Enchanting Ugly Princess

"Qiqiao Festival!" Mo Yunxiao said again.

"Qiqiao Festival?" Zhu Zimo was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that Qiqiao Festival, which he called Qiqiao Festival, was originally the modern Qixi Festival. She always thought that Qixi was just the only day for the bitter love girl Zhinu and the bitter love man Niulang to meet. Later, it gradually evolved into the Valentine's day of the Great China. In modern times, because she had never been in love, so, Tanabata Festival did not receive any gifts, and at this time, Mo Yunxiao even said, Qiqiao festival to send her a gift.

"What's the present?" Zhu Zimo's small face was dyed with a smile, and his words were slightly excited and excited. After all, he had never received a gift for the Chinese Valentine's day. He was so excited that he could not be more normal?

"All said let you guess, ask again, kiss you!" Mo Yunxiao's mouth is tight, but he won't tell her.

Zhu Zimo thought about it with his hand just now, frowned and said, "at first, it feels hard, then it's small. Well, it should be a small toy, right?"

Mo Yun Xiao Ruyu's face was smiling. After listening to her description, he said, "well, half right!"

"Half of it?" Zhu Zimo felt her nose in embarrassment. She couldn't guess what it was.

Amused by her childish expression, Mo Yunxiao let her sit on her lap, put her arms around her waist and said, "do you want to see what it is?"

"Yes!" Zhu Zimo responded quickly.

When she saw Mo Yun's eyes, she squeezed his cheek and said, "I really can't guess!"

"Then I'll tell you, but you didn't guess, but you'll be punished!" Mo Yunxiao kisses her purplish red lips and says softly.

"Well, let me see what it is first." Zhu Zimo can't wait to touch his chest.

Mo Yunxiao was so hot that she pressed her hand and took it out.

Zhu Zimo's bright eyes are bright, and he has been staring at Mo Yunxiao's hands. She was really curious about what gift he would give her!

He took out a black cloth bag, which seemed to be wrapped with something.

Looking at Zhu Zimo's big eyes, Mo Yunxiao couldn't help laughing and said, "look, you're really looking forward to it?"

"That's right. This is the gift you gave me for Qiqiao Festival. Of course, I'm looking forward to it." Zhu Zimo coquettishly hugged his neck and said sweetly.

Mo Yunxiao is almost unable to control himself. His ears are red and his heart is beating hard. He is almost going to cry for his stupidity. He wants to take her to bed as soon as he can!

"What's the matter? Don't you open it yet? " Zhu Zimo looked at him in a daze. He didn't realize how deadly his mouth was to the man in front of him. He could hardly bear it, OK?

Mo Yunxiao with just a little willpower, opened Zhu Zimo's arm, in fact, she didn't hold him tightly, but he always felt out of breath, this little girl has successfully about his self-control.

"Open it now!" Mo Yunxiao felt that he was suffering. The cold sweat on his head almost came out. Looking at the little girl's excited and curious eyes, he only pretended to be very calm and calmly opened the bag.

A lifelike little clay figurine appeared in front of her eyes. What surprised her even more was that the little clay figurine was familiar with her eyes and eyebrows.

"A little clay man?" Zhu Zimo took the clay figurine in his hand and asked him happily.

"Where are you?" Mo Yunxiao nodded gently, but she was worried that she would not like this gift.

Next, Zhu Zimo's performance immediately made him realize that his worries were superfluous. She, Zhu Zimo, like ordinary women, liked this kind of cute gadget.

"Ha ha, this clay figurine is really cute. Look at his proud expression. I like him so much!" Zhu Zimo held the clay figurine tightly in his arms.

Mo Yunxiao frowned, this is him, this is him, this is him, what cute, what arrogant little expression, this is himself. Well, does this little girl see it? Do you have it or not?

Zhu Zimo laughs happily for a long time, only to find that the man holding him has completely blackened his face. Well, the tightly wrinkled eyebrows are almost twisted into Sichuan characters.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Zimo put the clay figurine in his arms and rubbed his eyebrows.

He can't help but dry his throat. He really wants to turn himself into a clay figurine. Go to her arms. Why doesn't he have such good welfare.

"Don't you really see who that little clay figurine looks like?" Dark cloud night originally bright eyes dyed a little ink, voice hoarse asked her."Ah? No, I can't see it! " Zhu Zimo's big eyes flashed a touch of cunning, deliberately pretending to be stupid.

Mo Yunxiao caught her that cunning, a bright heart, eyes dyed smile, he still pretended not to see the way: "you really don't?"

"No!" Before she could say her word, she was blocked by his overbearing kiss.

Just for a moment, Zhu Zimo's eyes were as soft as silk, and he fell into his arms. He had no strength at all.

"You lied to me?" Mo Yunxiao looks at her with pride.

"I'll keep your proud expression in mind all my life! You can see it at a glance! "

"Wow, isn't this clay figurine the Lord?" One side of the emerald to see the real eye is full of surprise.

"Yes, this clay figurine is very similar!" Zhu Zimo's white fingers depict the eyebrows and eyes of the little clay figurine, and the bottom of the eyes is rippling with deep tenderness.

"It seems that the flower is beautiful, isn't it made of clay?" Jadeite dare not move the little clay figurine, but dare to move the peony, carefully rubbing, very envious.

"Yes, it's made of clay. It's a unique gift. I really like it!" Zhu Zimo smiles happily.

"Master, I'm so blessed. I love you so much, but no one can match me!" Feicui said casually.