Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 462 Strange manuscript

Xiahou Lingxiao also nodded in agreement: "Since he intends to lure you to him, he will not deliberately hide his whereabouts, so it's good to meet him."

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For several days, Nangong Qianmo could see Mo Tingye sitting on the bed when he woke up in the morning, and the two of them were almost inseparable for the whole day, and at night, after watching her fall asleep, he would quietly He got up and went to the study, and didn't come back until the next day when the sky was getting dark.

At the beginning, she didn't think so, but after more than ten days, Nangong Qianmo gradually realized that something was wrong. Although Mo Tingye looked the same as before, the bloodshot eyes could not be hidden. She even suspected that something was wrong. Did he not rest at all these nights!
But whenever she asked about this matter, he always avoided talking about it. Later, when she asked him anxiously, he reasoned that there were some trivial matters that needed to be dealt with, and he didn't want to disturb her rest at night. flaws, but she always felt that there was something strange that could not be explained.

That night, Nangong Qianmo woke up in the middle of the night, put on some clothes, and walked quietly to the study room looking for the light.

After all, she was pregnant for more than six months, and Nangong Qianmo's figure was naturally not as agile and light as before. When she walked to the corner of the corridor in front of the study door, she accidentally knocked over a flowerpot on the ground. He bent down to help him, but this kind of movement was enough for Mo Tingye to notice, and a look of annoyance flashed across his brows, it seemed that nothing could be detected today.

Thinking of this, he no longer hid the sound of his footsteps on purpose, and walked towards the study room openly.

"Squeak!" There was a sound of the door, and then the moonlight shone in, sprinkled on the floor of the study, with some scattered and mottled horizontal shadows.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Tingye was startled, and hastily put the manuscript with wet ink on the desk case into the shadow box under the desk case.

However, Nangong Qianmo's sharp eyes still saw his series of actions, and she couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. She thought that her movements in the corridor just now were enough for him to be alert, but judging by his situation, it seemed that he was waiting until she pushed the door open. Only then did I react...

When did his insight become so dull?
"Mo'er, why are you here? Can't you sleep?" Mo Tingye stood up and greeted her. Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, he took off his coat and put it on her without any explanation, chattering incessantly: " It’s darker and more exposed at night, why don’t you wear more?”

Nangong Qianmo turned sideways slightly to avoid the hand he was about to support her, walked directly to the desk, pointed to the cassette with a page exposed, and asked, "Is there anything here that I can't see?"

Mo Tingye's eyes moved, and he smiled immediately: "Of course not, just take it out if you want to."

Nangong Qianmo looked up at him carefully again, but didn't find anything unusual, so he reached out and took out the manuscript from the box.After watching for a while, his complexion became weird: "You haven't slept these days just to write this?"

What was written on those papers were all the details of the relationship between the two of them, and everything was written on it.No matter how calm she was, she was a little dumbfounded at the moment.

"Cough, that," Mo Tingye smiled awkwardly: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to remember these things when I get older, so I can tell my sons, daughters, and grandchildren after I write them down now! "

The corners of Nangong Qianmo's mouth twitched: "Then you don't have to stay up all night to write this, right?" And most importantly, the first child is still in her womb, so grandchildren and granddaughters don't think it's ridiculous Is it too far?

Mo Tingye touched his nose: "I'm not at night... I'm more inspired..."

Nangong Qianmo: "..."

"Why did Mo'er wake up and look at me in the study?"

"Oh, I understand," Mo Tingye said without waiting for her to speak.

There was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Could it be that Mo'er can't sleep well when I'm not around? This is indeed my husband's negligence, but don't worry, my husband will definitely not leave you alone in the empty room in the future!" Before she could open her mouth, she hugged someone and walked out.

"What are you talking about! How did you end up guarding the vacant room alone?" Nangong Qianmo's head was full of black lines, but she didn't realize it. With such a gag, all the doubts in her heart were put aside for the time being. The two laughed and went back to the room to rest.

The next morning, just as the two of them woke up, they heard Wen Chisu order someone to send a message, saying that Weng Tao had arrived at Fengfu and asked her to meet her there.

"Tao Weng is here, do you want to visit with me?" Nangong Qianmo put down the comb in his hand and asked him.

Mo Tingye was about to agree, when he suddenly saw Mo Bing knocking on the door and coming in, he nodded subtly to him, he immediately understood, and then refused: "There are still some things to deal with in the building, I will let Mo Hen take you there."

Nangong Qianmo's eyes lingered on him and Mo Bing for a moment. Although he was puzzled, he finally nodded and did not ask further questions.

Fengfu guest house.

Passing through the Chaoshou corridor in front of the arch, as soon as we turned around the rockery, there was a clear smell of wine wafting from a distance, Nangong Qianmo slightly curled his lips, "It seems that Tao Weng brought a lot of good things to Beijing this time. !"

"Are you here?" Wen Chisu had already greeted her with a smile, looked inside, indicating that she was inside, then turned around and ordered someone to go inside and take a thick cushion and put it on the stone bench in the yard lest she catch a cold.

what's the situation?Nangong Qianmo didn't just sit down, but looked at the chess game halfway up and down on the stone table, and asked with his eyes.

Wen Chisu spread his hands helplessly, and whispered: "The two of you are playing chess, and Zhiyao was called away suddenly because of something, so..." angry.

Feng Zhiyao isn't there either?Could it be that something really happened to the Xuesha Building?But if this is the case, it is impossible for Lieyan Pavilion to not get any news!Nangong Qianmo frowned imperceptibly, but she also knew that this is not the time to ask these questions.

So he nodded to Wen Chisu, and gave her a look of "Understood!", and was about to speak when he heard a dry coughing sound from the inner room——

"Cough! Can't you say something louder? You have to mutter there like a thief!"

Nangong Qianmo and Wen Chisu looked at each other, laughed secretly, and then raised their fists together and said, "Junior Nangong Qianmo, I'm here to pay a visit to Mr. Tao Weng!"

After a while, an old man with gray hair and rosy complexion came out and looked at her sideways: "Nangong Qianmo? Isn't it called Loumo? Forget it, it's all the same. You are the one who drank my good wine for five years." The girl? Why are you alone, where is that brat?"

(End of this chapter)