Leng Moxi walked quickly to the soft couch, turned around, and the fiery red wedding dress spun in a perfect arc in the air. "Zuo Protector, let people check the origin of the various masters of the Mo Mansion, especially Mo Ziqian's!"

She was directly caught by her mother, and she knew that she was just the son of the prefect's family, and she was the youngest talent in Yingzhou Mansion.

Yingmei, who heard the order, was stunned, she didn't expect Leng Moxi to call her position in the door at such a time. "Now?"

"Well, right now! Now the people in Mofu are basically in the front yard, you can just go out quietly over the wall! ”

"Yes!" As soon as the windows opened and closed, Yingmei had disappeared into the room!

Leng Moxi glanced at the whole room with disgust, it was really embarrassing for this person in charge, he could find such a dilapidated house in the prefect's mansion.

I don't know how long it took for Mo Ziqian to come back.

"Little aunt!" Mi Mei habitually hugged her fist, and then looked at it, why is there no Xi Po behind her, shouldn't she be unveiled her head?

Mo Ziqian looked weird, but he didn't say anything, just snorted lightly, then found a stool and sat down, drinking water in a sullen voice.

Seeing that his face didn't seem to be happy, and she didn't see him to remove her hijab, and she didn't know what he meant, and finally, she quietly withdrew from the room.

After drinking three glasses of water, Mo Ziqian finally made up his mind and stepped forward to remove his head, but stopped halfway through.

Leng Moxi under the hijab raised his eyebrows, what was he doing? Exercising? Well, the patience she has is, not in a hurry, to see how far he can go.

When I returned to the table, I got another glass of water, and I was just about to drink it, and I felt that I was a little stupid, why didn't I dare to remove the hijab? Are you afraid that she is too ugly? No, he can still remember the wise eyes, thinking about it for a long time, to no avail, forget it, he can't keep letting her wear that hijab, that must not be comfortable!

Just as he was about to put down the cup and uncover it, a voice rang in his ears.

"Little brat! Next time, if you want to be brave, you should drink wine, not water! Leng Moxi thought that she would wait for him to remove her hijab, but she waited for a long time and didn't see any movement, so she couldn't bear it anymore, so she took off her hijab herself, anyway, it wasn't the first time! It's just that how can this face be a little familiar?

"You!" Mo Ziqian was startled, he had habitually buckled a boomerang on his hand, and when he saw the red wedding dress of the person who came, he couldn't help but be stunned, and his expression was relieved, and his hand moved slightly, and the boomerang was nowhere to be found. "Who are you?"

The person in front of him was not the same as he remembered, but these eyes were somewhat familiar. There was a hint of appreciation in her eyes, to the point that there was no obsession with the usual women.

This made Mo Ziqian feel a lot more comfortable.

"I'm Leng Moxi! Yours." Leng Moxi wanted to say that I was your lady, but looking at his appearance that hadn't grown up yet, she couldn't say it again.

Leng Moxi!? It's her? But physiognomy.

Could it be that she was transfigured at that time? But why is it so ugly? Wait a minute! What did she just call him? Child? It's too much! Shouldn't she call him a husband or a husband?

"Lady, shouldn't you call me Xianggong?" Mo Ziqian gritted his teeth and asked.

Messire? Leng Moxi glanced at him with disgust, it looks good, but it's too small! This head is half a cut shorter than himself! If.