In the next few days, Mu Qing became a little heel of Feng Mochen.

Feng Mochen felt that her patience in this life was about to be worn out by her, and her usual dignity and self-control were fed to the dog in front of her.

Feng Mochen had been staying in the study, and Mu Qingluo came uninvited, so he sat on the soft chair, holding his chin with his hand, and looked at him with his eyes blank.

Feng Mochen was a little unaccustomed to it at first, but then he ignored her directly, but he followed Mu Qingluo whatever he did.

"Master, I've been here with you for two days, why don't I even have a cup of hot tea?"

Mu Qingluo's small mouth pursed, his cheeks bulged, and his cheeks were a little ruddy, as if he was angry.

"The teacher didn't force you to come."

Feng Mochen didn't look up, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes covered all his expressions.

Mu Qingluo didn't care, she also knew some of Feng Mochen's preferences in the past two days, such as he likes to eat strawberries, and he planted a large piece in the backyard, but the strange thing is that he picked it the day before, and it grew full fruit the next day.

Feng Mochen has to eat a basket every afternoon.

Her eyes flashed slightly, which was very similar to someone she knew.

Waiting until the next day, Mu Qingluo followed Feng Mochen to the study again, this time, there was a plate of osmanthus cake and a pot of tea on the table, Mu Qingluo's fingers touched the wall of the pot, and the tea was still hot.

Mu Qingluo poured a cup of tea, took a sip, the fragrance of tea instantly filled his throat, and he took a bite of osmanthus cake, and the sweet and sweet taste was wrapped around the tip of his tongue.

She pursed her lips and put it down, the osmanthus cake was very fragrant and sweet, and it tasted great, but she had never liked sweets.

She was as usual, but today she enjoyed it a little, and fell asleep unconsciously with her hands propped up.

Feng Mochen felt that Mu Qingluo was unusually quiet today, and when she raised her eyes, she found that she had fallen asleep.

The round head is little by little, and the sparse eyelashes cast a shadow on the fair and delicate cheeks.

The years are quiet, and it seems that this is also good,

Feng Mochen thought.

He whispered to her side and covered her with a blanket that he had found out of nowhere.

Mu Qingluo felt the movement, her eyelashes trembled slightly, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and she woke up leisurely.

The movements on Feng Mochen's hands froze and did not move, his eyes were facing each other, and his ignorant eyes towards Shang Mu Qingluo gradually became clearer.

"What is Master doing?"

Mu Qingluo blinked and asked slyly.

Feng Mochen's dark and deep eyes moved slightly, and his gaze, which had always been as light as water, rippled.

He slowly stood up, put the blanket on his side, and turned to walk in the direction of the door.

"Does Master like me? So you want to give me a blanket? ”

Behind him was Mu Qingluo's lively and brisk voice, and Feng Mochen stumbled under his feet, but he stabilized his figure.

"Master, where are you going? Wait, wait. ”

Feng Mochen's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Go and clean your hands for the teacher, you will stay here for me!" ”

"Okay, Master, I'll pick strawberries for you."

Mu Qingluo walked to the door and shouted at Feng Mochen who was far away.

As soon as she entered the backyard, she felt the existence of a strange atmosphere, her eyes were dark, her expression was dark, and she said sharply: "Who! ”

"I didn't expect you to be quite alert here."

There was a light laughter from the corner, and a man walked out, he was wearing a black brocade robe, shaking a delicate and beautiful black fan in his hand, with a clear appearance and a gentle face, giving people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

In the next moment, Mu Qingluo felt as if she was being controlled, and she quickly shot at the other party.