The lark tea is delicious, and Princess Mo's sister even let me pack a bag to take away, which is really embarrassing. ”

Mo Bai was slightly stunned when he heard the moon ghost's name for his daughter-in-law.

Princess Mo's sister?

Princess Mo is the title of identity.

But what the hell is my sister?

Under normal circumstances, don't outsiders call her "Her Royal Highness Princess Mo" or "Princess Niangniang".

"You're welcome."

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." The moon ghost's smile was still very hearty, "If you have a chance in the future, you will come and chat with His Royal Highness King Mo." ”

When he was done, he got into the carriage.

The coachman drives.

Left the confines of the Mowang Mansion.

Mo Bai stared at the distant shadow of the carriage for a long, long time before he retracted his gaze, stepped away, and walked into the house.

Inside the courtyard.

On the edge of the stone table.

Sure enough, I saw a lovely wife sitting and drinking tea.

It's lark tea.

The wife was drinking tea, and on the table opposite her, there was also a purple sand teacup, and half of the tea in it was used, which should have been used by the Holy Son who had left.

"Dump."

Mo Bai stepped forward.

He didn't take his seat.

Instead, he stood behind her, stretched out his iron-like arms, put his hands in his arms, and directly hugged her from behind, using his chin against the top of her head, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair.

"I'm back, don't think I'm?"

The low tone, full of magnetism, with a bit of coquettish taste.

The clouds fell into the city for a moment.

I have never been used to this kind of hugging behind my back, but now I have been used to it many times.

"Hmm."

Thinking of the words of the previous Laurel Prince, between himself and King Mo, in the eyes of outsiders, they are already a loving couple.

She had already accepted him unconsciously.

It's just that I haven't found it yet.

Now, she doesn't want to run away either. Admit it, admit it, what's the big deal.

She was originally his wife.

He is also a good apprentice taught by his own hands.

Everything about her is basically given by him.

Without ink and white, how can we come to today's cloud-dumping city; If there is no cloud captivating city, how can you stand here and be unharmed.

Feelings are inherently mutual.

If one party always pays and the other party does not move, then it is difficult for this relationship to last too long.

This man, although he has done wrong things, although he has deceived him, but it is all in the past, the punishment has been punished, and he has paid the price, and the days to come are still very long, and he doesn't have so much energy to care about too much, and the unhappy past, just let it go away with the wind, just remember those who are happy.

"Do you really miss me?"

Mo Bai's face was in disbelief.

He grabbed her shoulders suddenly, forcibly pulled her body over, faced himself, forced her to look at him, and did not allow her eyes to escape, "Tilt daughter-in-law, I shouldn't be dreaming." ”

It never occurred to her that she would respond.

It's just a matter of habit to ask that kind of thing.

Her non-response, her coldness, he has long been used to it, he doesn't even expect her to respond to him, he feels that as long as he can still be a husband, he will be by her side for the rest of his life, protect her, and shelter her from the wind and rain, it is enough.

Yun Chengcheng stretched out a hand, pinched the right side of Mo Bai's face, and twisted it: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts."

The white expression is a little dumbfounded.

How can it not hurt.

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