The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingyuan leaned back and fell on the brocade quilt, "where are you going? This is the new house where I married you. I should have lived here. "

Chu Yunyao firmly denied: "when did I marry you?"

Mo Lingyuan arm propped up the head, propped up the body, dark eyes burning staring at her, joked: "not married, how do you marry into the young handsome mansion?"

Chu Yunyao sniffed: "there's a saying that you've got here. It's said that the man who worships me is obviously a big rooster. How can he become you?

Even if it's not married to a chicken, the person holding that chicken to worship me is not you. What kind of relationship do I have with you? "

Mo Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, and sat up straight, "do you mean that you like the person holding the chicken to worship with you instead of me?"

Chu Yunyao glanced at him and said no.

Mo Lingyuan "Teng" stood up from the edge of the bed and kicked the door open. He walked in the direction of Chuxing building, shouting: "where's the housekeeper?"

The housekeeper was guarding the beaten mammy Rong. She ordered someone to block her mouth with a rag.

Hearing that he called himself, he ran over and carefully looked at Mo Lingyuan's face and asked, "old slave is here. What's the matter?"

Mo Ling Yuan Shudun steps, turn to stare at the housekeeper, meditation.

The housekeeper, who was staring at him, was hairy all over. He caught his eyes with a smile on his round face. "Young commander, are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm really hungry." Mo Lingyuan suddenly remembered that he had not had dinner when he came back from the military camp.

Housekeeper Maliu's mouth: "old slave now let people to cook for you."

"Wait a minute." Mo Lingyuan took back his eyes, glanced at the direction of Wangyue Pavilion, and asked, "where is the chicken that is going to worship instead of me?"

"It's better to keep it in a cage alone. The longer it grows, the more powerful it becomes." The Butler flattered the horse.

"Cut it off!"

"Ah?" The housekeeper thought he had heard the wrong thing.

"Ben Shuai wants to eat chicken and make soup for him."

"It's not good. After all, it's the big cock who takes the place of you and the young lady. There are many old hens in the kitchen. If you like, I'll have someone make soup for you with old hens..."

the soup made by the rooster is not good.

The housekeeper was painstaking.

"I'll let you chop it. How can you get so much nonsense?" When Mo Lingyuan heard the word "worship", he felt very harsh and his tone became worse. "On the day I got married, who was holding this chicken and worshipping the young lady?"

"It's Mr. Duan." The housekeeper didn't understand why the young commander mentioned it all of a sudden.

"Who let him take my place?" Mo Lingyuan's face is more and more ugly, and he doesn't ask.

"You forget that you asked Mr. Duan to replace you. Mr. Duan couldn't shirk his responsibility. He took the rooster to meet you and worship the young lady..." the housekeeper asked in surprise, "young commander, what's the matter?"

"It's OK, I'll ask." Mo Lingyuan recalled what happened on the wedding day and rubbed his eyebrows in a headache.

"Young commander, do you want the cook to make chicken soup for you, or do you want the young lady to make it for you?"

"Let the young lady do it." Mo Lingyuan raised his feet and walked forward, exhorting: "after it's done, you don't need to send it to the star storage building. You can directly take it to Wangyue Pavilion. I'll go to the young lady's for dinner."

"Yes, I'll go to the young lady now."

"Wait a minute." Mo Lingyuan called to the housekeeper who was about to leave, and said coldly: "if young lady asks about you, who is the man holding the big cock on the day of marriage? Don't tell her, do you hear me?

But when there's a leak in the mansion, the young lady knows that the man is Duan Changyu. I'll ask you, do you hear me? "