Next door, Mo Jiuhua, who returned to the room, was listening to Bu Meng's distressed words about her just fetching water back and forth.

[Miss host, you worked too hard just now, if only someone could appear in front of someone to help you......]

Bu Meng is very angry!

Dog owners! Even if he doesn't have a memory, it can't change the fact that he squeezed the young lady!

[Poof! 】

For the unhappiness in Bu Meng's tone and the maintenance of himself, Mo Jiuhua was very useful, and immediately laughed happily.

[Little cutie is discouraged, it's okay, that little work is a piece of cake for your host and me~]

[But ......] Even though it knew that it was done by its own young lady on its own initiative, it was still very dissatisfied, just listening to Mo Jiuhua's comfort to it, it hummed and chirped a few times, and no longer buried its own master.

But......

Suddenly remembering something, Bu Meng asked suspiciously: [By the way, young lady, the information shows that although your target is disabled, his martial arts are still there, why do you still hold him? 】

In the end, Bu Meng's cute little tone became sour again.

Hearing this, Mo Jiuhua couldn't help but smile and explained: [The little cutie is stupid~]

[I don't want to get close to him, how can I attack him? 】

Besides, she feels that the character of her strategy target is essentially more like Bu Meng, so the contrast is cute or something, and it's funny.

Of course, Mo Jiuhua didn't say the next words, so as not to kick over Xiao Bumeng's vinegar bucket again.

【…… Oh well. 】

It was so jealous that it almost forgot about the strategy......

Huh~

Bu Meng's standard small action, stretching out his claws to cover his face is here again.

……

Next.

Mo Jiuhua got up early in the morning, washed and dressed, and waited in front of the door of Mu Ziyu's house.

Then she waited for a quarter of an hour according to Mu Ziyu's wake-up time in the plot, and then pushed the door in.

"Lord, the slave is here to wait for you to change your clothes."

Knowing that Mu Ziyu heard it, Mo Jiuhua entered the inner room without hesitation, and then saw the other party lift the quilt and sit up and prepare to get out of bed by himself.

So Mo Jiuhua quickly pressed him, and then in Mu Ziyu's eyes that looked calm but actually had a hint of nervousness, another princess hugged him very intimately and put him in a wheelchair.

Then a series of waiting actions unfolded: dressing, carrying washing water, binding hair......

After everything was done, Mu Ziyu's tense body finally relaxed a little.

Ran Goose ......

Mo Jiuhua tilted her head, as if thinking about what else she needed to wait for, and after a while, she hugged Princess Mu Ziyu again.

This time, Mu Ziyu finally couldn't move her hand and grabbed her arm, and her tone changed from her usual calmness to eagerness: "What are you going to do?" ”

Hearing this, Mo Jiuhua paused when he wanted to go out, turned his head and looked at the person in his arms with an innocent face: "Take you to the thatched house." ”

After speaking, Mo Jiuhua continued to walk out with the person in his arms.

“……”

The air was suddenly quiet for three seconds, and Mu Ziyu was rarely stunned for three seconds, and then finally reacted.

He was not calm at all, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, in short, a fair-skinned handsome face quickly turned red.

"You, you put down this king!"

Stammered, tsk!

Mo Jiuhua paused again and turned his head to look at him, and his tone was innocent and innocent: "Lord Wang, you don't have to release in the morning...... Ah, don't you need to go to the toilet? ”

Mu Ziyu's face turned even redder, and he couldn't hold back at all, but he was helpless.

I had to grab Mo Jiuhua's sleeve with my hand, and gritted my teeth in annoyance: "Ben, Wang, self, self, will, go!" ”