Mo Lingyuan glanced at her, didn't agree or object, sat upright expressionlessly, and snorted lightly.

Chu Yunyao pursed her mouth, moved her body a little more, and pulled his arm: "Come on, I'll help you wrap it." ”

Mo Lingyuan still had a cold face and was unmoved.

Chu Yunyao knew that he was stimulated by Mo Jinlan's words, but he didn't know how to explain it.

"Although you didn't get injured to save me, but you are my father-in-law, and if you are injured, I will still feel distressed." Chu Yunyao grabbed his arm with his small hand and forcefully lifted his sleeve, revealing a bloody wound.

"Do you feel sorry for me?" Mo Lingyuan didn't avoid her this time, and stretched out his arm in front of her very cooperatively, his dark eyes were like a deep well, staring at her without any waves.

"I don't feel sorry for you, who do you feel sorry for?" Chu Yunyao held the handkerchief, carefully tied it to the position of his wound, did not raise his head, and replied casually.

By the way, he blew on the injured place.

That little appearance, it seems that there is indeed a little care and pity in it.

Mo Lingyuan's thin lips were slightly hooked, the frost at the bottom of her eyes melted a little, and her other hand reached out in front of her and spread out: "Explain, how did this purse get into your hand?"

Yun Che gave it to you?

What is your relationship with Yun Che?

When did you meet?

The last time you left Jincheng, was it instigated by him?

......”

As if opening the conversation, Mo Lingyuan's full of questions jumped out one after another.

Chu Yunyao hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, question by question, what do you want to know?" You ask so many questions, I don't know where to start. ”

"Okay, tell me first, how did this purse get into your hands?" When Mo Lingyuan thought of what Mo Jinlan said, a sour and astringent feeling came out, and he didn't feel good in his heart.

"Nanyan gave it to me." Seeing his disbelieving expression, Chu Yunyao hurriedly raised three fingers and swore an oath: "What I said is true, if there is half a lie, let my soul get out of this body, and I will not die well......

Mo Lingyuan hurriedly covered her mouth, her dark eyes locked her clear eyes, and said angrily: "Explain it, explain it, who made you swear poison." ”

"Don't you believe me?" Chu Yunyao held the back of his hand stroking his little face, like a kitten, and rubbed his palm affectionately: "What I said is true." ”

"Well, as long as you say it yourself, I will believe you." Mo Lingyuan's fingertips rubbed her little face, her eyes became darker and darker, and even her voice was a little hoarse.

"That's what you said, and I promise I won't lie to you."

"Okay, let me ask you again, why did Nanyan give you a purse?" The strength of Mo Lingyuan's palm continued to increase, and he couldn't wait to rub this eye-catching thing.

What is not good to send, send a purse that you carry with you.

Seeing this tattered thing, Mo Lingyuan felt more and more eyesore.

"Nanyan wanted to be grateful to me, and felt that he had been bothered by living in the Young Marshal's Mansion for so many days, so he didn't want to go, so he embroidered two purses for me, one pink, and the pattern was Dilian.

The other one is this.

She also wished the two of us to grow old together forever. Chu Yunyao took it out of her handbag, and really found a pink purse.

When Mo Lingyuan heard Nanyan's blessings, he was very relieved in his heart, and muttered: "Count her knowing how to measure and know how to advance and retreat." ”