When she heard the word 'dry face', Wanqin's face changed, and she was even a little ugly: "Sister Yale, how can that fool compare with you?" Forget it, I still don't mention that idiot, when I mention her, I can't wait to pick her skin, my face is all thanks to her, and I can't get rid of my hatred when I cut her......"

The incident in Ziducun is still Wanqin's nightmare.

Her face was disfigured.

At the end of the eye, thanks to the withered face of the wood, it left a long furrow scar, which looks very terrifying if it is not concealed.

When she first returned to Mudu, she didn't dare to go out.

Fortunately, Yale often came to accompany her, which allowed her to slowly come out and begin to receive skin graft and plastic surgery.

Now she wears a white cloth and is still in the recovery period, so she wears a hat everywhere she goes.

"Wanqin, the beauty of the withered face is undeniable, isn't it?" Mu Yale asked with a smile.

Her makeup today is as gentle as her smile.

It's just that she hates herself so much that she can never be as beautiful as Mu Kuyan.

Wanqin snorted disdainfully, and said coquettishly: "That idiot just has a foxy skin, and in terms of morality, wisdom and beauty, she is not as good as Sister Yale." ”

Wanqin's words, to Mu Yale's ears, although she knew that it was a sycophant, it still made her feel comfortable.

"Besides, that idiot has entered Zidu Village, don't think about coming back in this life, everything she has will be Sister Yale alone, and in the future, Sister Yale will be ......"

"Wanqin!" Mu Yale interrupted the overstep: "You can't talk nonsense. ”

Wanqin lowered her head and muttered, "I'm telling the truth." ”

The two of them walked over to the couch and sat down.

The color of the courier box is somewhat eye-catching.

Wanqin picked up the box curiously and asked casually: "This gift giver is quite thoughtful, it is red, and good luck is the head." ”

Listening to Wanqin's words, Mu Yale's eyes fell on the red box she was holding.

Can't get half interested.

When the time comes, it's still going to be thrown away!

Wanqin didn't look at the courier information on the box carefully, and asked Mu Yale directly: "Sister Yale, don't you mind if I help you open it?" ”

Mu Yale lazily propped up her chin, and her beautiful eyes were shining: "You can tear it down." ”

Wanqin was not polite, and opened the express box in three or two clicks.

The gifts inside are carefully packaged, and the pink and white wrapping paper color is very beautiful.

"It's actually food. But it looks pretty good. Seeing that it was food, Wanqin's eyes lit up, staring intently at the box of biscuits.

Wanqin's words attracted Mu Yale's attention.

She looked over and saw that what Wanqin was holding was a box of biscuits with a very delicate packaging.

At the same time, Mu Yale's eyes also lit up for a moment.

She has never loved snacks, but only biscuits are her only love.

Knowing her hobbies and giving her cookies, who will be the giver?

Thinking so, Mu Yale wanted to see the shipping information on the express box.

Address: Major General's Residence.

Sender: Mujisi.

Seeing Mu Jisi's three words, Mu Yale was stunned for a while, and for a moment, he thought that he had read it wrong.

It's Mukisi......

The light she strives for......

Buried in the heart of the love.

It's a pity that Mu Jisi has never looked at her squarely.

He was a lonely and cold man, and his eyes never had a temperature......

Wanqin unscrewed the lid, unceremoniously took out a biscuit, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it: "It's so fragrant, it's the fragrance of lemon, I'll taste it for you first." ”