Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 332 You Are the Warm Sun in Winter

Did he know how worried she was when he didn't return to the Eighth Prince's Mansion?
She hugged his pillow and smelled the remaining smell to fall asleep, did he know?

Because of a hairpin, it is also worth showing her face.

It really suffered ten thousand points of damage!
Mo Xiaowan expressed his sadness: "Although I am very reluctant to wake up my brother's hairpin, Uncle Xuanyuan, if you like it, I will give it to you!"

She has been begging for everything like this, and she is so forthright, so it's time for the weather to turn sunny, right?

However, it may be dark!
This person's complexion was even darker, so dark that it was boundless, so if the weather cleared, he had to wait for the sun to rise the next day!
"A man's heart is really a needle in the sea!"

At night, Mo Xiaowan was rolling on the bed with Qing Dai in his arms, very puzzled: "Qing Dai, the baby is suffering, it's just purple, because of a hairpin, so his face is black!"

"Xiao Wan, you shouldn't ask the Eighth Prince for that hairpin."

Qing Dai hit the nail on the head: "It shouldn't be said that I want to put the hairpin on and go to Nanshan Academy. The prince asked Uncle Lu to pick out so many good ones for you. If you insist on picking a broken hairpin, what will the prince think? You don't have to lose it. The face of the Eight Princes' Mansion."

"I don't have any emotional intelligence at all, this baby is just joking."

Mo Xiaowan tickled her: "Just that time, because of Feng Yuyan's insidious tricks, the time I was imprisoned in the firewood room, I called Uncle Xuanyuan a bad person, that was an angry word, I was just joking today, alas , why don’t you have a sense of humor? If he doesn’t understand, why don’t you understand?”

Mo Xiaowan muttered: "People who are not from the same world, there really is a generation gap."

Qingdai is like a curious baby: "Xiao Wan, what is a generation gap?"

"Forget it, the boat of our friendship capsized!"

Mo Xiaowan felt that it was difficult to communicate with the pedantic ancients, and he didn't bother to explain to Qing Dai, so he simply put the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice, "Sleep!"

Whether Uncle Xuanyuan's face will turn cloudy or not depends entirely on tomorrow's sun!

Although it was winter, because of the heavy snow last time, the sun, which had been holding back for many days, hung high above the forest.

In fact, Mo Xiaowan cherishes the time alone with Xuanyuanchen now. Since he was injured on a business trip this time, the feeling of loss is too terrible, so for the first time, she also knows how to cherish and please.

All morning, her mouth was crooked!

"Uncle Xuanyuan, you can throw a stone at random, you can hit every shot without fail, Xiao Wan admires you so much!"

"Is Xiaowan the right way to throw stones?"

Mo Xiaowan hit a tree, clapped his hands, jumped up and laughed loudly: "Uncle Xuanyuan, you teach better than my master Xie Wudi, look, I'm also a hundred hits."

Looking at Mo Xiaowan's foolishness, the corner of Xuanyuanchen's mouth twitched, reminding her.

"Xiao Wan, what the king asked you to aim at just now is the tree next to it."

"what!"

Mo Xiaowan was dumbfounded.

She, she, she, did she miss the mark?
Crooked?

The eyeballs rolled around and said forcefully: "Anyway, it's a tree!"

The corners of Xuanyuanchen's mouth twitched even more this time, completely stretched out, and he smiled brightly.

Mo Xiaowan felt that if she was the sun in summer, he could also be regarded as the warm sun in winter.

Not bad!
Finally, the big baby Xuanyuan was coaxed, and the cloudy weather finally turned sunny. This was a time of harmony that was not easy to come by!

In this winter, we really need the warm sun in winter.

Who will remind her brother to give him the hairpin again, who is she in a hurry with?
Anyway, for the sake of Xuanyuanchen's warm winter sun, even if she was killed, he would not mention the hairpin anymore.

(End of this chapter)