But she didn't have time to feel sorry for her face, and she couldn't be clearer about her own young lady's temper!

Looking at Mo Yingle, whose face was getting heavier and heavier, Zimo's lips were pale.

She knew that if she didn't say anything more, then she wouldn't have a good time in the future!

A pair of eyes rolled rapidly, and Zimo's fist hidden under his sleeve squeezed more and more, "Naturally, you can't blame the young master for this!" If you want to blame it, blame the eldest lady! ”

Mo Yingle's face crossed with a touch of incomprehension, and she said eagerly, "Make it clear!" ”

Zimo was overjoyed in her heart, there was a play!

Her deep eyes flashed with a hint of history, she cast a sympathetic look at Mo Yingle, and said aggrievedly: "The young master pleaded with you, the lady was originally loosened, but the eldest lady accused you of all kinds of wrongs, and the last young master was red-faced, and even the lady lost his temper together!" ”

That's right, that's all she can do.

Only by causing trouble can she eliminate Mo Yingle's anger and disbelief in her, and then regain Mo Yingle's favor!

"How can this be ......"

Mo Yingle looked depressed, looking at the osmanthus cake on the ground distractedly.

She vaguely remembered that she once said to Mo Yingyin that her favorite sweet was this osmanthus cake.

Mo Yingyin also made a box for her by herself.

Zimo was a little uneasy in her heart, she was afraid that Mo Yingle would suddenly think of the old relationship, so she wouldn't believe what she said.

However, she still overestimated Mo Yingle's kindness and IQ.

In the next second, a black figure pressed towards the top of her head, and then a delicate and small embroidered shoe stepped on the pile of osmanthus cakes.

"Sure enough! And sure enough, it was! ”

Mo Yingle laughed angrily, a pair of glowing eyes staring motionlessly at the debris under his feet.

She said coldly, "I knew that little slut wouldn't let me go like this!" What a simple and kind, she is clearly a vicious woman with a femme fatale heart! ”

After speaking, as if he was in a state of confusion, he grinded his shoes on the pile of osmanthus cakes a few times.

Looking at Mo Yingle, whose expression became more and more hideous, Zimo let out a long breath instead.

Now Mo Yingle's attention is all on the culprit Mo Yingyin, where will she care about this little messenger!

Thinking of this, Zimo's facial expression relaxed a lot.

As long as Mo Yingle doesn't lose her temper with her, she is safe.

Today is just a beating, she can continue to be her first-class maid and enjoy her high-end life!

In the middle of the sound, Mo Yingle seemed to be tired, and sat on top of the blanket with a tired face, and Zimo immediately went over like a dog, "Miss, don't be sad, you still have me!" ”

Mo Yingle's face was gloomy, and he said with some guilt, "Zimo, it's me who is not good, and I was angry with you just now." ”

"It's okay!" A trace of tears flashed in Zimo's eyes, and she said extremely sincerely, "As long as it is for you, Miss, even if I go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, what does it matter if I am a small injury!" ”

Mo Yingle's eyes were red, and she was moved, "Zimo, in the future, you will be my sister who lives and dies together, as long as I have Mo Yingle to eat, I will never let you be wronged!" ”

"Miss!" Zimo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately knelt on the ground, crying with gratitude.

"Don't cry, you go down first." Mo Yingle looked at Zimo with satisfaction, feeling that picking her up from the side of the road when she was a child was really the best decision she had made in her life.

"Miss, I will definitely plead with you more in front of Madame!" Zimo's eyes were full of tears, and she walked towards the door with firm steps.