Palm sweet wife: deeply beloved by mysterious husband

Murong Jin was stunned for a moment. Looking up, he was even more stunned, "brother Mo, Mo Bai?"

"As for such surprise?" Mo Bai was amused with her eyes wide open and extremely surprised.

He stood with Murong Jin, took back his hand and put it into his trouser pocket: "I'm a man, not a ghost. I'm so surprised to help you in the daytime?"

"No..." Murong Jinhong shook his head. "I didn't expect to meet brother Mo Bai here."

"I was ordered by the slave owner to pick flowers," Mo Bai pointed to the flowers on the tree above her. "My slaves mainly arrange flowers. They don't pick them themselves. They say they're afraid of being caught. Let me pick them."

He asked his slave owner, are you afraid of being caught, I am not afraid?

His slave owner said he had a thick skin.

Question mark face!

Ten thousand of them were unconvinced, but the slave owner was spoiled by his brother. What could he do?

Be honest and obedient!

In fact, he knew in his heart that his slave owner was also for his good. He couldn't bear to see him lazy all day and lazy to walk every step. He found an excuse to let him exercise.

So he obediently came to help his slave owners pick flowers.

It's written on the roadside sign. It's paid to pick flowers. It's ten yuan a branch.

He knew that the slave owner of his family was a good comrade and would not let him do anything sneaky.

The flowers and trees here are very beautiful. He wandered away.

As a result, before picking a flower, I saw the girl sitting under the tree, crying sadly.

He watched from a distance, pinched the time, and bet with himself how long the girl could cry.

As a result, the one on the left lost his bet.

His patience is exhausted, and the girl hasn't finished crying.

He was so tired that he couldn't help asking.

Murong Jin was amused by the words "slave owner" and burst into tears. "Do you say sister Yinyin?"

"Yes," Mo Bai nodded lazily, "not her. Who else?"

"You have a good relationship." Murong Jin said admiringly.

"No," Mo Bai said, "I put up with her in the face of my eldest brother, otherwise I can't stand her such a wayward woman for a minute."

Murong Jin didn't know what to say, but smiled.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Bai looked at her strangely, "just crying so silly, now laughing so silly?"

Murong Jin blushed when he said, "nothing... Nothing..."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrow: "quarrel with your sister again?"

"I have no sister," Murong Jin lowered his head. "There will be no mother in the future, only father and big brother."

"Then you are better than me," Mo Bai said foolishly. "I only have my brother and sister-in-law, and my parents are gone."

"They......" Murong Jin hesitated, wondering if he should ask.

She likes Moby.

She wants to know anything about Moby.

But she was afraid of talking in depth, which annoyed Mo Bai

"They are boring," Mo Bai said casually, "my mother died when I was very young, and my father married a little wife."

With a few words, Murong brocade can probably outline what the situation is.

She bowed her head and apologized: "I'm sorry..."

Mo Bai was amused by her. "You didn't ask my father to find a little wife. What are you sorry for?"

Murong said, "I mean, I shouldn't mention this topic..."

"What's the point?" Mo Bai said indifferently, "just say it. I thought he was dead long ago. You can say whatever you like."

Murong Brocade:

She can't remember what she can say!

The young master talks too casually. She doesn't know what to answer.

But... She still likes it.

I like it when I see him.

I feel warm when I'm close to him.

He was the one who just saw holding her arm, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Thanks to her beautiful face, many people pursue her, including rich children and young talents.

But she didn't feel it at all.

It's like falling in love with her.

Now, there are only two people in the forest, she and Mobai.

The two of them are close at hand.

The more she thought about it, the more shy she became. She blushed more and more. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Mo Bai.

"Shy?" Mo Bai scratched his chin. "It's all right. Who hasn't cried yet? I don't laugh at you. "

Just stunned.

Girls can cry!

If he doesn't bother, I don't know if the girl can cry until dark!

He didn't say it was OK. When he said it, Murong Jin became more shy.

"Who bullied you?" Mo Bai's gossip asked, "crying so sad, it's like the sky is falling."

"No one bullied me," Murong Jin whispered. "I quarreled with my mother. My mother was eccentric. Murong poetry was always bad. She didn't educate Murong poetry and always asked my eldest brother and me to let Murong poetry. As a result, Murong poetry had no fear and became worse and worse."

"Your mother is so stupid." Mo Bai commented casually.

Murong Jin was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "it is..."

As a daughter, she shouldn't comment on her mother like that.

But this is the most pertinent comment on her mother.

Her mother is the legendary person who took a good hand but beat the game badly.

They are three brothers and sisters. She and her eldest brother are excellent. Murong poetry is good for nothing, but her mother only likes Murong poetry, which is like being poisoned by Murong poetry.

Unable to hear Mo Bai's words, she couldn't help looking up at Mo Bai.

Good, handsome.

She was stunned.

She felt that the man in front of her was specially crafted for her according to her aesthetics.

Nose, mouth, eyes, eyebrows... She likes everything.

How to look, how to look, how to look.

She blushed even more and hurriedly moved her eyes away: "brother Mobai, can I help you pick flowers? I think there are edible flowers over there. I'll fry them for you in the evening. Xiao Yuanbao and sister Yinyin must like them. "

Mo Bai "eh" said, "can flowers be fried?"

"Yes," Murong Jin nodded, "fried flowers are delicious, fragrant but not greasy."

Mo Bai said, "go, take it off!"

As a foodie, eating is a top priority.

There are delicious things that must not be missed.

"Good!" Murong Jin's depressed life and death mood is much better unconsciously.

After they had gone some way, Murong Jin told Mo Bai which flowers could be eaten and which flowers could not be eaten.

To tell the truth, the flowers here are not precious varieties. Ten yuan per branch is very expensive, but master Mobai doesn't need money. He picked two big holds with Murong brocade.

Murong brocade looked at the flower branches in their hands: "enough."

Mo Bai also felt almost like it: "then go back?"

"Well, I'll cook it for you when I go back," Murong Jin said. "Fried flowers with afternoon tea won't stop hunger and won't delay dinner at night."

"It's OK to delay," Mo Bai said. "As long as there's something delicious, you can eat it anytime."

Murong Jin chuckled, "brother Mo Bai is a... Eater?"

She felt that "eating goods" was a little abrupt with Mo Bai, so she was a little embarrassed.

Mo Bai did not take it seriously and frankly admitted: "yes, my biggest hobby is eating, drinking and having fun! Eat delicious food all over the world and visit beautiful scenery all over the world. "

Murong Brocade:

How does she answer?