Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

Feng Jiuwu's lips were hooked. She didn't say that she knew Mo yuan didn't like eating carrots. She did it on purpose. Who let her bully her in the morning.

"Daughter-in-law," Mo yuan looked pitifully at Feng Jiuwu with a bitter face. If others saw it, they wouldn't be distressed,,

"It's all carrots. Eat it yourself." Feng Jiuwu hooked the corner of her mouth and pushed the steamed stuffed bun in front of her to Mo yuan. If Mo yuan didn't know Feng Jiuwu, he would have seen the schadenfreude in Feng Jiuwu's eyes.

"Daughter-in-law, I don't eat carrots," Mo yuan felt that his own mouth would be smoked by the taste of carrots. When he was three years old, he began to eat carrots for the first time. He also knew that he couldn't eat carrots. He ate carrots for the second time when he was so old, and swallowed them

"Nothing, you can change it." Feng Jiuwu said two words faintly and almost made Mo yuan angry. "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, I really don't like eating, you......" Mo yuan raised his hand and pushed the plate of steamed stuffed buns. He just wanted to push things to his daughter-in-law. His expression was particularly tangled.

Feng Jiuwu glanced at Mo yuan and said "huh?"

Mo yuan was cluttering in his heart. What is his daughter-in-law doing?

"Well, I don't know what your taboos are. You can cook your own three meals in the future." Feng Jiuwu said faintly, and then wanted to take the steamed stuffed bun back.

Mo yuan shook and laughed. He was used to eating his daughter-in-law's food. How can he do this? His daughter-in-law's wife bullied him too much.

Mo yuan silently moved the plate back, pulled the corners of his mouth, and showed a difficult smile. "Daughter-in-law, it's okay, you can change it, I'm okay."

Feng Jiuwu lowered her eyelids lightly, covered the cunning in her eyes and said, "eat it, and here you are."

Mo yuan looked at the plate pushed back, and his whole heart hung high in an instant. Oh, my God, my daughter-in-law was going to heaven's rhythm, and unexpectedly pushed the remaining steamed stuffed buns to him.

Mo yuan didn't want to eat very much. He didn't want to eat very much. He felt that if he ate it, he would have to cry and faint in the toilet. He trembled and picked up a steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks. Mo yuan swallowed his throat, closed his eyes and carefully put the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth. His expression was as difficult as he ate poison.

Feng Jiuwu took a smoke from the corner of her mouth. Seeing Mo yuan like this, she felt a little helpless. She directly gave Mo yuan's steamed stuffed bun plate to the past and said quietly, "do you want that?"

With his eyes closed, Mo yuan quickly opened his peach blossom eyes. When he saw that the plate next to him was taken by his daughter-in-law, Mo yuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, like a fishy cat.

Quickly put the steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks on his daughter-in-law's plate, smiled and said, "daughter-in-law, I knew you were the best to me."

Feng Jiuwu took a smoke at the corner of her mouth. Is that good for him? Is it better for others to treat him? Don't you want the rhythm of heaven?

Feng Jiuwu picked up the steamed stuffed buns and ate them one by one. Thinking of the poor little girl, Feng Jiuwu put his hand on it. Just now Mo yuan's plate and the steamed stuffed buns on it were all gone.

Mo yuan blinked and was delighted that his daughter-in-law was powerful, so he could be at ease. He thought that he would leave his daughter-in-law for a long time from tomorrow. Mo yuan suddenly felt very reluctant and reluctant to give up this woman who would indulge him.

In the chaotic space, Mangmang, who is bored and gnawing at lingguo, suddenly sees a plate of steamed stuffed buns in front of her. The whole person is Sparta. What's the situation? Steamed stuffed bun dropped from the sky?

"You don't have to eat spiritual fruit all the time. This is for you." The voice of Feng Jiuwu suddenly rang out in her brain. Mangmang didn't react for a moment. After reacting, she touched her face and found that her little face was full of tears.

She hasn't eaten steamed stuffed buns for a long time, so long that she can't remember when she ate steamed stuffed buns for the first time and when she ate steamed stuffed buns for the last time. It's good, good, just when their father and daughter are desperate, God can let her and her father meet the master..

Feng Jiuwu lowered her eyelids and sighed in her heart. A little thing can make the little girl cry into tears. She doesn't know what to say.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law..." Mo yuan carefully called his daughter-in-law with a tangled expression. What's the matter with his daughter-in-law? Why did you ignore him?

Feng Jiuwu came back from her mind, "what's the matter?"

Mo yuan is absolutely. He has just said so much that his daughter-in-law didn't pay attention to it?

"Daughter-in-law, I said, just now I asked Secretary Mu to customize some clothes, which are similar to those on your daughter-in-law. I threw them on the third floor before. If you like me, I'll let them customize them again. They didn't look good before. You can tell me what kind of clothes you want. I ordered them to step up customization and send them the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Feng Jiuwu was stunned. She really didn't expect to customize clothes. To be honest, she didn't like clothes in this world. She didn't like other styles except casual clothes.

As soon as Feng Jiuwu's eyes lit up, she thought about it in her heart. Regardless of Mo yuan's presence, she took out a brush and some paper from the space and began to draw.

Mo yuan looked up curiously. When he saw the things painted on them, his eyes lit up and the things gradually took shape. Mo yuan could see the whole face of the things clearly.

It was painted with a women's waist binding dress with ancient style and current style. To Mo yuan's surprise, he didn't expect his daughter-in-law's fine brush to be so good. Drawing something with a brush is simply drawing a soul.

"Daughter in law, is this what you imagined?" Mo yuan is really incredible. Doesn't his daughter-in-law study jewelry design and calligraphy? How can it become fashion design? Moreover, he remembered that his daughter-in-law's calligraphy was not as popular as before.

Feng Jiuwu put the painted paper in front of Mo yuan, took the rest of the paper and brush back into the space, picked his eyebrow, "how?"

Mo yuan wanted to say that he didn't believe it, but compared with his daughter-in-law's clear eyes like colored glass, he swallowed it back to his stomach no matter how much he didn't believe it, and quickly shook his head. "It's nothing. It's just amazing. I didn't expect you to have this skill. Your clothes are very good-looking."

Feng Jiuwu hooked his lips, directly picked up the bowl and drank porridge. Mo yuan held the paper tightly. His heart was a little complicated. He felt that his daughter-in-law had many things to hide from him. Although he didn't hate and didn't like such concealment, he still had fear in his heart. He was afraid that his daughter-in-law would leave him at once. If she turned around, she would leave his world, Mo yuan will be afraid that he will not be able to control his emotions at that time..