This was very unkind, as if he was complaining about the sins he had suffered during the month.

She does have grievances, she doesn't feel uncomfortable, since she is uncomfortable, how can she let this culprit be comfortable?

The dust boy was not annoyed, and laughed, in a very good mood: "It's not good for the husband, if the lady is to blame, the husband will compensate the lady in the future." ”

"How is the dust boy going to compensate? Is the so-called compensation to seal my martial arts and force me to do what I don't like to do? Mo asked with a cold face.

It's one thing to know the times, but it doesn't mean that she has to endure these grievances and suppress her anger.

Of course, even if you endure it, the other party won't believe it, so why wronged yourself?

"The lady is angry, is it for the husband, the husband is just afraid that the lady will be too stubborn and hurt the lady, so she has to do it."

The other party's good temper made her suddenly have the illusion of punching the cotton, and she was very angry.

Also, how can a dignified son be provoked by a few words from others?

Mo Jiao endured his dissatisfaction and said coldly: "If Gongzi Chen really understands me, he should not force me, and ask Gongzi Chen to resume my martial arts as soon as possible, then I will be grateful to Gongzi Chen." ”

Chen Gongzi leaned back, and his tone was light: "The husband understands the lady's feelings, but the lady is too cunning, and the husband is afraid that the lady will recover her martial arts and run out to meet the lover, so she has to wronged the lady for a while." ”

Mo Miao was stunned.

She naturally knew who the word "lover" was referring to in the other party's mouth, although a month had passed, she inexplicably believed that Liu Qingyang must still be waiting outside and never left.

From the tone of the dust boy, she was even more sure of this information.

Mo Yao suddenly lowered his eyelids, stopped talking, and was in a very dull mood.

I thought that she could forget everything in the past, and when she detoxified Liu Qingyang, she could be together well, but she didn't expect this to happen.

Now she doesn't know how to face Liu Qingyang, and how can she take the initiative to find him?

The familiar tingling sensation hit, Mo Yao's face turned white in an instant, covered his heart, and snorted.

There was a sudden sound from the opposite side, and it seemed that something had fallen to the ground.

"Childe!" Jiang Lao in the corner exclaimed.

As soon as the dust boy raised his hand, he stopped his movements.

Soon the pain disappeared, and Mo Yao regained his composure and raised his eyes to look at the other side.

The dust boy was looking at her fixedly, his expression behind the mask was unknown, and his breath was as cold as ice.

There was a book lying quietly on the ground, which he had just read.

Mo Miao glanced at him strangely, how could he not be able to hold a book with his mind?

"The lady is so affectionate, but the Gu poison has flare up again?" The dust boy sneered.

"Dusty boy already knew, didn't he?" Mo Yao pulled the corners of his lips sarcastically.

Why pretend?

The dust boy regained his composure and calmness: "The lady should be called the husband, and the title of this dust boy is too rusty." ”

"I don't like it." Mo Miao refused bluntly.

The dust boy looked at her deeply and said no more.

When the meal came, the two silently finished the meal, and Mo Jiao got up and went back to the room.

The dust boy looked at her back, silent.

Jiang Lao put the book back in front of him and asked with concern, "Is Childe okay?" ”

The dust boy said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Jiang Lao said: "Son, don't care, Madame will figure it out in a few days, this is only temporary." ”

The dust boy lowered his eyes and opened the book, and his voice was slightly deep: "Jiang Lao thinks about it, this son never cares about this." ”

Jiang Lao smiled silently.

Mo Miao was resting at noon, and when he heard the sound of footsteps at the door, the sound of the dust boy ordering the maid to retreat, his body immediately tensed, but he pretended to be asleep.

The man himself wrapped around her, and his cool hand reached into her clothes, Mo Jiao couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly pulled out the short dagger under the pillow and stabbed at the person behind him.

With one hand, he grabbed the dagger neatly, knocked the dagger to the ground, grabbed her wrist, and the man approached her and said sarcastically in her ear: "The lady is going to murder her husband?" ”

Mo Miao glared at him, his eyes indignant: "Why should Gongzi pretend again? Isn't it fun? ”

The man stiffened, staring at her silently.

Mo Yao continued to sarcastically: "Don't speak? Or was it debunked and there was nothing to say? Why should Childe be forced to force each other again? Wouldn't it be better to kill me? ”

"The lady is serious, how can the husband be willing to kill you? It's too late for your husband to hurt you. The dust boy chuckled, breathing and intertwining with each other, extremely ambiguous.

Mo Miao simply gave up resistance, let him trap himself tightly, closed his eyes, and looked cold: "Everything is in the mastery of Gongzi's calculations, Mo Yao can't fight Gongzi, and he doesn't want to fight anymore, maybe Gongzi's interest is to torture people for fun, but Mo Yao is no longer able to accompany him." ”

Chen Gongzi looked at her fixedly, the aura around him gradually became cold, and he reached out and pinched her chin, strong enough to crush her: "It's all up to you!" You are mine, the name, the favor, this son is all for you, what more do you want? This son doesn't allow you to turn around, because you can't afford the consequences! ”

"Is it okay for Childe to kill me?" Mo Jiao looked at him with bright eyes, and the words he said made his eyes stare suddenly.

"Not good." As soon as the dust boy's voice fell, the person also leaned down.

……

Three days later, Mo Miao was taken out of the dustless dwelling in his sleep.

In the carriage, the dust boy was reading quietly, and Mo Jiao was lying in the soft brocade quilt on the side, and he didn't know what to do.

A young man in white sits outside the carriage and is hurrying away.

Liu Qingyang found the carriage for the first time, because he felt the search for the Gu, so he followed closely, but was blocked by the old man in white, and after a fight, he finally got rid of the old man, and the carriage was long gone.

This scene made him suspicious, and he was even more vigilant and angry.

When Mo Jiao woke up, he was lying on the lap of the dust boy, felt the bump under him, his blank eyes gradually became clear, and he sat up on the ground.

"Where are you taking me?" Mo Miao lifted the curtain and looked at the regressing scenery outside, and looked back at him.

Chen Gongzi held her in his arms and said calmly: "I know that you are bored, take you out for a walk, and take you to a place by the way." ”

Mo Jiao went from being hesitant at the beginning to accepting it calmly now, and his mood was suddenly very good.

As long as you come out, you will have more chances to escape.

But she was still calm on her face, but she was still a little unsure.

What exactly did he have in mind? Would he be so kind?

Sure enough, immediately after that, he said: "Don't think about running away, your husband won't give you a chance." ”

"Why does Childe wear a mask again?" Mo Miao ignored his warning, and when he saw the mask on his face, he was angry, and he looked at it, did he still have to pretend?

The dust boy laughed: "The lady doesn't like to wear a mask for her husband, so she doesn't wear it for her husband." ”

As he spoke, he took off his mask.

Mo Miao stared at the unfamiliar face, the roots of his teeth itched, but he suddenly smiled and groaned: "It turns out that the son is keen on cuckolding, Mo Miao looked at this face, and suddenly felt much more pleasing to the eye than before." ”

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