Wan Qi'an was almost shopping, and then she remembered what she was out for, but when she remembered it, she realized that she didn't seem to know anything except what her name was and the basic situation of the family!

Oh my God, it's going crazy, it's going to be crazy.

It seems that there is only one way left.

That's it, Wan Qi'an smiled evilly, his mood suddenly improved again, and he went back happily.

It was already late for Wan Qi'an to return to the courtyard, but fortunately, they didn't seem to be resting yet. Wan Qian'an shared food for everyone, and finally asked Liu Shumojiu where he was.

"The master is in the study, is there something wrong with the girl?"

"Well, there's something wrong, please ask Uncle Liu to help inform me."

After a while, Uncle Liu came out and said that Mo Jiu let her in.

Wan Qian'an came to the study and saw the man sitting in front of the bookcase, holding a pen as if he was writing something. At night, he changed into a white dress, only there was a purple gradient from the hem to the knee, if you ignore the powerful aura, he is also a fairy-like person.

Wan Qi'an strode up to his desk, and the oil lamp on the table was also stirred by the wind, twisting back and forth.

The man's words are beautiful, vigorous and powerful, uninhibited, and very similar to him.

"Hmm~hmm~."

Wan Qi'an saw that the man did not raise his head, so he pretended to make a sound to find a sense of existence.

The man remained silent, his eyes down.

As Mo Jiu wrote, an oiled paper bag appeared on the fine rice paper, so that he had to stop his pen and look up at the woman in front of the bookcase.

"This mung bean cake was specially bought for you, it melts in your mouth, delicate and sweet, especially delicious, you can try it."

Wan Qian'an ignored Mo Jiu's murderous eyes, but opened the oiled paper bag, twisted a piece of yellow mung bean cake and brought it to his mouth.

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, obviously because of Wan Qian'an's sudden move, didn't this woman know how to write reserved? But he quickly came to his senses, but he didn't open his mouth, only turned his face slightly.

"Wan Qian'an, what are you going to do?"

Listening to the man's warm and angry tone, Wan Qian'an couldn't understand it, could it be that he had a grudge against mung bean cake? This sudden, what kind of anger.

It was the first time a man had called her by her name.

Wan Qi'an put down the pastry and began to get down to business.

"That, as the saying goes, help people to the end, and send Buddha to the west. It's just that I can ask you to do me a little favor, I'm not separated from my family, but I'm a weak woman and I don't know how to contact them, I think about it and I still think that Mo Gongzi is the most reliable, so I just want to ask you to help me contact my family. Do you think it's okay? Wan Qi'an squatted down, holding the bookcase with both hands, pleading with a pleading face, staring at him pitifully, for fear that Mo Jiu would not agree.

"The deity is idle? Or do you think this little mung bean cake can buy the deity? Besides, the deity doesn't like sweets. ”

It turned out that it was the horse's fart that slapped the horse's leg.

"It's my fault, my fault, next time I'll definitely inquire before I come to give a gift. But I'm not trying to buy you. ”

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows?

"It's naked flattery, I want to hug your thighs."

？！

Mo Jiu looked at Wan Qi'an, who was smiling like a flower in front of him, and stood up suddenly.

"Wan Qi'an, you are so shameless!" This woman can say anything like wanting to hug his thigh.

Wan Qian'an was taken aback, what happened to her? Just flatter him, why is he not ashamed? But when she saw the pink on the tips of the man's ears, she understood most of it in her heart, and the feelings of Mo Jiu were quite innocent, but she really didn't see it.

"You misunderstood Master Mo, I didn't really want to hug your thighs when I said I wanted to hug your thighs, but what I meant when I said that the tree was good for the shade, do you understand?"

A slightly smiling female voice came from behind him, and he felt even more uncomfortable. Feelings: He was "passively" molested by a woman?

"You get out." I couldn't hold back a sentence for a while.

“？”

Is he angry?

"That ......"

Mo Jiu's knife eye shot straight in, Wan Qi'an consciously closed his mouth and stopped talking, and walked out of the door step by step.

"Remember to eat mung bean cake." Mo Jiu was turning around, and he saw Wan Qi'an at the door, receiving his knife eye again, and before he could speak, he ran away. If she doesn't leave, it probably won't end well.

After Wan Qian'an left, Mo Jiu stared at the bag of mung bean cake for a long time, but still stretched out his hand and twisted a piece and put it in his mouth, as she said, it melted in his mouth, but he didn't like the sweetness.

"Huh." Mo Jiu chuckled, when did he become so self-conscious? He only felt that his abnormal behavior was a little funny, and put the remaining half of the mung bean cake back, and then re-laid the paper and ink, and wrote the words of the Wan Qi Ansai Poetry Conference!

Qing Ruo watched all this silently, but there was a thought in his heart, the master looked angry on the surface, but the almost invisible curvature at the corner of his mouth seemed to remind that all this seemed to be different in the dark.

Wan Qian'an's appearance, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.