It wasn't the first time he'd sculpted her.

When I have nothing to do, or when I miss her, I always take a piece of jade or gemstone with good texture and trace her appearance with a knife.

On his desk, there was already a whole row of Xiao Momo.

Ruby, ethereal crystal, glass jadeite, tourmaline, opal, and all kinds of warm and precious jade, it is like a collection of figures.

Momo of various colors sit in rows.

And at this moment, the one in Mo Yan's hand is the closest color to her coat color - white warm jade.

He was waiting for her.

She said she would meet tonight.

He had been waiting here since noon, and hours had passed, and he did not feel impatient at all.

Ziqian Mo has arrived.

She landed on the windowsill.

On the window lattice, there is a pot of white lily of the valley in full bloom, bathed in the moonlight, which has a different kind of elegance.

Of course, flowers are not Mo Yan's.

He is not interested in flowers and plants.

Just because he ordered him to go down last time and let his subordinates buy thousands of pots of Junying grass, his subordinates thoughtfully that he also liked Junying grass, and put a pot on the window of his office room.

As soon as Zi Qianmo saw the lily of the valley, he couldn't control himself, he forgot to come to Mo Yan and had something to talk about, stretched out his little white paws, scratched the cute petals one by one, and his fluffy little head rubbed between the bunches of lily of the valley flowers.

Mo Yan's cultivation is very high, and his six senses are extremely keen.

As soon as the little one landed on the windowsill, he spotted her.

When he saw her again, his heart rejoiced.

Just about to put down the carving knife and Bai Nuanyu in his hand, and went over to talk to her, who knew that the little guy completely ignored himself and played with the Junying grass on the windowsill.

Mo Yan was helpless for a while, unable to tell what she felt in her heart, and was a little jealous of the Junying Grass, which took away her attention.

"Like?"

He sighed softly, and a low, melodious voice sounded above her.

Zi Qianmo's body stiffened, and he raised his head, just in time to meet the man's deep and good-looking phoenix eyes.

Worst!

I can't control this damn instinct at all!

She spat on herself deeply, and then pushed the pot of flowers directly off the windowsill with a hard push of her paws, and fell down from the seventeenth floor with a "snap", and fell to her death.

"I don't like it." Gao cold face, serious tone.

Mo Yan stared at her with a smile and did not speak.

Zi Qianmo only felt a burst of heat on his face, damn it, what to look at, his voice became more and more cold: "Boring." ”

Mo Yan looked at the little guy's arrogant appearance, and only felt cute and tight.

I like it, but I'm duplicitous.

"You just like it." Mo Yan's heart was itchy, and the bad factor came up, so she wanted to tease her.

Zi Qianmo: "......" You go to die! (╯\/\/\/\/\/)╯︵┻━┻

This demon won't admit it!

"If you like it, say it, and I won't laugh at you." The curvature of the corners of Mo Yan's lips is completely uncontrollable, and the rising arc is becoming more and more obvious.

Ziqian Mo fried hair.

You still say you won't laugh at me?

So you're laughing at the hell now?!

was so angry that the Tianling Gai flew out, Bai Tuanzi turned around, pointed his butt at him, and ignored it. The hair on his whole body exploded, like a little hedgehog.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yan knew that he was a little too amused, and the little guy was thin-skinned and angry.

I want to touch her, I want to hold her in my arms and crumple her up, so that I can soothe her.