Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 738 I Want to Eat Meat
Hearing the noise, Mo Xiaowan hurriedly wrapped the scarf around it, and then turned away with a smile.

Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately.

If that brat Mo Qianlang hadn't seen it, he would have laughed at her to death.

Gu Moxiao said he was bringing her porridge and side dishes, but what came out of the food basket was the sauced beef she wanted, pork knuckle, and her favorite kind of fish without bones.

Because of the strawberry marks on her neck and neck, she was so hungry that her heart trembled for a while. Seeing that it was not porridge and side dishes, her eyes lit up, regardless of her appearance, and started to work.

"Stupid girl, are you pretending to be sick?"

Mo Qianlang watched her eat fish and meat, what she ate was a joy, and she was very speechless, especially when she told Linger not to cut small pieces in the back kitchen, but to order bigger pieces.

For Mo Xiaowan's slanderous mouth, Mo Qianlang, as a younger brother, expressed his disgust.

But when he thought of the torture and abuse she had suffered in the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion, and felt sorry for her being starved, that's why she ate so indecently.

In fact, Mo Xiaocheng and Mrs. Weiyuanhou are his father and grandmother after all.

But in his heart, the stinky girl and mother are the ones who really love him.

What made him even more intolerable was that the old lady would plot against Mo Xiaowan to marry Si Buliang, who was already a useless person, especially that bastard Mo Xiaocheng dared to play tricks on her while he was away.

Thinking of this, he hated himself for having the blood of the Mo family on his body.

Therefore, it is very good to be able to send her back to the Eighth Prince.

As soon as he heard that the eight kings said that they wanted to find out the mastermind behind the murder of Feng Zimo, and that Mo Xiaowan would stay in the villa for a few days, Mo Qianlang immediately rushed to the eight princes' mansion to pick him up.

As soon as Mo Xiaowan got into the carriage, he wrapped his neck tightly with a silk scarf. He thought she was really sick.

He placed her in Mo Qianxie's yard and asked Ling'er not to disturb her, but when she heard her secretly ordering Ling'er to eat meat and big pieces, he was very speechless.

Especially the person who said he had a cold, now he is gnawing on a pig's knuckle without any appearance, like a dead ghost reincarnated.

What more can he say?
I really want to tell Ling'er and Gu Moxiao who are watching Mo Xiaowan eating curiously, I don't know Mo Xiaowan, and she is not my sister.

Mo Qianlang stretched out his hand, and touched Mo Xiaowan's forehead: "You don't look like you are suffering from a cold. You are wearing a silk scarf around the house. Linger, help her get it."

"No, no!"

Mo Xiaowan stopped chewing on the pork knuckles, and as soon as Ling'er leaned over, she immediately moved aside.

"The wind-cold I suffer from can't blow my neck. I took a nap in the afternoon, and I feel better. I want to eat meat. Who stipulates that people with wind-cold can't eat meat?"

Afraid that Ling'er and Mo Qianlang would tear off her silk scarf to see, they didn't dare to eat one more pork knuckle, so they hurriedly ate dinner.

Mo Xiaowan exaggeratedly rubbed his temples: "Oh, my head hurts and I feel dizzy. If you don't stay here, I'm going to rest."

"Then rest well."

Before Gu Moxiao left, with a meaningful smile in his eyes, he took out a jade bottle from his wide sleeve and handed it to her.

"Wan'er, this is Xueshanwu's snow jade ointment, which is specially designed to treat snake, insect, mouse and ant bites. It can be rubbed on overnight without leaving any scars."

"Is it really that amazing?"

Mo Xiaowan's eyes lit up. After driving the three of them out, he sat in front of the bronze mirror and unbuttoned his robe. The row of red marks was still shocking.

Although Gu Moxiao smiled strangely when he gave the medicine.

But if you can really remove scars and marks, you must wipe it!
Could it be that he will continue to pretend to be sick in front of Mo Qianlang and Linger tomorrow?
(End of this chapter)