Chapter Twenty-Nine: Did She Blame Him?
Mu Yi, who wanted to let Weiqing get out of the way earlier, just buried his head in eating wontons, where did he hear the meaning, but emotionally thought he was ridiculing himself, and raised his eyes and glared at him angrily.
Within two minutes, she snorted and finished eating a bowl of wontons, looked up and wiped her mouth with her hand, "Don't leave yet?" ”
Wei Qing stared at her little face red from the hot ravioli, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the tabletop, and the corners of her lips pursed into a smile, "And the soup." ”
Soup? Mu Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at half a bowl of soup, forcibly endured the anger in his chest, picked up the bowl, and didn't care whether the soup was hot or not, and dried it all in one breath as if he was drinking.
With a "bang", he threw the empty bowl on the table heavily, looked at Wei Qing coldly with an expressionless face, and almost wrote the word "roll" on his face.
That look is cute, and I can see the spring in my eyes.
He got up, shook his robe, and walked away.
Wei Qing walked away, and Mu Yi said to the sixth woman: "Don't be afraid, if he dares to trouble you, go to the Mu Mansion to find me!" ”
"Mu Yatou thinks too much, in fact, ......"
"Oops! I won't tell you about the sixth woman. Mu Yi raised his hand and patted his head, and hurriedly left, "Sixth woman, be careful when you go home, I sneaked out, I have to go back quickly, if my eldest brother knows, I will be punished." ”
Seeing her jumping up and down and walking in a hurry, the sixth woman shook her head with a smile, put away the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and then cleaned up the shop.
Bypassing the first alley, Mu Yan puffed out his cheeks with a mouthful of air, and his numb tongue swept around his mouth, only after finishing eating, he didn't care whether it was hot or not, and when he reacted, his mouth was numb and painful.
As Mu Yi walked, he kicked the small pebbles on the side of the road, and the pebbles hit and rolled in the alley, making a crisp sound of "cripping".
She muttered in her heart, not to mention why the second brother was thinking about it, it would be no good to rush to meet him, she should indeed meet him in the future and walk around!
After walking a distance, she suddenly stopped, thought about it, and didn't know why she was, so she turned around and fell back.
As soon as she reached the mouth of the alley, she saw that the sixth woman had just put the big spoon into the stall and covered the pot with a cloth.
Next to the stall was Wei Qing, who had just left, standing tall.
Hum! She knew that this man didn't have a good heart, but fortunately she turned back, otherwise she might not know how he would bully the sixth woman!
Thinking that Mu Yan rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush out, but looking at the scene in the distance, her raised foot stiffened in the air, and fell back to the same place.
She stood a step away from the light, in the shadows of the night.
Looking at the noble man Wei Qing from afar, he lifted up his robe and tied it on his belt, rolled up his sleeves high, held the handrails of the stall with both hands, and pulled the stall to follow the six women.
He turned his face sideways and didn't know what he was saying to the sixth woman, and he could hear the sixth woman's somewhat muddy and vague laughter from a distance.
His usual stiff features softened their contours at this time, revealing their forearms, like amber light under the moonlight in the thick inky night.
Wei Qing followed behind the six women, Mu Yi followed behind Wei Qing, and just like that, the three of them walked in the quiet streets of Lingcheng.
The cold street lamp stretched the shadows of the three people into long and short dotted lines, and the lanterns on the stall cared for a layer of orange-red warmth to the shadows.
The sixth woman took out the key, opened the lock of the yard, and pushed open the door to let Wei Qing in, "Come and wait for my old wife every day to close the stall and help me pull the car, a person of your status is really not worth it!" ”
Hearing this, Mu Yi was stunned.
He didn't just want to find the stubble of the sixth woman, she blamed him?
The bowl of ravioli just now, he ......
Mu Yi hid at the door, looking at the yard, Wei Qing pulled the stall to the corner and stabilized, and then helped the sixth woman to carry the pot and bucket down.
The tongue curled up in the mouth, and it didn't seem to be numb or painful......
The night breeze swirled in the courtyard, mixed with the mellow voice of Weiqing as wine as it swept past her ears.
"That girl just ......"