"Sister Xiaoxiao, you are really not to be underestimated!"

Mo Qingling admired from the bottom of his heart.

"You guessed exactly right, there is a relationship between me and Mo Tianyao. He's my brother! ”

Regarding each other's identities, Mo Qingling did not hide them.

She knew that paper couldn't contain fire.

This kind of thing, instead of hiding it, it is better to confess it as soon as possible, and it will come to light in the end anyway.

After getting a positive answer, Fang Xiaoxiao instantly felt that the tendons in his body had been drained.

She was limp and had a bitter face.

Mo Tianyao is her brother!

She's a princess, so he's ...... Prince?

Hehe!

Sure enough, it's no different from what I guessed!

In fact, this is the real reason why he rejected Mo Tianyao.

This is the most important factor between the two of them.

He is a high prince, and his future has a lot of possibilities.

According to his talent, the future throne will not belong to him. It's really not good, he will also be the prince.

And what about her?

From beginning to end, she was just a peasant girl.

She and him are so mismatched, and the two of them have such a big difference in identity.

How can a person of such status be with himself?

The gap between the two of them has made it impossible for them.

It was impossible from the start!

So, even if you have a good impression of him, what can you do? Even if he likes himself, what can he do? There was no longer any possibility between the two of them.

Rather than being in pain for everyone in the end, it's better to be like this now, and it's a hundred.

Long pain is better than short pain, she knows this truth.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? Why did your face suddenly become so ugly?! Did I say something wrong? Looking at her face, which became even paler than before, Mo Qingling was a little afraid.

She thought carefully about what she had just said, as if she didn't say anything inappropriate.

"I'm fine. It's just a little tired, I want to rest and rest......" Fang Xiaoxiao said in a low voice.

Her eyes were closed, and she looked really tired.

Mo Qingling originally wanted to talk to her again, but now that she looks like this, she can't say anything more.

So, she nodded and said, "In that case, then you can rest." I'll come back to see you! ”

Fang Xiaoxiao did not speak.

Just bury your head deep in the quilt.

What should she say? What can you say?

Slowly walking to the door, Mo Qingling turned around three times in a step.

Looking at Fang Xiaoxiao lying on the bed, it seemed that he had no energy in his body.

She had never seen such a smiling sister.

In her own impression, she has always been omnipotent, like an iron man, and no difficulty can overwhelm her.

But now, she feels so vulnerable.

It was as if the wind blew and collapsed.

After a pause, she couldn't help it after all, she stepped to the head of the bed in two or three steps, stood still, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoxiao, although I don't know why you keep rejecting my brother." But what I want to tell you is that he is true about that heart for you. Maybe it's a kind of grind between you, but I hope that this grind ends happily and the two of you can be together! ”

"I don't think there has ever been a woman who could make her brother do that. When he mentions you, his eyes are full of stars. I've never seen him so high-spirited. So, I hope you don't miss it. I really want to keep you guys together. ”

When Fang Xiaoxiao stuck her head out of the quilt, she was already alone in the room.

Mo Qingling should have left after saying those words.

That's fine, otherwise I really don't know how to face her.

But when he thought of those things, thought of that man, and thought of the answers he asked him for in a few days, Fang Xiaoxiao was really annoyed.

No wonder so many people choose to be single, it turns out that it is really difficult to choose when it comes to love!

Today, because Fang Xiaoxiao was uncomfortable, the store closed an hour earlier than usual.

After Bei Bei Xiong left, Mo Tianyao had already sent the ginger syrup he was going to drink these days to the Fang family.

Therefore, as soon as Fang Xiaoxiao came home, the old lady who had just eaten Iida brought her ginger syrup again.

Maybe it's the psychological effect, maybe the ginger syrup really works, in short, now, she doesn't feel so uncomfortable.

"Grandmother, you're getting better at this! Originally, I felt a little uncomfortable, but after drinking it, I felt a lot better! In this way, I can't live without you in the future......"

After taking the last sip, Fang Xiaoxiao said jokingly.

"You girl, you have the advantage of a sweet mouth!"

Mrs. Tian smiled from ear to ear, probably because she was older, she seemed to enjoy this kind of sweetness of her children and grandchildren!

But after thinking about it, she decided to talk about it.

Although Mo Tianyao's kid repeatedly told herself not to tell Fang Xiaoxiao about this matter, she still felt that it was better to say it.

Her wife didn't know about the matter between them, and she didn't want to know.

However, the most important thing to be a human being is to be honest.

What should be said must be said.

They are still young and do not understand what regret can bring to a person.

If you really regret it later, it's too late.

"Xiaoxiao, in fact, there is one thing that my grandmother has never told you. I thought about it, and it would be better to tell you. At least you'll know what to expect! ”

What?

Fang Xiaoxiao straightened her body and looked like she was listening.

I don't know what's going on lately, why is everyone looking for something to talk about?!

At first, it was Xiuchen, then Mo Tianyao, then Qing Ling, and now even my grandmother has something to say to her......

It's really puzzlingly tight.

"What's the matter, grandmother, you said I listened."

"That's right, in fact, the ginger syrup you've been drinking is not made by me!"

While speaking, Mrs. Tian took Fang Xiaoxiao's hand and looked at her with a kind face.

What the?

Didn't my grandmother boil it?!

Who's boiling that?

Fang Xiaoxiao was a little confused.

Looking at the unfathomable look of my grandmother's smile, isn't it...... Isn't it......

Isn't this ginger syrup boiled by Mo Tianyao's guy?!

The pupils suddenly contracted strongly, and Fang Xiaoxiao hurriedly interrupted his guess, how could it be? How could that man make himself ginger syrup?

It must be my own imagination!

Right!

It must be so, yes!

My own guess must have been wrong.