Fuxing Mengfei
Chapter 233 Fucking Tenderness
Chapter 233 Fucking Tenderness (Reward plus more)
Her words are like maple leaves fluttering in the wind after the bleak autumn wind, dancing and falling in the stream, drifting farther and farther along the gurgling stream.
After a while, a group of people leading a small group disappeared at the end of the pebble path.
The last ray of sunlight disappeared in the maple forest, and the maple forest in the evening was a bit chilly, Xie Wudi stood alone in the wind, feeling a little lonely and desolate.
Knowing that the lord is going back to the mansion, Uncle Lu asked the little chef to prepare meals and bring them over.
Xuanyuanchen pursed his lips slightly, and led Mo Xiaowan into the dining room.
As soon as he entered the dining room, the tangy aroma of vegetables hit his nostrils. After concentrating on painting all afternoon, Mo Xiaowan spent a lot of brainpower. He was really hungry, and his stomach twitched a bit when he was stimulated by the smell.
"Wait!"
Mo Xiaowan rushed towards the table, Xuanyuanchen called her.
She turned her face away, confused.
Under her gaze, Xuanyuanchen twitched the corners of his lips, then moved out the dining table and chairs, lifted her arm slightly, and Mo Xiaowan had already moved onto the chair.
She opened her eyes and stared at him in shock.
Is Uncle Xuanyuan not sick?
From the moment Fenglin held her hand tightly, it was very gentle.
Does his current behavior resemble that of a western gentleman who considerately pulls out a chair for a lady before dining, and just barely stretches out his hand as a gesture of invitation.
Accustomed to his domineering, his uncertain weather, such a gentle Uncle Xuanyuan made Mo Xiaowan a little embarrassed.
"Hey, I have something to give you."
Mo Xiaowan raised the painting in his hand, as if he was about to present a treasure.
"This king knows."
After Xuanyuanchen sat down, the corners of his mouth opened into a beautiful solitude: "It's the first time this little thing paints, and I don't want to dedicate it to my master, but I want to give it to my king."
Of course, who gave you the courage to like it, but not to admit it?
After eating and drinking for nothing in the Eight Princes' Mansion for so long, I finally did a small thing for you by drawing the portraits of your music and music.
Just as Mo Xiaowan was about to keep cooking, Xuanyuanchen interrupted her.
"Little thing, it will be your birthday in a few days from Chongyang Nine, right?"
"Ah! Yes!"
Mo Xiaowan scratched his head: "Uncle Xuanyuan didn't say anything, Xiaowan almost forgot."
"Since my mother's death, I haven't celebrated my birthday in the Marquis of Weiyuan's Mansion for so many years."
When mentioning this, Mo Xiaowan felt a little sad: "Every birthday, Su Gu would cook two poached eggs for me, and Ayi would think of a way to give me a small gift..."
Xuanyuanchen suddenly picked up a chicken leg and sent it to her bowl across the table, leaned over, and gently stroked her steamed stuffed bun with his other free hand.
"Little thing, I will accompany you on every birthday from now on."
After he put down his chopsticks, he took out a delicate wooden box from his wide sleeve, and took out a beautifully crafted necklace carved from purple jade.
"You put this away first, on your birthday, this king will give you a big gift."
Mo Xiaowan held the open wooden box with both hands, his eyes were shining brightly, wondering if the candles in the dining room were too bright, the phoenix carved in purple jade in the box seemed to fly out alive.
Just looking at the color, I know it must be very precious.
After her mother's death, it was the first time she received a birthday gift, especially Xuanyuanchen said that there was a big gift on her birthday.
In this way, this necklace is a side dish of porridge, and there is a big meal on the birthday?
Mo Xiaowan was a little incoherent: "For me?"
"like?"
Xuanyuanchen raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I like it very much."
Mo Xiaowan nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes were as bright as twinkling stars in the sky.
This chapter is updated, thanks to He Yisheng Xiaomo (beautiful girl, thank you for pampering me again), Mo Bingxuan, Xian Meijing, and Qiu Zhiyu for their rewards, thank you, okay?
(End of this chapter)
Her words are like maple leaves fluttering in the wind after the bleak autumn wind, dancing and falling in the stream, drifting farther and farther along the gurgling stream.
After a while, a group of people leading a small group disappeared at the end of the pebble path.
The last ray of sunlight disappeared in the maple forest, and the maple forest in the evening was a bit chilly, Xie Wudi stood alone in the wind, feeling a little lonely and desolate.
Knowing that the lord is going back to the mansion, Uncle Lu asked the little chef to prepare meals and bring them over.
Xuanyuanchen pursed his lips slightly, and led Mo Xiaowan into the dining room.
As soon as he entered the dining room, the tangy aroma of vegetables hit his nostrils. After concentrating on painting all afternoon, Mo Xiaowan spent a lot of brainpower. He was really hungry, and his stomach twitched a bit when he was stimulated by the smell.
"Wait!"
Mo Xiaowan rushed towards the table, Xuanyuanchen called her.
She turned her face away, confused.
Under her gaze, Xuanyuanchen twitched the corners of his lips, then moved out the dining table and chairs, lifted her arm slightly, and Mo Xiaowan had already moved onto the chair.
She opened her eyes and stared at him in shock.
Is Uncle Xuanyuan not sick?
From the moment Fenglin held her hand tightly, it was very gentle.
Does his current behavior resemble that of a western gentleman who considerately pulls out a chair for a lady before dining, and just barely stretches out his hand as a gesture of invitation.
Accustomed to his domineering, his uncertain weather, such a gentle Uncle Xuanyuan made Mo Xiaowan a little embarrassed.
"Hey, I have something to give you."
Mo Xiaowan raised the painting in his hand, as if he was about to present a treasure.
"This king knows."
After Xuanyuanchen sat down, the corners of his mouth opened into a beautiful solitude: "It's the first time this little thing paints, and I don't want to dedicate it to my master, but I want to give it to my king."
Of course, who gave you the courage to like it, but not to admit it?
After eating and drinking for nothing in the Eight Princes' Mansion for so long, I finally did a small thing for you by drawing the portraits of your music and music.
Just as Mo Xiaowan was about to keep cooking, Xuanyuanchen interrupted her.
"Little thing, it will be your birthday in a few days from Chongyang Nine, right?"
"Ah! Yes!"
Mo Xiaowan scratched his head: "Uncle Xuanyuan didn't say anything, Xiaowan almost forgot."
"Since my mother's death, I haven't celebrated my birthday in the Marquis of Weiyuan's Mansion for so many years."
When mentioning this, Mo Xiaowan felt a little sad: "Every birthday, Su Gu would cook two poached eggs for me, and Ayi would think of a way to give me a small gift..."
Xuanyuanchen suddenly picked up a chicken leg and sent it to her bowl across the table, leaned over, and gently stroked her steamed stuffed bun with his other free hand.
"Little thing, I will accompany you on every birthday from now on."
After he put down his chopsticks, he took out a delicate wooden box from his wide sleeve, and took out a beautifully crafted necklace carved from purple jade.
"You put this away first, on your birthday, this king will give you a big gift."
Mo Xiaowan held the open wooden box with both hands, his eyes were shining brightly, wondering if the candles in the dining room were too bright, the phoenix carved in purple jade in the box seemed to fly out alive.
Just looking at the color, I know it must be very precious.
After her mother's death, it was the first time she received a birthday gift, especially Xuanyuanchen said that there was a big gift on her birthday.
In this way, this necklace is a side dish of porridge, and there is a big meal on the birthday?
Mo Xiaowan was a little incoherent: "For me?"
"like?"
Xuanyuanchen raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I like it very much."
Mo Xiaowan nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes were as bright as twinkling stars in the sky.
This chapter is updated, thanks to He Yisheng Xiaomo (beautiful girl, thank you for pampering me again), Mo Bingxuan, Xian Meijing, and Qiu Zhiyu for their rewards, thank you, okay?
(End of this chapter)
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