The housekeeper accompanied the smiling face, "The young marshal is busy with affairs, please forgive the young lady." ”

Chu Yunyao, who was struggling, was pinching the embroidery needle and embroidering the purse, and when she heard this, she accidentally poked her fingertips, and a small round bead of blood appeared.

Chu Yunyao threw away the embroidery needle, walked to the window, looked at the ingredients that were moved into the backyard by the servant, and asked seemingly casually, "Did the young marshal go to Lanlou last night?" ”

"Amount". The butler's eyes rolled, "The old slave doesn't know." ”

"That's where I went." Chu Yunyao said.

In the entire Young Marshal's Mansion, as long as it is related to Mo Lingyuan, there are a few things that can escape the eyes of the old butler.

This old man has long been cultivated into an adult.

The housekeeper was afraid that Chu Yunyao would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained, "I have been there, Mr. Mu went with him, and he came out of the Lan Building in a moment." ”

"Mu Qing also went?" Chu Yunyao was a little unconvinced.

"Yes, the young marshal was a little drunk at that time," the housekeeper didn't know how to make Chu Yunyao believe in himself, "If you don't believe it, you can ask Mr. Mu." ”

Chu Yunyao nodded, "I understand." ”

Seeing this, the housekeeper pulled Bao'er aside and asked in a whisper, "What does the young lady mean by this, what do you understand?" ”

Bao'er snorted, twisted the butler's chubby arm hard, and said angrily, "Your mouth is full of lies, whether you say it or not, our young lady won't believe it."

How many times has the young marshal been drunk on weekdays?

When I left last night, the young marshal was fine, you have to tell a lie, and you have to think of a convincing excuse."

Butler""

Bao'er pushed the butler out of the door, "We can afford these things, and in a week, let your young marshal come and get the purse." ”

Bao'er returned to the bedroom angrily, "I'm really angry, this young marshal was fine last night, went back to the young marshal's mansion, entered the Lan Building, and didn't come this morning, it's really unreasonable." ”

For seven days, Mo Lingyuan seemed to disappear out of thin air, and did not step into it again.

Bao'er sulked silently.

Chu Yunyao seems to be a nobody, sitting in the boudoir these days, embroidering purses seriously, and researching a simple version of sanitary napkins, planning to mass produce them first, and then start selling them after the opening.

The abandoned factory of the Wen family has been repurposed, and Wen Tingyun has a natural acumen for management and business, and the supply is very well-prepared.

Chu Yunyao occasionally had to pretend to be Yun Che to accompany Nanyan to eat and chat, enduring the guilt in her heart and the condemnation of her conscience, watching Nanyan's state become clearer day by day, and greater uneasiness swept through her heart.

On the seventh day, Mo Lingyuan, who had not shown up for a long time, finally appeared.

Chu Yunyao handed him the crumpled purse in his hand.

Mo Lingyuan""

Mo Lingyuan spread it in his palm, frowned and looked at it for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure this is a purse?" ”

Chu Yunyao nodded firmly, "It can hold things, of course it's a purse." ”

The crooked stitches, the pattern is extremely simple, Mo Lingyuan distinguished it for a long time, and asked, "Why do you want to embroider a black soil chicken that is eating grass for me?" ”

Chu Yunyao corrected, "It's not a black soil chicken, it's a swallow with a green leaf." ”

Mo Lingyuan""

There are swallows with such bloated bodies in this world, I am afraid that they can only eat in the grass like local chickens.

Chu Yunyao saw that Mo Lingyuan's face was not ordinarily ugly, so she reached out and grabbed it, "If you don't like it, forget it, give it back to me, I said it a long time ago, I'm not good at needlework." ”