Lonely king and the widowed woman

"Mei'er, I'm just a child!"

She shamelessly sighed and said "small", but mei'er flattened her mouth. "Mo Jiu, I can do anything, I can cook firewood, I can wash and mend, and I can take care of you." speaking of this, she quickly put the chicken legs on the table, wiped her hands with her clothes, and said nervously, "I only need to eat a few meals a day... Mo Jiu, will you let me follow you?"

Feeding is the most basic demand of civilians nowadays.

For mojiu from modern society, this is unimaginable.

She glanced at mei'er's thin face and waved her hand. "Forget it, send the Buddha to the West. I'll find you a good family for foster care later... You can follow me before you find it."

Mei'er was overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed. When she got up, she no longer touched the food. She only swallowed her saliva and stood by and watched her eat. Her poor appearance made Mo Jiu laugh, "why don't you eat?"

Mei'er bit her lower lip and whispered, "we don't have any money. Maybe we won't have another meal after eating this meal... I'm used to starvation. It's nothing if I don't eat a meal. You eat enough. We'll pack up and go the rest of the time."

"What's the waste of eating?" Mo Jiu stared at her and impatiently took off her gauze clothes to cool down, but her actions scared mei'er white face and quickly grabbed her hand to stop it.

"Mo Jiu, what are you doing?"

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes. "Don't you see I'm hot?"

Mei'er blushed. "How can a woman show her body?"

Mo Jiu observed that the yard was full of cool tables. There were indeed many men, but even without this layer of gauze clothes, it was much more conservative than later generations. It didn't hinder weathering at all. However, mei'er was stubborn. She couldn't resist at all. She dressed her hands and feet. It was just at this time that Xiao Qian took a rhubarb dog into the cool yard.

Mo Jiu was sitting in the corner, but there were too few people dressed like her.

Not only Xiao Qian, but all the men in the lobby were looking at her.

The scorching sun was shining, and the heat covered the top. Xiao Qian narrowed his eyes gently. He looked light, but it made people feel that everything around him was cloudy. It was not cold, but it entered the heart, not a needle, but piercing. But when he looked at it carefully, his mood did not change. He only looked at mojiu's pure smile and approached with a cool smile.

"You'll choose a place."

Mo Jiu calmly patted mei'er and sat as steady as Mount Tai. By the way, he pulled the gauze clothes out again, revealing his neck, trivial bones and a piece of white skin under his collar. He smiled without any sense of contradiction, "if someone pays the bill, of course you have to choose expensive. Iced sour plum soup, a bowl?"

She was not half nervous. She wore a delicate green gauze skirt, her face was bright, and she was not old, but her ease became indecent in the eyes of others, and her busy eyes subtly rushed at Xiao Qian.

As if he didn't know, he pulled the tablecloth next door and covered mojiu with his face.

"Xie Bingsheng is dead. You have a motive to kill."

Mo Jiu was covered with linen and wanted to curse his mother, but he was thrilled by his words.

In order to avoid another bloodshed, she threw away the tablecloth and arranged her clothes before sitting up and staring at him.

"Are you sick?"

After she had a good fight with the tablecloth, he gasped like Wangcai. The corners of his lips could hardly be observed, "you can go."

Mo Jiu felt that this guy had asked for a double refund of the gift money to coerce her mother, which must be to achieve some purpose. But she gave him all the money and broke his mind. He doesn't want to let her go easily, or he doesn't want to give up his purpose. The simplest way is to use Xie Bingsheng's case as a demon.