When she left before, the little girl was like an angry cat, and she was vicious with her teeth and claws, and now she went back and brought a woman, I don't know how she is going to make trouble?

Thinking about it so anxiously, Liang Mosheng suddenly realized something, and said "phew" in his heart: Hey! I'm afraid she won't make it!

The soldiers guarding the gate of the courtyard saw the brigade commander coming back, and saluted Liang Mosheng without slanting, but his eyes wandered left and right at the woman who followed him. The lights are not on, but a beautiful face of hibiscus is still smooth and delicate. The soldier couldn't help but steal the joy in his heart, and had a premonition that there would be a good show to watch for a while. The man in the room cried for a long time, and then it was quiet.

When Liang Mosheng raised his feet and entered the door, he squinted at the soldiers, not knowing when the surnamed Yan would come to take back these soldiers, and his mind instantly turned from Yuan Anqi's body to his future, but he found that there were holes on both sides, which could not be filled and could not be filled, making him anxious and hesitant.

In the end in the Liang Mansion, he was still a master, and as soon as he entered the door, a maid ran up. Liang Mosheng instructed the maid to clean up the room for Xiaowan, and then boiled hot water for her to change.

Xiao Wan couldn't stop thanking him when she was taken away by the maid, and he looked at her weak willow Fufeng's back for a long time.

This god is pure and has few desires, and he doesn't think much about anything else. Until the carved door of the main house leaned on a petite figure, it was Yuan Anqi.

She looked at him, and didn't speak, her eyes were innocent and complaining, because she had been crying in the quilt for a long time, and now she was a little edema, and her nose was also red, which added a bit of charm and charm.

Liang Mosheng also looked at her, and saw that she was only wearing a thin silk skirt, although it was almost summer, but in the end, the night was as cold as water, not to mention that she ran out with a pair of bare feet, so naturally it would not be warm.

Thinking so in his heart, he felt a little distressed, and a pair of black patent leather shoes stepped up the steps step by step, and Liang Mosheng hugged Yuan Anqi horizontally.

Yuan Anqi's eyes were already sore and swollen from crying, but at this time, they were stimulated by Liang Mosheng's embrace, and they couldn't help crying again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and didn't wail, just pressed against his chest and sobbed silently, her pointed jaw trembling.

Liang Mosheng already had some feelings for her, but now that he was soft and aggrieved and delicate, he threw the anger he had just put out of the clouds. paced to the edge of the bed and sat down, still holding her, letting Yuan Anqi snuggle in his arms.

It's just that he gradually felt that the shirt on his chest was wet, he endured it for a while, it was uncomfortable, and he coaxed Yuan Anqi softly, and he had to change into a dry and clean nightgown, so he came up and hugged her.

A pair of big hands were close to her waist and slowly wrapped around her, Yuan Anqi "hummed" softly, thinking that he would have to toss again before he was willing to fall asleep, but he didn't expect Liang Mosheng to just put two lips on her face wordlessly, and then fell asleep.

He was extremely tired, in the past, he could be single-minded, and he only faced one woman in one day. Today, as if they were deliberately bumped into one place, the three women took turns in a circle. And unexpectedly realized the fantasy of his youth, and brought the flower in the mirror back home, and Liang Mosheng still feels that he is still dreaming.

Liang Mosheng slept until three o'clock in the morning, but Yuan Anqi opened his eyes when the morning light was faint, and kept staring at him sideways, during which he stretched out a thin finger to trace the bridge of his eyebrows, eyes and nose.

Finally, stop between the upper and lower lips and press gently.

Soft and warm, it was something that tasted her body all over again. There was a tingling sensation from his fingertips, and Yuan Anqi withdrew his hand, still looking at him silently.

Because she wants to spend her life with the person in front of her, whether she was forced to do it at first or not, she is now willing, and deep down in her heart she has already planted a love root for herself, and she wants to follow him with all her heart and love him by the way.

You will be happy when you are with the people you love.

So looking at Liang Mosheng now, how do you look at it and how you love, even the little fine lines in the corners of his eyes when he laughs are full of love.

"I won't go back to Baifu, I'm going to follow you for the rest of my life, you can't get rid of me." Yuan Anqi stared at his face intently, gritting his teeth and being ruthless in his heart.

Because Liang Mosheng didn't wake up for a long time, Yuan Anqi looked at it for a while and was tired, vaguely muffled her oath in her mouth, and gradually fell asleep again. When he woke up again, it was Liang Mosheng who got up first, and he was already dressed and standing in front of the vanity mirror to wipe his face with alabaster.

Everything is done by the handsome and beauty-loving young master Kuo.

"Are you awake?"

Seeing the little girl sitting up in the mirror, he didn't turn around, he still wiped his face meticulously, muttering that this domestic alabaster is very unusable, and he wants people to go to the department store to choose some foreign goods back.

"I know a French paste, I rub it in Baifu, and it's okay to use." Yuan Anqi didn't say it's okay, but when he said it, he found that his words had a thick nasal voice, and he actually had a cold.

She didn't want to believe it, so she said "um" softly unwillingly, and asked Liang Mosheng under the excuse of speaking: "Where are you going to dress up so smartly?" ”

"Not anywhere." After Liang Mosheng wiped the alabaster, he remembered that the tie had not been tied yet, and turned around and walked towards the wardrobe.

Yuan Anqi confirmed the symptoms of the cold in this question and answer, and estimated in his heart that Liang Mosheng had a lot of strength last night and snatched her quilt to cause her to catch a cold.

She didn't miss any opportunity to be coquettish to him now, so she sucked her little nose hard, and said with red eyes: "Lao Liang, look at you, you robbed my quilt last night, and now I have a cold, what should I do?" ”

Liang Mosheng was still concentrating on choosing a tie, and at this time, after listening to her delicate and nasal voice, he realized that she had a cold. Only then did he turn his head to look at her, and saw Yuan Anqi sitting with his legs bent, the silk sleeping group loosely covered his slender and weak body, faintly enough to see the two pink scenery inside, and a section of his legs was exposed in the snow-white futon, thin and white, and he was pitiful. He originally wanted to say that he would go to the pharmacy to buy medicine later, but in the end, the words came out of his mouth and changed to "accompany her to the hospital later." ”

Yuan Anqi didn't sell well when she got cheap, she still looked complaining, leaning on the head of the bed, she said expectantly: "I don't know if I didn't wait for you to come back last night to make trouble, or I was angry by your ......."

She lowered her head, her fingers twisted around the corner of the quilt, and she felt that the soft bed next to her was sinking, and it was Liang Mosheng who sat next to her.

Holding her cold face with both hands, the next second she was caught by two pieces of warm wetness, and the slippery thing poked in and stirred flexibly, more powerful than ever, Yuan Anqi felt a tingling and happy itch all over her body, and began to react a little below.

Liang Mosheng stopped at this time. He let go of his hand and saw a slight pink flush on the corners of Yuan Anqi's eyes, and his eyes were intoxicated. I also wanted to go deeper, but there was a maid outside the house asking questions.

It turned out that breakfast was ready.

A full sleep really made him hungry, Liang Mosheng asked the servant to bring breakfast in, and because the love he had aroused just now was not gone, he personally picked Yuan Anqi up from the bed and put it on the round wooden stool in front of the table.

There were several plates of various dim sum on the table of the mahogany eight immortals, but the closest thing to him was a bowl of steaming wine-stuffed balls. Liang Mosheng didn't care, picked up the spoon and tasted it in small bites. His elegance seems to be innate, and he has been fighting in the front army, and eating a white-flour steamed bun is also elegant.

Yuan Anqi followed elegance, but he was consciously involved in the control, but after many years of practice in Baifu, he could make perfect, and now he has to practice naturally. The same faint aroma of wine, last night because of Liang Mosheng's cruel words, compared with the honey oil at the moment, it has a bit of a rancid taste in her memory.

It was the quiet moment when the smell of wine overflowed that the voice of the servant outside the courtyard sounded again.

"Sixth Young Master, Miss He asked if you were up?"

He is Xiaowan's surname, He Xiaowan.

Liang Mosheng was stunned when he heard this question. In fact, he has been thinking about her since he woke up, until he stood in front of the mirror and wiped the alabaster, and saw that the little girl had not woken up yet, he also thought about finding Xiaowan first. But the world is unpredictable, and after Yuan Anqi woke up, he inexplicably hooked his soul. The servant didn't come to ask, he probably had to eat enough to remember that there was still his white moonlight living in the next room.

In other words, the white moonlight has shone after so many years, and it has dimmed a lot powerlessly, and naturally it is not as good as the bright lotus leaf cover table lamp that he just got next to him. Liang Mosheng hasn't found out yet.

Gently wiped his mouth, Liang Mosheng stood up and owed his body, and asked the door to be opened, with a gust of wind diluting the aroma of wine in the house, Yuan Anqi was dressed in a light silk coat and shivered coldly.

The wind seemed to get into the nose, tickling, Yuan Anqi took the spoon, couldn't help but sneeze, and in the hazy eyes of tears, he saw that under the steps in front of the door, stood a graceful and graceful woman.

The person who came was not good, she blinked her eyes twice in a hurry, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, she saw the woman's figure and appearance clearly, all of them were good, and almost rushed out of her mouth and asked, "Who is she?" ”

Liang Mosheng looked sideways at Yuan Anqi's faint and shocking question, and an eyebrow was unconsciously raised, as if he was also thinking about this question, "She is my ......"

"I'm a classmate of Mosheng."

He Xiaowan, who was closer, replied. She didn't sleep well that night, lying alone on a Western soft bed tossing and turning, pressing the spring under the bed "gurgling". As soon as it was dawn, he began to ask the servant Liang Mosheng if he was awake, and asked until noon.

As soon as she opened the door and saw a little girl with clear eyebrows eating with Liang Mosheng, He Xiaowan was shocked and felt that she was making a fuss again. Who is Liang Mosheng, just catch two people on the dance floor and ask, he is famous as a teenager and the first to be romantic.