MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character-Chapter 39 Loyal dog breeds fourteen
The moon is rare, and there is still a person in the depths of the bamboo forest outside the city that has not yet returned home.
The shadows of the bright moonlight are like ghosts in the forest, and the darkness of the darkness passes by. After a while, only a piece of green and secluded bamboo leaves are swaying down.
Mo Xie's breath was somewhat unstable. He turned a spine from the bamboo shoots and took a sword and took the sword back.
After a warm confession that day, he stayed outside for two nights. He didn’t go to the night to practice his exhaustion until he was exhausted, and he would not return to other hospitals.
The mess is not only his swordsmanship, but also the heart of the lake that should have been calm and waveless.
Mo Xie exhaled a sigh of relief, and Wen looked at him with a small face, always involuntarily appearing in his mind.
When I was running, when I was swinging my sword, I ate and slept, and even when I was breathing, I couldn’t linger. Mo Zhen had never felt like this.
Every time I think about it, the picture on that day will be clearer. He can now even recall the unpredictable expectation of her bright, transparent eyes, and the fiery red camellia that her moon-white skirt is full of.
He thought that he should go back.
Nothing is protected at the moment, maybe the lady will encounter something unexpected. He tried to control how bad it was to not think about his excuses, just to rush to the path of return.
If the lights in the room are not extinguished, the black silhouette of the house can be seen through the hidden windows.
He couldn't remember when it started. She never slapped the window when she slept. It was like a self-contained tacit understanding between two people. He often visits at night, she knows, but But never say broken.
Mo Xie stood for a long while outside the window and finally raised his hand and pushed open the window. As if he was holding an unfinished dress, he fell asleep on the table and sleepy.
Mo Xie looked at her thin clothes and frowned slightly, and the body had jumped into the room before thought.
He carefully picked up a robes and put them on her shoulders. The warmth was moving, but fortunately he was not awakened by him.
Moxie breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on another stool in front of her. The orange-yellow light smudges a warm glow on her hairline, with a gentle fluff on the warm side, which looks as soft as her delicate voice.
Perhaps only at this time, his heart will be calm for a moment.
Mo Xie suddenly did not want to leave silently as usual, and did not want to look at her secretly through the window. He did not think about what to do. He just obeyed his heart and sat straight in his head, holding his breath and looking at her side face, fearing that her dreams were disturbed.
I don't know how long it took, Wen Ruwei opened his eyes slightly, with a bit of confusion that was not completely awake, and asked in a lazy voice: "What time is it?"
"It is already ugly." Mo Xie glanced at the black lacquered window and answered with warm voice.
Wen Ruo blinked, it was already two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, it turned out that she slept on the table for four hours, no wonder uncomfortable. She raised her hand and rubbed her stiff neck and neck: "I don't want to take me to the bed when I come back, you just want to draw a line with me."
It’s not a matter of twice when she slept on the table, but no matter how she tossed her head late, when she woke up the next morning, she would be in her warm bed.
She sighed softly, it seems that she really scared him, and even touched her.
Mo Xie moved his lips slightly and whispered: "Not like this." He was not a person who was good at words. He killed more people than he spoke. He really didn't know how to speak, and he could express his feelings.
Wen was raising his eyebrows, slanting him to wait for the following, but he was still sulking with his head down.
After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for a good word. Wen was not angry and got up. He picked up the robes on the table and threw them to him: "Let me see."
Mo Xie held his clothes and squatted, then stood up obediently, took off his robe and put on new clothes.
Wen Ruo has looked at the newly installed Mo Xie up and down. The black-skinned fabric has a low-key luxury. It is considering that he is convenient at night, but he did not expect that the 18-year-old Mo Xie was not under the pressure of it. Living in the momentum, this dress was actually worn by him a free and easy frosty face.
His back is straight, as if it is a slim, slim body like a poplar, with great toughness.
Wen Rui happily slammed his mouth and sighed. "I really rely on clothes, the Buddha is in gold, my eyes are still very good." The clothes are doing well, and more importantly, the people are also well chosen, she is proud. The ocean is boasting in my heart.
"The material is too good." Mo Xie touched the smooth satin and frowned.
"Because it is comfortable to wear, do you like it?" Wen Ruyi looked at him as if he dared to say a word that was not heard, she would pounce on him.
"I don't like it, it's just not very convenient. If I fight, I accidentally cut it." Mo Xie didn't notice her expression, and she fell into the dilemma of how to deal with this dress. "Even if it splashes a little." Blood is not easy to clean."
"I still wear a coarse cloth and linen." Moxie, who thought about it, raised his eyes and found that his warm face was black like a pot. He opened his mouth silently for a long while, and finally realized that he had failed the young lady’s pains. Quickly change the mouth and remedy: "You can put it in the lady first. I will ask you when I need it."
Wen was so angry that the clothes were originally worn.
Still have to wait until there is a need? When will there be a need, do you have to go to the banquet to wear something good? I am afraid that there will be no chance to wear it out within a few years.
"If you don't like it, just take it off." Wen Ru is reaching out to solve his belt.
Mo Xie hurriedly stepped back and explained with one hand, "I like it very much, I don't want to." Until then, he was annoyed by his lack of words.
He doesn't mean anything that he doesn't like. It's because he likes it too much, and he will not be able to wear it out.
Seeing that her own lady had turned a deaf ear to his explanation, and unceremoniously reached out and took off his new clothes, Mo Xie did not dare to resist, only to grieve and stand in the same place, let her roll up the robe and throw it on the table. .
The warmth that came back to him was like seeing him squatting, like a big dog that had just been reprimanded, the pitiful look, people wanting to raise their hands to lick his furry Head.
"Stupid, I haven't done it yet. Today, it's just not suitable for you to try. It will take at least a few days to complete the work." Wen Ruyi finally couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch his cheek.
"Miss!" Mo Xie stared at her with an annoyed look. She was getting more and more excessive, not only moving her hands and feet, but also deliberately playing with him.
Even if it is ... the wife of the future, it should not be like this.
"What you said the day before did you think about it, and I will answer you again in three years!" Mo Xie proudly glanced at her and turned and jumped out of the window, leaving only a reverberating voice. "Miss is going to rest early, after dawn. Going to Wen’s banquet with Yan Renqing, don’t have two dark circles to swear at the family.”
Wen Ru is stunned, this kid, when became so fangs, actually learned to ridicule the master, this wind can not rise!
Wen Mo, who was put together by Mo Xie, climbed into the bed with hatred, screamed twice on the pillow, and rolled up the quilt to close his eyes.
In fact, this is also good, the noisy little guard is always more realistic than the rules, she slightly bent her lips, and gradually fell asleep.
After the dawn, Wen Ruo really overslept, but fortunately, Liu had entered the house to call her in advance, and did not miss the hour.
She yawned and squinted out of the window, the guy must be secretly snickering, he clearly knows that there are many things today, and does not wake her up in advance, it is clear that it is still remembering the nightmare of last night.
Liu's hands and feet were very fast, and she gave her a beautiful hair style in a short time. A small golden jewel was placed in front of her forehead, lining the shiny skin, and the embellishment was just right.
Wen Ru is getting up and stepping out of the door, the big peony green tobacco yarn Bi Xia Luo, the mopping pink narcissus scattered green leaf skirt, wearing a thin silk and green silk. The golden stepped head on the head swayed, and as the lotus step moved lightly, a squeaking sound was heard.
Yan Renqing has been waiting in the front hall, and at the moment she saw her, she could not help but reveal a fascinating look.
It is a pity that such a **** girl turned out to be a fool.
He converges, holding out his hand and holding her soft, walking towards the car outside the door.
Yan Renqing’s movements are gentle, but the words spoken on his mouth are not as gentle as his voice. He looks at the front without squinting and whispers with the sound that only she can hear: “When you get there, you are not allowed to speak. No matter what others say, you just need to smile."
Wen is a chuckle. Everyone really treats her as a display. She picks her eyebrows and sneak a sneer at the corner of her mouth: "Just don't talk, are you satisfied? Maybe I can still do it. Better."
Yan Renqing couldn’t help but look at her and look at her: "You are not mentally handicapped?"
Wen Ruo did not answer and asked: "What do you think?"
Yan Renqing's pupils shrink, since she is not as foolish as the rumor, it is loaded. Wen Houzhen is a good means. He made his daughter a fool and took Li Yun’s sympathy.
What is her purpose?
"Don't think too much, I don't know, otherwise I have to help me find a position for my wife. How can I give it to you easily?" The car was in front of him, and the warmth was sucking back and holding him. The hand, stepping on the carriage and boarding the carriage.
The rough exterior of the car, but the interior is very delicate, very consistent with the character of Yan Renqing.
There were no other people in the car, and the generals who stepped in had already gloomy: "Since it has been installed for so long, why should I tell me now?"
Wen Ruqi picked up a small number of cases and smiled at a purple grape, and looked up at him calmly.
"Nothing, just want to make a deal with you."
The author has something to say: Thanks to the mines that bloomed, the update was too hasty yesterday, and almost missed it, what? 哒~╭(╯3╰)╮
Ps: Today's update is very difficult, the author has been screaming in the background, I have been fighting it for an hour, so violent...
All the way to throw a mine
Throw time: 2014-03-2321:28:272k novel reading network
