"How could Qin Mo understand that big fool? But Qin Xianglin understands, understands senior sister's complaints and her worries.

In March of the Nanfan, I would get up every night to cover Qin Mo's bastard with quilt countless times.

The bastard suffered from smallpox and served him all day long, and he had to meet the various requirements of the bastard.

Sailing on the sea, she endured the discomfort of seasickness and swallowed secret medicine, but never said she was feeling uncomfortable."

Tears slid from Fang Lun's eyes.

She looked at Qin Mo in a daze.

The sword was half unsheathed, and finally returned to the scabbard weakly.

Qin Mo said: "Even if my senior sister beats me, scolds me, and cares about me, I am happy in my heart, because I know that the hardest thing in this world is sincerity."

Fang Yu turned his head away, "You were wrong. I just wanted to fulfill my master's mission. You should not be so passionate here!"

"Just think I'm self-indulgent!" Qin Mo could not know her right and wrong and arrogant. He put the flower in her palm. "My senior sister is like this lotus, and I am the mud at the bottom of the water. Senior sister is out of the mud without stain, washing in the clear water without being charming, and is the first pure person in the world."

Out of the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being charming?

What a high evaluation.

Qinglian has always been a symbol of high moral character.

It turns out that in his heart, he has such an image!

"Senior sister, if you don't forgive Qin Mo, you will forgive Qin Xianglin, he has also written a poem for you!"

Fang Yu turned his head and saw him looking slightly cursing, so he was still angry, "What poem?"

"If this poem is well written, then my senior sister will forgive me, how about it?"

"I love or not!" Fang Yu snorted.

"Don't be angry, I'll be fine!" Qin Mo said: "This poem is called "Senior Sister on September 8th"!"

Fang Yu looked at him and was also slightly looking forward to what kind of poem this guy could write.

"The bright lotus is auspicious, and it is out of the water.

One stem brings green, and two shadows share the same red.

The faces of the beauty are scattered, and the fragrance is scattered in the wind.

The name lotus can be recited, and the two minds are the same."

Qin Mo smiled and said, "How?"

Fang Yu whispered to read this poem again. When he recited a sentence, his head became lower and the blush on his face became deeper. After reading the last sentence, he didn't dare to read Qin Mo again.

The general meaning of this poem is: one is a lotus and the other is a lotus leaf. They depend on each other, have the same heart and virtue, and will never be separated in this life!

She just felt her heart beating faster and her face was as hot as fire.

"Who told you to write such a shameless poem?" Fang Yu never dreamed that one day, someone would make such quatrains for her.

"What's wrong with writing poetry and discussing the mind?"

The sea breeze blew, and the last ray of afterglow fell into the sea, and the sky and the earth fell into darkness.

But those bright eyes were particularly gentle.

"I forgive you, no, I forgive Qin Xianglin!"

Fang Yu stood up, her clothes were completely dry, and her heart warmed up, "You can help me and Qin Xianglin, since I am convinced, I will let me take care of you for the rest of my life.

It’s not OK to lose one day, one hour, one quarter of an hour, one breath!”

"Ah, this is too cruel!" Qin Mo immediately said with a bitter face: "The court still has Xiumu. Can you give me some private space according to Xiumu?"

"I'm talking to Qin Xianglin, not to you." Fang Yu grabbed his ear, "Don't obedient, this is the end. If you listen to it repeatedly, you'll hang up and beat it until you hear it!"
Chapter completed!