Shen Zhiyu's words softly sprinkled into Mo Fuyu's heart, she hurriedly lowered her head to hide the rippling water in her eyes, and cleared her throat before replying in a low voice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's all right, don't worry."

"I have prepared a bottle of ointment, which can remove the scar, Miss Mo can use it."

Mo Fuluo's eyes flickered again, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he wanted to refuse but couldn't say anything to refuse. can only freeze there, yes, shouldn't, shouldn't be, don't mention how awkward.

Scarring, scarring again!

Is this scar really so important to a woman?

Or, in Shen Zhiyu's heart, like everyone else, he cares about these things very much?

In Mo Fuluo's heart, there was a faint but strong sense of loss.

Because, how many scars she has left on her body, she herself knows very well.

Didn't he want her to have a scar?

Mo Fuluo lowered his head and could only see the clear shadow of Shen Zhiyu being cast on the ground, but it was as if he couldn't see enough.

"Okay, give it to me." After Mo Fuluo said this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she was no longer limited to looking at Shen Zhiyu's shadow, but slowly raised her head and looked at the person in front of her with some greed.

The face that was close at hand, familiar but unfamiliar, the feelings in the memory made people's minds ripple thousands of times, Mo Fuluo only glanced at it, and then collapsed. Hurriedly turned his gaze away, not daring to look any more, and his mood settled slightly.

"Miss Mo will come with me to sit in the courtyard."

Shen Zhiyu sent out an invitation, and his smile was so clear in his heart.

"Okay."

Mo Fulu replied to this word, but his eyes were looking at the path behind him, quiet and quiet, at least, much cooler than the man in front of him, and it would not burn his eyes.

She can be cold to anyone, but she can only pretend to be cold to Shen Zhiyu.

To him, there seems to be no refusal.

It's inexplicably sad to think about.

Shen Zhiyu seemed to see the dodge in Mo Fulu's eyes, stood in place for a moment, and looked at her carefully again. This face is really similar to Ling'er, but the personality is very different.

Is it her, or isn't it?

"Miss Mo, come in with me."

Shen Zhiyu finally put aside his thoughts, waved his hand at Mo Fuluo, and took the lead into the small courtyard in front of him.

When Shen Zhiyu walked by, Mo Fuluo dared to retract his gaze, and when he turned to chase after him, the back immediately came into view, not far or close, just looking real.

For the first time, I was so close to him.

The corners of Mo Fuluo's mouth lifted and he laughed softly.

This small courtyard is very elegant, with a few small trees scattered and sprinkled with sunshine.

I didn't take a closer look at the hurry I left last time, but this time I looked around, and the whole layout was simple and chic, which was very in line with Shen Zhiyu's temperament.

I remember that in the past, he hated cumbersome and gorgeous things the most, and he liked to be simple and casual in everything, and he simplified all the things in the prince's life alone.

Some people were born in the family of emperors, but they want to live a simple life. Shen Zhiyu may be this kind of person.

Mo Fuluo walked around the courtyard and looked at the small courtyard, but he didn't find Shen Zhiyu's person.

There were a few footsteps behind him, and Mo Fuluo looked back and saw Qingyue walking over with a basket in his hand.

The basket was filled with all kinds of flower petals, and before people approached, the fragrance of flowers came first.

Mo Fuluo sniffed, and the fragrance became stronger, and it soaked into his heart and spleen.

"What kind of flowers are these? Why does it smell so good? ”

Mo Fuluo walked over as he spoke, reaching out and carefully reaching into the basket, full of joy.

"These are all grown by the master himself in the small garden, carefully cultivated, and used high-quality fertilizers, so the aroma is extraordinarily strong." Qingyue explained.

"Oh, so what's the use of these flowers?"

Qingyue rolled her eyes, laughed, and then blinked her eyes and said sharply: "There are many uses, the master cherishes flowers and things, and usually makes some sachets for his own use." ”

Qingyue smiled like this on her face, but she was thinking in her heart, all the sachets made by the master before were given away, right? He couldn't let Miss Mo know about this...... Anyway, why did he think he couldn't let Miss Mo know?

It's weird......

Mo Fuluo looked at Qingyue's cleverness, and knew that he must be hiding something that he didn't want her to know, so he didn't ask more. But the sachet made by Shen Zhiyu ......

Mo Fuluo leaned closer to Qingyue, lowered his voice a little, and asked, "Can your master's sachet be given away?" ”

"No, I haven't sent anyone!" Qing Yue hurriedly waved her hand back to Mo Fuluo.

Mo Fuluo sniffed, a flash of surprise flashed on his face, and he glanced at Qingyue a little inexplicably.

The fragrance of flowers drilled into his nose, and Mo Fuluo looked at the basket full of petals, and liked it even more.

"If Miss Mo likes this flower, I'll put some in a sachet and give it to the girl, okay?"

Shen Zhiyu had already come out of the house, and as he spoke, he had approached Mo Fuluo, still holding a wooden box in his arms.

"Qingyue, you go to the house and bring the sachet on the table."

"It's the master." Qingyue hurriedly responded.

"Wait, the flowers stay."

Qingyue stopped suddenly, looked at Shen Zhiyu who was holding the wooden box, and then looked at Mo Fuluo, who was empty in his arms, and handed a basket of flowers to Mo Fuluo with a smile.

Mo Fuluo stretched out his hand to take it, the light in his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling.

Seeing this, Qingyue laughed twice again, turned around and ran towards the house.

"Miss Mo, let's go sit over there."

Shen Zhiyu said softly, raising his hand and pointing to a table not far away beside him. There is a tea set on the table, and two matching chairs are placed next to the table.

Shen Zhiyu pulled out one of the chairs and waved his hand at Mo Fuyu with a smile.

"Come and sit."

Mo Fuluo shook his body, tilted his head to avoid the dazzling smile, walked to another chair twice, pulled the chair away and sat down.

Shen Zhiyu was not annoyed, he didn't care about Mo Fuyu's actions, he just looked down at the chair, and then sat down.

"There's a scar removal ointment here, Miss Mo take it."

As soon as he sat down, Shen Zhiyu pushed the wooden box in front of Mo Fuluo's eyes.

"Thank you Shen Gongzi for the medicine." After Mo Fuluo finished speaking, he reached out and stroked the box.

"I remember to apply ointment to the scar every day, and the doctor said that the scar can be lightened in less than half a month."

"Thank you Shen Gongzi for your concern." Mo Fuluo's hand had already touched the box, and his burning fingers touched the small lock on the box, his face was cold and indifferent, but his heart was already turbulent.

She forcibly suppressed her emotions, and the more she tried to hide it, the more she exposed the cold and cold air that others couldn't accept.

The light in Shen Zhiyu's eyes flickered a few times, and the light dimmed a little, reflecting a little depression for Mo Fuyu's obvious unfamiliarity.

"Miss Mo, you don't need to be polite with me."