Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 634 Pick Me Back
Mo Xiaowan was depressed and afraid, and she passed him by like that again.

Hearing the familiar voice, he trembled slightly. In front of his eyes was a pair of black boots with white patterns, each with a maple leaf embroidered on them.

Back then, when Gu Yun made boots for her ingeniously, she embroidered maple leaf satin uppers.

When she was happy, she thought of making a pair with her uncle Xuanyuan's boots, stole his boots, and forced Yun Gu to embroider two maple leaves on them.

She always thought that he was so busy that he would not look down to see what was wrong with the boots.

Unexpectedly, he actually knew it. It seems that after he left, he has always liked to wear these boots.

Her tears dripped down into the small broken bowl in front of her.

Because he was too excited, his body kept trembling, and then he followed the pair of boots all the way up, looked at his robe, and then raised his head, looking at his upper body.

His familiar face came into her sight just like that.

It was a face that she longed for day and night, a face that she wanted to touch even in her dreams, so close at hand that she could touch it.

Xuanyuanchen only felt that the shadow of this little beggar was a little familiar. When she looked up at him, he was staring at the bowl under her feet.

Why is she crying?
The tears flowing into the broken bowl seemed to be dripping on his heart, which made his heart tremble.

"I don't want osmanthus cake."

Mo Xiaowan was so impulsive all of a sudden, he rushed over and hugged his thigh tightly, tears dripped down on the maple leaf on the top of his boot.

"If you don't eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I want you to pick me up."

Except for Mo Xiaowan, he never liked others approaching him. It was strange that he didn't have the urge to kick this little beggar so inexplicably entangled.

Perhaps it was her voice, which was a little familiar. When she spoke, it sounded like a small bowl.

Because of this, he couldn't bear to push her away, and said in a cold voice, "Take the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, let go!"

Lei Ling, who was at the side, was shocked when he saw his prince being entangled by a little beggar from a distance.

To his surprise, unless the master is willing, anyone who comes within three steps of his master will be slapped away with his palm.

But this little beggar with patched clothes was so entangled, but his prince had a good temper and didn't do anything.

Lei Ling also sympathized with these street children and hurried over to persuade them.

"My grandfather still needs to find someone, so let him go!"

Mo Xiaowan's head was stuck to the hem of his calf, staring at the maple leaf in a daze, and the warm and beautiful anecdotes of Yafengyuan came to the fore one after another.

Old cows and tender grass are all delivered to your door.

Can't you just look down?

Mo Xiaowan swallowed hard: "Don't look for it, pick up my little stray cat."

"If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for being rude."

My master gave me a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but this little beggar didn't know what to do, Lei Ling said angrily, "You should give up on it, my master won't pick anyone except her..."

Halfway through the speech, Lei Ling felt something was wrong and his body became stiff.

Little wild cat?
Isn't this what my grandfather called Mo Xiaowan?
Seeing his master's appearance as if struck by lightning, his whole body was stiff, his breathing was extremely light, and he squatted down slowly and gently, as if he was afraid of scaring away the little beggar under his feet.

Lei Ling vaguely guessed something, no wonder the little beggar's voice sounded so familiar?

When the master's trembling hand gently pulled out the little beggar's messy hair, revealing a familiar face, Lei Ling felt a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

At such an important moment, he turned around wisely.

(End of this chapter)