In the past few days when Mo Qiqi was recuperating, Mo Qingmao would come over every day, either to bring her some snacks from outside, or to paint books outside.

Mo Qiqi didn't feel bored, maybe the wound on his face was growing, it was itchy these days, and he wanted to scratch it with his hands.

On this day, she was sitting and reading, and the little maid Baihua on the side was fanning her.

Looking at Mo Qiqi's hand, he couldn't help but scratch his face again, and Baihua hurriedly reminded again.

"Hmm."

Mo Qiqi naturally knew, and frowned in response.

I was a little irritable in my heart, firstly, the weather was a little hot and the wound was itchy, and secondly, Mo Qingmiao had been out for many days, and I hadn't seen him.

So, upset and irritable.

Today, Si Mo'er invited some people into the mansion, and although it was separated by a courtyard, Mo Qiqi could still hear Sizhu Yale.

Mo Qiqi's original maids around her were all sold, and later the county lord Rongwei gave her his eldest maid and flowers.

Baihua has just come over for more than ten days, looking at Mo Qiqi's innocent and flawless eyes, she was suddenly sprouted by her eyes.

Later, he was even more single-minded, and followed Mo Qiqi, although many people in the house liked Si Moer very much.

However, from the perspective of Baihua, he still stands on his own little master, not to mention, the master's face is like this.

"That Miss Cousin is really, knowing that you don't agree with Nalan Zhiyan, at this time, I still invite her over, isn't it to block you, Miss!"

Baihua couldn't get angry, got up and walked to the window again, and reached out to pull the window up.

"The eldest young master is here."

Outside, the cheerful voice of the maid Fubao was heard.

When Mo Qiqi heard this, he quickly stood up and walked outside, but before he reached the door, Mo Qingmiao had already come to her.

"Brother."

Mo Qiqi hurriedly hugged his lean waist and put his face on his chest.

Mo Qingmiao looked at the little head buried in his chest, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stretched out his hand and touched it.

"Brother, where have you been, why haven't you seen it for so many days?"

Mo Qiqi pulled him by the hand and sat down on the soft couch beside him.

"I went to Lizhou." Mo Qingmiao said, took the teacup in Fu Bao's hand, and took a shallow sip.

"Then brother went this time, did you buy me anything?"

Mo Qiqi looked at him with mist-like eyes.

"This time I'm busy with other things, and I didn't buy anything."

Mo Qingmiao smiled lightly and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Oh." Mo Qiqi answered, then lowered his head again and played with the chess pieces on the table.

"My cousin invited someone over today, why don't you go and take a look?"

Mo Qingmiao asked.

"She invited Nalan Zhiyan, if I go like this, wouldn't it be obvious that they would make fun of her."

Mo Qiqi pursed his lips, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"My brother really wants me to make a fool of myself."

"Of course not."

Seeing the expression on her face, Mo Qingmiao instantly became very wonderful again, and immediately smiled.

"I went to Lizhou and helped you hire a famous doctor, but he is a man, and then his treatment method will probably be very painful, do you need to try it?"

Mo Qingmiao's voice was loud, and looking at her gaze, it was also clear and moist.

"Yes."

As soon as he heard that he deliberately treated his face, Mo Qiqi nodded busily, and he couldn't care about anything else.

"The person is in the house, I'll let him come later."

Seeing her like this, Mo Qingmiao also raised a smile on the corner of his mouth.