"You were just happy?" Mo Liancheng said slowly, and when he asked this sentence, his eyes were firmly fixed on Qu Tan'er's eyes, as if he wanted to see her true thoughts through her eyes. Seeing the fourteenth brother coming, she was so happy? Painting with him, she is so uncomfortable?

The mood was inexplicably unhappy, and an emotion that was unfamiliar to him suddenly came to his heart.

Sour, astringent, and a little uncomfortable......

The corners of Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched.

For Mo Liancheng's brainless and inexplicable question, she really ...... Not easy to answer. But then again, she was really happy to see the fourteenth prince come in just now, because she thought of a way to get out of the mansion.

"Lord Wang, I am fortunate to be able to polish ink for you, Tan'er is naturally very happy." Qu Tan'er came out with a docile and well-behaved appearance, smiled at Mo Liancheng politely, and said a word, without blushing or panting, as if there was such a thing. However, secretly about to vomit, goosebumps are indispensable.

There is no one who doesn't like to listen to flattery, and Murliancheng will be an exception?

Mo Liancheng slowly narrowed his eyes, "Oh, do you really think so? ”

"Tan'er, yes."

"Hmm......" Suddenly, he was silent.

She didn't like him, and he knew it from the beginning.

Or should he hate himself for being too clear, so ......

Mo Liancheng slowly leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes as if he was tired, his delicate and perfect facial features, calm as water, and people couldn't see a trace of thought in his heart. Half a day. The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, revealing the usual light smile, the phoenix eyes opened, moved the bad painting aside, took out a painting line, sketched it carefully, and began to draw again......

"Keep grinding the ink." Mo Liancheng said calmly, but his eyes always fell on the painting.

Qu Tan'er also looked calm, and the ink grinding action that had just stopped continued.

And Mo Jingxuan was on the side, tasting the tea and snacks sent by Jingxin.

"Something?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Jingxuan, and said lightly.

"There is no big thing, but there is one small thing."

"Oh."

"Brother Wang has moved." Mo Jingxuan just glanced at Qu Tan'er slightly, and did not hesitate, and directly put the words down.

"Hmm."

"Starling, what are you going to do?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't know what to do, but the second brother is not idle over there, it seems that they are also in a hurry." Mo Jingxuan shrugged, with a slightly helpless look.

Qu Tan'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, slightly helpless, and then continued to grind the ink. I always felt that when they said these words, they seemed to deliberately say them in front of her, and that feeling was very uncomfortable.

At this time, Mo Liancheng replied indifferently: "Let them be, the position of the prince is not easy to sit." ”

"What about starlings?"

"Tell me?" Mo Liancheng asked rhetorically, but the person who asked this question was not Mo Jingxuan, but Qu Tan'er, who was standing silent.

"Eighth sister-in-law, who do you say will sit on the throne of the prince in the end?" Mo Jingxuan also paid all his attention to Qu Tan'er, as if he also wanted to hear her opinion.

"I don't know what to do." Qu Tan'er tugged at the corners of her mouth and replied lightly.

She fainted and asked her this question, so who did she ask this?

Is she really a god? Or were they just testing her reaction?

Thinking about it deeply, indeed, this guy in Molian City ...... Unlikely to believe her.