Do you want to see it?!

Okay, it's not much different from the big guy's situation.

Sheng Han's sleeves were full of vigilance and repulsion, "You have to confess your heart to me on the premise of keeping me?" ”

"I hope the girl can think about the proposal without distractions." Mo Rin said gently, still with the temperament of a humble gentleman.

Just looking at appearances can kill people.

Sheng Hansleeve closed his eyes and said in a sneering tone, "Okay, I'll think about it carefully." ”

Mo Rin opened the food box warmly and laid out a plate of dishes, "Miss Sheng, please eat, I won't disturb you later." ”

Soon the door closed, and fifteen came out of the shadows, "This man...... Wonderful! ”

In a different era, this is illegal captivity! He can actually confess in a good voice! It sounds like an X dog!

Sheng Hansleeve stared at the steaming meal with a vicissitudes of life, "Maybe he just has inflated his self-confidence, thinking that I will definitely agree to him, and everyone is happy." ”

Fifteen tiptoed over and looked out through the crack in the door, and saw Mo Rin's slender back, "Aside from anything else, this young master's appearance conditions are okay." ”

"Please replace the reference standard with the Battle Lord." Sheng Hansleeve said hesitantly lifting the chopsticks.

"Stop!" Fifteen looked back, and when his heart hung in his throat, he shouted in his heart, "Don't move, let me try if there is a problem with the meal first." ”

Sheng Han's sleeve eyes turned to it subtly, "That's what I mean, it seems that we still have a good heart." ”

Fifteen who trotted past heard the words and knelt down with a "poof".

Can it apply for a change of owner who has a little bit of love for it, just a little bit?!

"What's going on?" The little guy guarding the door asked, "Miss Sheng, what's wrong with you?" ”

Fifteen minutes into the bottom of the bed to hide.

"Oh, I didn't pay attention and knocked over the stool." No sooner had she put the stool at her feet down than the lock was opened.

The little guy crossed the threshold with half of his body, his eyes scanned vigilantly, and then he softened his face and bowed his hand respectfully, "The little ones are ordered to protect Miss Sheng, and if Miss Sheng is in need, even if the little ones are called." ”

Sheng Hansleeve tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Okay." "How dare you do it!

However, it can also be seen from this that most of these gatekeepers are a little skilled, and it is not advisable to rush out blindly, and it must be carefully planned.

……

The blade of the sword was unsheathed, Mo Rin took the handkerchief and wiped it carefully, and beside him was the attendant who had followed him since childhood, "She is very disgusted with this son." ”

The attendant pondered his master's thoughts, "Miss Sheng may be forced to do so?" ”

"When she was in the Battle King's Mansion, it can also be said that she was forced to do so." His leisurely tone, with a calm and relaxed tone that was deeply attached to his bones, "I can understand it too." But now, the Lord of War is thousands of miles away in the south, and she has left the Mansion of the King of War, and she seems to be even more resistant to me. ”

"It's possible......" the attendant lowered his head, "It's possible that Miss Sheng doesn't like the way she is encircled like this......"

Mo Rin glanced at him casually, still in a low and slow tone, but it showed the confidence to be determined, "What this son wants, there is never something that cannot be obtained." ”

……

The three days of consideration passed quickly, and the fifteen digging holes were still a little short of complete.

Sheng Hansleeve thought about letting Fifteen go back to the Battle Palace, but she could only move Fifteen to her side with her mind, and there was no way to let it move back.

In the end, it is to blame for her lack of ability at the moment.

It would be too risky to run back to fifteen entities, in case Mo Rin noticed that she would be over.

"Miss Sheng." Mo Rin was dressed in white today, looking gentle and modest, and his voice was also low.