Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 895
"I'm talking about gold."

"Uh..." Song Ao turned his head like a ghost, "That's a bit much!"

"It's late!" Mo Jiu knocked on the table and said with a smile, "Besides, I'm a small business and don't like credit!"

This is to ask him to give money immediately?Song Ao became angry, "Little widow, don't overdo it!"

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows, with an expression of "I'm too much for you".The two stared at each other for a moment, and it was Song Ao who had no choice but to lose. He said helplessly, "Okay, okay, who made you my son's godmother? Master wrote I'll give you an IOU, is it done?"

"Tsk tsk, majestic prince, are you still writing IOUs?" Mo Jiu looked down on him, saw that he couldn't show his face, and sighed solemnly: "OK, OK, who made you the father of my godson? Write IOUs." Just write an IOU, and pay it when you return to Lin’an? Don’t renege on your debt.”

"I look like a bad guy?" Song Ao glared at her, snorted, stared at the toy picture for a while and thought, and suddenly said: "But little widow, these toys are rare and interesting, but none of them I did it, is it a little less sincerity?"

Mo Jiu pursed his lips, "It seems...how about you teach me?"

"it is good."

"1000 taels!"

"..." Song Ao squinted his eyes and raised his head, gritted his teeth in response, and then focused on her, "There is one more thing..."

"Say!" Mo Jiu was surprised by his reaction.

He seemed a little embarrassed, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he said in a low voice: "Did Peng Xin tell you, what does she like...?"

"Eh!" Mo Jiu looked back at her darkly, "What do you want?"

"It's also very hard for her to give birth to a son. I can't get a son for nothing. Why don't I reward her?"

Mo Jiu met his eyes, nose to nose, observed him for a while, and saw that this man's expression was very serious, he didn't look like he was acting on a whim, and he didn't look like he was joking, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with him on this matter, disturbing his mood. Thoughts—at least she had to take this opportunity to fight for and do something for Peng Xin.

She asked seriously: "Little prince, do you really want to give him something?"

Song Ao replied seriously: "Of course, hurry up!"

Mo Jiu was serious, "She needs a man!"

"Fuck!" Song Ao was annoyed, "What do you mean, you want me to send a man to her? Little widow, you are short-sighted, are you crazy?"

"You are the one who is crazy!" Mo Jiu glared at him and snorted coldly, "She is not short of food, drink, and money. What do you want? She only needs a man, a caring man to treat her." The two of them are good."

"A man with heart?" Song Ao thought for a while, "Who can be heartless?"

"..." Mo Jiu felt that talking to this man about these "wind, flowers, snow and moon" was like playing the piano against a cow.

But even if you are playing the piano to a cow, don't you have to play it?How can you hear if you don't play cows?With a sigh of helplessness, she said: "The so-called intentional means to approach her intentionally, to treat her intentionally, to live intentionally, and to accept her joys, sorrows, and joys intentionally. The so-called unintentional...Little prince, a person without love Indulging in lust is unintentional. How is an unintentional person different from an animal?"

Staring at her serious eyes, Song Ao remained silent for a long time.

Seeing how he was doing, Mo Jiu felt that he had spoken too deeply, so he smiled again.

"All in all, what Peng Xin wants is a man, a man who is worried and responsible. If you understand, I also have a gift for you—"

Song Ao was startled, "A gift?"

"Do you understand it?"

"understood."

"..." Mo Jiu laughed, stood up and patted the wood on the table, "I have already arranged to go back to Lin'an to pick them up. I think they will arrive at Xinglong Mountain in Jinzhou in a short time. At that time, the prince will draw a Kong Zi went there, wouldn't the family be reunited?"

"Really?" Song Ao was excited.

"Don't be too grateful to me!" Mo Jiu smiled, her eyebrows crooked, "...1000 taels."

"Silver!" Song Ao rushed to talk, "It can't be gold."

"Okay. Hahaha—"

Mo Jiu, who accidentally made a fortune, came out from Song Ao's house, feeling restless for a long time.She happily hummed a little song, held the snow ball, and was ready to go out and share this great joy with Xiao Qian.

Before he got close, he saw Beimeng's carriage parked not far from the entrance of the tent.

Mo Jiu frowned and walked over, and the breeze brought a faint fragrance from the carriage.

...Hey, isn't this the kind of incense a man would use?
(End of this chapter)