Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1294
Because she hugged the wrong servant Qing Cang who was disguised as a man, he was jealous and punished her to kneel down.

She poured medicine into the aunt's garden in the mansion, attracting snakes, insects, rats and ants, and he stood in front of her without saying a word.

Mo Xiaowan was imprisoned in the firewood room for more than half a month, and painted many paintings.

These paintings record the elf-like girl, her emotions.

She made all kinds of troubles, confronted the man in the painting, teased the guards in the mansion, and secretly went to the back kitchen to learn how to make pastries.

Tonight's picture is about a woman who came to the house to appreciate lotus poisoning. In order to protect the pastry chef, she jumped out to take the blame and was imprisoned in the woodshed.

But that night when the storm was raging, the girl turned pale with fright in the woodshed, so he suddenly rushed into the woodshed and hugged her tightly.

The painting depicts violent storms, such weather is rarely seen in Bingxi Kingdom.

do not know why?
Seeing this painting, Xuanyuan Chen's heart trembled, feeling that the violent storm would make his heart feel suffocated, so he suddenly held Mo Xiaowan's hand tightly.

"Little Wan, are you afraid of thunder?"

Could it be her painting that reminded him of something?
Mo Xiaowan turned his head, looked at her in surprise, and called out with trembling lips: "Uncle Xuanyuan!"

Xuanyuanchen suddenly hugged her tightly: "The wind and rain in this painting makes one's heart palpitate!"

Mo Xiaowan felt his warm breath against her neck, which made her neck itch, and her neck felt numb.

The familiar feeling made her heart tremble.

However, at the next moment, he seemed dissatisfied with sticking his lips to his neck, took a deep breath, pressed it tightly, and sucked lightly.

Mo Xiaowan was struck by lightning.

This, is this eating tofu?
Can she say that, in fact, she is very willing.

But in the end, what was he thinking?Still haven't thought of it?
Mo Xiaowan broke away from his embrace, raised his head and asked, "Uncle Xuanyuan, how do you feel when you see this painting?"

Does she not want to be cuddled by him?
Sensing her resistance, Xuanyuanchen's face turned gloomy: "The story is very touching."

Fog grass!

The hope that rose in Mo Xiaowan's heart fell heavily, and with a howl, he rolled directly onto the bed, and buried his head deep in the pillow.

In fact, she didn't think at first that he would remember it so quickly, after all, the story was only told to a small point.

The reason why she chose to paint to evoke his memories is because the paintings are more graphic and easier to imprint in a person's mind.

This story has only been told for a short time, and she never thought that he would think of it all at once.

But the point is, his actions made her hopeful, and she couldn't be more excited.

When changing his clothes that time, she couldn't help biting him, and directly refused to let her serve in the bedroom.

That time in the study, I drew a picture of a clean room, and ignored her for half a month.

He suddenly made out to himself, thought he remembered?
Unexpectedly, this girl hugged her just because the story was touching.

Without hope, there is no loss.

Mo Xiaowan felt so lost at the moment, thinking of a pair of cute babies far away in Paradise Island, waiting for their papa, Mo Xiaoniu was a little discouraged.

But Xuanyuan Damu didn't know what he was thinking.

Just don't coax her.

"It's getting late, Xiaowan should rest earlier."

After speaking, a flash disappeared.

Mo Xiaowan looked at the empty room, regretting it!

What a great opportunity just now, she was stupid, stupid, so stupid, why didn't she take advantage of this opportunity and just throw him down?

"Ooooooooooo!"

Amidst the wailing, Mo Xiaowan blew out the lights, thinking about the pair of cute babies far away on Paradise Island, and lost sleep.

The sound of crickets suddenly came from the hanging window...

(End of this chapter)