The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

"Come in."

Mo Yan's voice is indifferent, without waves.

The door opened. It was under the attic of the sun wheel, guarded by the old man.

"Lord, here is a pastry with almonds. Someone sent it to you and said it was specially for you."

"Take it out."

Mo Yan buried himself in the document, and didn't lift his head.

A snack?

Little Momo can't cook, let alone make snacks.

Since it's not made by xiaomomo, it's meaningless to eat. If it's made by a female disciple I don't know, I'll take it and make it rotten.

The relationship between him and little Momo has reached the most critical period.

I confessed everything.

And he did.

It's time for little Momo to make a statement.

How can boring people get involved in this kind of thing? This kind of snack, no matter who sent it, or throw it to him as far as it is!

After the old guard Chen retired, he went to his hut with a snack box in his hand.

"If you don't, I will."

Old Chen was on all fours. Without washing his hands, he opened the box and ate seven or eight yuan at a time.

Feel choking, and Gudong Gudong poured a large glass of water.

"Tut tut mouth, feel more than," don't say, that rotten face smelly girl, the craft is really good. It's much better than the snacks in the college cafeteria. "

With a smile, Lao Chen ate the remaining ten yuan one after another.

My mouth was full of crumbs and my lips were greasy.

Finally, he wiped his mouth, belched comfortably, patted his stomach and went out.

The RI Lun Pavilion is built on the top of a mountain.

with much land and few people.

In a low grove in the back mountain, a woman in her thirties, dressed in white and wearing a veil, anxiously walked back and forth.

It wasn't until she saw Lao Chen that she brightened her eyes, flashed a happy look, and welcomed him: "how about that? Did Mo Yan eat it? "

Old Chen opened his eyes and told a lie: "after eating, all of them are clean. He boasted that the people who make cakes are good at making them."

"Well, that's great!"

Chu is very happy.

I don't think my efforts are in vain.

Old Chen's eyes turned a little yellow cunningly: "you can send some more next time. I see that the Lord really likes it."

"Good, good."

Chu Wuxu was busy answering, "I'll make more next time, two more flavors."

Lao Chen, with a smile, almost didn't drool: "OK, you can send it to me then. I'm not the one who blows. I'm the only one guarding the administration building of rilunge. I can't do without you. "

"Thank you very much."

Chu Wuxu didn't know what the situation was, and he still had baba'er's beauty in his heart. He took out hundreds of silver beads from the heaven and earth bag and handed them to Lao Chen, "please accept them."

Power is hard work.

Old Chen is more happy: "that I can accept with smile."

He's a rascal.

I feel at ease when I eat cakes, but I have no guilt when I take money.

"Next time, I'll trouble you."

"It's not so much trouble. It's just a little work. Ha ha ha, happy cooperation." You can say it's old-fashioned.

So——

the second day.

Chu Wu Xu sent a box of salty walnut cakes and a box of rose honey cakes.

As usual, Mr. Chen was sent to Mo Yan's office.

Mo Yan didn't lift his head as usual, and asked Lao Chen to throw things out.

Old Chen happily went back to his cabin and ate up,