"Qingruo, you're trying to scare me to death."

As soon as she opened the door, Qing Ruo suddenly burst out. Wan Qian'an patted her chest, she was really frightened every day.

"It's because I didn't think about it and disturbed the girl, so don't blame the girl." Qingruo looked at Wan Qian'an, whose hair was slightly messy and her dress was wrinkled, with some apologies in her eyes, realizing her teasing, she hurriedly lowered her eyes. It was he who was reckless.

"What are you doing guarding my door early in the morning, but seventeen?"

"Oh, Seventeen is fine, although I had a fever last night, I have wiped myself with spirits as the girl instructed, and now I am fine. Also, it was the master who asked me to send clothes to the girl, and the girl has worked hard these days, and the kitchen has already boiled hot water, and the girl can take it at any time. ”

Hearing Wan Qian'an's words, Qing Ruo remembered his intention and handed the package in his hand forward.

"Thank you, master, for me." Wan Ji'an took the package and went to the kitchen to find water.

After taking a bath, Wan Qian'an opened the package that Qingruo brought, and as soon as he opened it, a bright red came into view.

Wan Qian'an picked it up and looked at it, and his eyes changed instantly.

It turned out to be a big red belly pocket, and it also showed off the mandarin ducks.

Unexpectedly, this ink prince looks cold as frost, but he is actually a sullen man.

Frivolous, too frivolous.

How can anyone give a woman a belly pocket, and a mandarin duck? Isn't this too "thoughtful"?

Wan Qi'an threw the belly pocket on the table, washed and dried his belly pocket and wore it inside, and then changed into the dress he brought.

At this moment, Mo Jiu was drinking tea in the house, and suddenly he sneezed, and the tea was sprinkled on his robe. Mo Jiu frowned, and then ordered Qing Ruo to change his clothes.

As soon as Mo Jiu, who had just finished changing his clothes, came out, he saw Wan Qian'an wearing a goose yellow dress, standing at the door and glaring at him with an angry face.

Mo Jiu changed into a purple gradient shirt, and he walked with grace. He walked unhurriedly to the table and sat down before letting his subordinates let her in.

"I don't see it, Mo Gongzi is still quite thoughtful."

"The deity does things, natural and thoughtful, it seems that the clothes fit very well."

Wan Qian'an looked at the handsome man in front of him, looking proud and arrogant, and he was so angry.

"Yes, I was so thoughtful that I helped the little girl even prepare her belly pocket."

Wan Qian'an said, slapped the belly pocket in his sleeve on the table, and looked at Mo Jiu hatefully.

Mo Jiu's originally leisurely expression became a little unnatural when his eyes glanced at the red and gorgeous belly pocket on the table, his eyes quickly moved away, and the tips of his ears quietly climbed up to the red glow. And Qing Ruo, who hadn't had time to go out, and the expressions of the people at the door also became unnatural, tiptoeing to slip away, but they were stopped by their own masters.

"What's going on?"

"The owner of the shop asked his subordinates what clothes they wanted to buy, but the woman's subordinates didn't understand the clothes, so he asked the boss to look at it himself, but he didn't expect it to ......"

Qing Ruo's voice became smaller and smaller in the end, her face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, her head was getting lower and lower, and she didn't dare to look at the two people in front of her.

The red and glamorous belly pocket was very spicy on the table, Mo Jiu never thought that Wan Ji'an would be so bold, and it was really a little embarrassing to take out this kind of secret thing. He had just boasted of answering her, which made him even more idiot.

Hearing Qingruo's explanation, she became a little angry, sat down, poured a cup of tea and drank it all, this atmosphere was a bit weird.

"Since that's the case, then I won't blame you for the time being, but if you have a long snack, you can buy something for the girl in the future, but don't send this belly pocket again, otherwise the girl will scold you for being frivolous, so you can't get a daughter-in-law, but not everyone is as easy to talk as me, do you hear?"

"Qingruo knows, Miss Xie has a lot."

Wan Qian'an glanced at the man who was pretending to drink tea opposite, grabbed his belly pocket and left, leaving only a room of men, embarrassed.

Mo Jiu slowly moved to the celadon teacup that Wan Qian'an had used just now, and couldn't help but think in his heart: This woman is not reserved and dignified at all.

Qingruo, on the other hand, thought that his master was going to go crazy, so he hurriedly stepped forward and took the cup.

"The subordinates will change it immediately."

"Just wash it."

！

There were not many words in this sentence, but Qingruo's expression was a little ghostly. Although his master is not so clean that it is outrageous, he will not use what others have used, and this set of tea sets was picked up by him when he went to the city this morning.

He doesn't understand.