

She was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Feng Ling, who couldn't hold it back any longer, raised her hand and tapped him on the head. She was angry and funny, and then started nagging him.

"How dare you say that the aunt next door complained to me again today, saying that you didn't even know how to give in when you quarreled with the elderly!"

"I'm so old, what will I do if I get mad at you again? And you're still bullying my five-year-old grandson. Mo Lingqiu, when will you become more mature?" Mo Lingqiu suddenly became serious. Face,

"I have it."

Feng Ling stared at him

"When?"

The other person's eyes fell on her face, and she suddenly smiled, and her eyes became very gentle.

"Of course when I'm with you, I'm always very mature."

"Mo Lingqiu, I am talking to you very seriously."

Feng Ling was angry again and couldn't help calling his name. Her cheeks were slightly red and her voice was a little annoyed, hoping that he would stop joking at this time.

"I am also talking to you very seriously."

Mo Lingqiu was very serious about this matter. He took a few steps forward, while Feng Ling involuntarily took two steps back.

In this way, he trapped Feng Ling tightly in the corner, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

whispered,

"Lingling, stop dodging, okay?"

Mo Lingqiu's voice was calm and slightly hoarse.

"The people and things of the past are completely in the past. It has been a year. Can you open your eyes a little and look at the people in front of you?"

"I'm no worse than him, I can even do better than him. Why can't you look at me more? Besides, you don't hate me that much, right?"

In the past year, Mo Lingqiu had used explicit and implicit instructions countless times, but each time he was dismissed in an understatement.

At first, he felt only disappointment, but then he began to sense that something was wrong.

If she, Feng Ling, really didn't have any feelings for him, she could have rejected him directly. But somewhere along the line, her rejection became less obvious.

This seemed to make Mo Lingqiu understand something.

She should have feelings for him, but she hasn't realized that she has gotten used to his presence.

It's just that she hasn't completely let go of Ying Xiaojiu in her heart.

Feng Ling didn't expect Mo Lingqiu to say such words at this time. She pursed her lips and looked away.

His cheeks turned red with anger, and he was mixed with shame and anger, blaming him for saying such words at this inopportune moment.

This made her panic for a moment.

"what are you talking about?"

Feng Ling tried to push away Mo Lingqiu's confinement and wanted to leave here, but he was firmly pressed in place and unable to move.

Feng Ling really didn't know what to do now, and she was even more angry. At the same time, she didn't dare to look up at him.

Mo Lingqiu was still staring at Feng Ling intently. Seeing her ostrich-like posture, he knew that she was planning to change the subject again today.

Since she refused to admit it, Mo Lingqiu decided to completely tear up the window paper.

"You really can't feel it?"

Mo Lingqiu grasped Feng Ling's shoulders, not believing that she really couldn't tell. She just refused to face it.

Feng Ling was forced to have nowhere to retreat, so she could only raise her head helplessly and asked in a low voice,

"what?"

The distance between them was so close that Mo Lingqiu could smell the fragrance of her hair just by lowering his head.

The freshly washed long black hair exuded a light herbal fragrance, which fascinated him.

"I like you."

Mo Lingqiu said seriously, finally tearing the window paper completely, and there was a bit of absurdity in his confession.