As if he didn't see his displeasure, Wen Hao said again: "I see that Huo Gongzi is very fond of the maid around him, and it is inconvenient for her to live in the front yard with Huo Gongzi, you should be careful, and the subordinates in the front yard are not allowed to slack off, if the girl has any needs, try to meet them." ”

"Don't worry, Dad, my son will tell them well." Wen Zhe's eyes lit up and he nodded with a smile.

He was not very interested in that Huo Xiao, but he was very interested in the maid, and he wanted to take this opportunity to brush up on his good feelings.

Liu asked lightly: "Uncle Wen, can I ask, how did Huo Gongzi save you?" ”

Wen Hao showed a surprised expression, and then said, "It's a coincidence......

When he finished explaining, Liu Qingyang frowned and pondered.

Wen Zhe pouted and said: "Even if there is no him, we will solve it ourselves, he is good, put on a look of no one in his eyes, three or four invitations can't come, I have to ask my father to invite him personally, it's really a big shelf." ”

Wen Hao immediately reprimanded: "Shut up! People have helped us anyway, how can they talk like that? ”

Wen Zhe was not afraid at all, and sneered: "I just can't look past it, why is he putting on a high posture in front of his father?" Who does he think he is? It's just a nobody who came out of the corners! Dad can't help but think too highly of him! ”

Wen Hao's face darkened, and when he was about to reprimand again, he remembered that there were still others, so he didn't say anything, just blew his beard angrily and stared.

In order to break the embarrassment, Liu Qingyang hurriedly said: "Uncle Wen is better to be careful, after all, I don't know the face of the person, I don't know the heart, I think this Huo Gongzi is not too simple, he is too deep, and he always feels not at ease, if I don't have the opportunity, I will test it for Uncle Wen, if it is really trustworthy, it would be better." ”

Wen Hao's dark face softened slightly, stroked his beard, and bowed his head in satisfaction: "In this case, please ask the virtuous nephew." ”

"That's what should be done next." Liu Qingyang smiled modestly.

……

A round of red sun is rising from the east, and the people in the yard have begun to be busy, Mo Yao stood in the courtyard and stretched his waist, feeling the warm spring breeze blowing through his cheeks, his skirt was flying, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Even though things have long been different, this is still the home in her memory, with many good memories, and every time she closes her eyes, it seems to be back in time.

Mo Yao walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

A maid stepped forward to ask if she could have a snack, Mo Yao waved her hand and ordered her to retreat, and after a while, she took out a flute from her waist, held her cheek with one hand, and turned the flute with the other, and was quiet for a while, silently putting the flute horizontally to her lips.

In the silence, Mo Jiao gave up in the end, a trace of gloom flashed between his eyebrows, and he retracted the flute.

The sound of a gust of wind was very obvious in this warm and calm morning, Mo Yao raised his eyes suddenly, and a long white figure slowly fell in the courtyard in front of him.

Mo Miao looked at the person in front of him in a daze, dumbfounded.

The man in white walked to sit down opposite her, unceremoniously poured himself a cup of tea, raised his eyes and smiled gently: "What a coincidence, Miss Mo also got up so early?" ”

Hearing his words, Mo Miao finally came back to his senses, frowned, and his face was not good: "What does Liu Gongzi mean by this?" ”

Liu Qingyang's face was puzzled, and he asked in surprise: "Why is the girl angry?" ”

Mo Miao sneered: "Why is Liu Gongzi pretending? trespassing on our son's yard really makes this place his home. ”

Liu Qingyang smiled, stood up, and bowed: "If the girl is angry because of this, I will apologize here." ”

Mo Yao: "......" What else can she say?

It's great to admit mistakes, but how can you do such a thing? I'm not afraid of falling into the mouth.

"Since Liu Gongzi knows that he is wrong, please leave." Mo Jiao unceremoniously ordered the eviction of customers.

Liu Qingyang's footsteps did not move, his eyes were bright, and his smile was kind: "I know that this move is rude, but it is because I saw a girl playing with something on the roof below, which is very familiar, so I came to ask." ”

Mo Miao suddenly understood what he meant, and subconsciously put his hand on the bamboo flute on his waist, looking nervous.

Liu Qingyang followed her movements and caught a glimpse of the bamboo flute, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened: "Sure enough, you still have this thing, which shows that you haven't forgotten the original thing." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Miao was annoyed and ashamed.

Damn, he did it on purpose! It was cunning to provoke her with something that had already been given to her.

But this flute seemed to expose some of her thoughts, which made her very uncomfortable, especially when she noticed the deep meaning in the other party's gaze, and she couldn't wait to die immediately.

Liu Qingyang looked at the annoyance on her face and smiled slightly: "Is it nonsense, you know it in your heart, I remember that you returned the hairpin I bought for you to me, indicating that you and I have nothing to do with each other, but now that my flute is still in your hands, should it also be returned to its original owner?" ”

Mo Miao was stunned, what did he mean? For some reason, there was a dull pain in her chest, her eyes were a little sour, and the hand holding the flute was tighter.

Looking at the faint smile on his face, Mo Miao unconsciously lowered his eyelids, was silent for a long time, and finally took out the flute and handed it to him: "As you wish." ”

These four words were so difficult to say that she did not dare to look up at him, but her other drooping hand was hidden under the stone table and clenched into a fist.

A slender hand reached out in front of her and slowly grasped the other end of the flute.

Just as she was about to let go, the opposite hand jerked forward and grabbed the hand she was about to let go.

Mo Miao raised his eyes in surprise, the hand holding the flute was held by him, and he held the flute tightly in the palm of his hand again, and even the hand with her fell into the warm and thick palm of the other party.

"What do you do?" Mo Miao exclaimed, wanting to withdraw his hand, but to no avail.

The other party's strength was very great, and the gaze staring at her was burning like fire, as if it was about to melt her, and as soon as the big palm was slightly forced, Mo Miao was forced to lean forward.

"Let it go!" Mo Yao's face turned pale as paper in an instant, he struggled violently, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

Liu Qingyang leaned over to her ear and said, "Since I have already given away the things, how can I take them back again?" You can give it up, but I can't let it go, no matter who you have in your heart, this flute will never be discarded. ”

There was a hint of domineering in the gentle voice of the past at this moment, and Mo Miao was stunned, and a kiss of dragonfly fell on her forehead.

By the time she reacted, the other party was already a foot away from her, a safe distance, as if nothing had happened just now.

But she also clearly felt the burning of that part of her forehead, which made her blush and panic.

"You ......" she wanted to scold, but Liu Qingyang had already cut off her words with a smile: "This is what you pay back to me, so it's fair." ”

Mo Miao was surprised to find that he actually understood the meaning of his words, and he couldn't say a word of scolding.

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