While she was thinking, a pleasant flute suddenly sounded in the room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Qianqian came back to her senses and turned her head to look at Mo Li in front of her.

At this moment, he was holding his purple jade piccolo in his hand, and the sound of pleasant music came from there.

Even when he was playing the flute, Mo Li's eyes kept looking at the scroll in front of him and the woman on the scroll.

Ning Qianqian stood behind him, unable to see his expression clearly.

However, through the sound of the flute, she seemed to be able to sense his current mood.

Because, there is too much sorrow, too much injury, too much ...... in his flute Miss.

Although she didn't know who the woman in the painting was, she could vaguely guess something from her similar eyebrows and eyes to Mo Li.

Mo Li is usually cautious, but now that she has been in for so long, he has never found out.

Hearing the sound of the flute full of emotion, Ning Qianqian couldn't help but tighten a little in her heart, she looked down at Mo Li's slightly curved back, and slowly approached him uncontrollably.

It seemed that Ning Qianqian's steps were a little heavy, Mo Li noticed that there was someone behind him, his brows furrowed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the flute stopped.

Almost as soon as the flute stopped, Ning Qianqian walked behind him.

Then, without warning, she hugged the man in front of her with a sad aura behind her.

Mo Li, who was about to make a move, felt the temperature of the person behind him, paused, and then quickly turned his head.

When he saw who the person behind him was, Mo Li's body trembled slightly, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

"You...... Want to scare Ben Hou to death? ”

He almost hurt her just now......

If he hadn't been a little familiar with the smell on her body, maybe he would have made a move just now.

When he thought of this, he was terrified.

Reaching out and pulling Ning Qianqian behind her and letting her sit on her lap, Mo Li looked down at the person in her arms.

Ning Qianqian didn't push Mo Li away, and let him pull herself to sit on top of him, her head slightly lowered.

Mo Li couldn't see her expression clearly, so she stretched out a hand and lifted her little face.

"Why did you come here all of a sudden?"

When Ning Qianqian's little face was lifted, Mo Li finally saw her expression clearly.

But her expression made him panic.

The little girl in front of her had a small mouth slightly pouting, and her eyes were also red.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? ”

Ning Qianqian sniffed and looked up at the somewhat anxious man in front of her.

Now, the hesitant aura in him was completely invisible in him.

In his eyes, there is a color that has been restored to the same as a cold pool, deep and noble.

Ning Qianqian knew that his loneliness and loneliness were well concealed by him behind the deep pupils.

Now he is still the high-ranking and noble Marquis of Dingguo.

He doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable, right?

Lowering her eyes to cover the emotions in her eyes, Ning Qianqian raised her hand and rubbed her upturned little nose, and then opened her mouth in a complaining tone.

"Whoever told you to play the flute here at night scared me."

Hearing her words, a hint of discoloration flashed in Mo Li's eyes, she looked up at the picture scroll on the wall, and then looked down at the little girl in her arms.

He knew that she was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

Pursing his lips, he suddenly smiled and flicked her forehead lightly with his fingers.

"I'm scared and dare to hug Ben Hou behind my back, I'm not afraid that Ben Hou is a ghost?"

Hearing Mo Li's words, Ning Qianqian closed her eyes with some annoyance.