"Well, don't disturb her, let her sleep for a while." Mo Qianxun said with his back to her.
"Yes." Yun'er's delicate eyes flashed with surprise.
The uncle's back view and the aura with which he just spoke, don't look anything like a farmer at all?
He is like a king who makes people surrender inexplicably.
Mo Qianxun turned around at this moment and said with a simple smile: "Yun'er, thank you for your hard work. Let's go eat. I've been hungry for a long time after a busy day."
Yun'er nodded, lowered her head and followed his footsteps.
Did you feel wrong just now? Why do you feel different now than you did just now?
If he is hiding, then he is too powerful.
Suddenly, as if she thought of something, Yun'er's steps became a little messy.
Is it because of that that I drive myself away?
However, no one would know such a secret thing.
Yun'er clasped her hands together, and no one noticed that one of her hands had grasped her other hand tightly.
The meal ended with everyone having various thoughts.
After dinner, Mo Qianxun went to Poor Lao Liu's room and sat there for a while.
Then returned to the room.
The bathtub filled with cooled water is still there in the room.
The ground is a little wet.
He shook his head, it seemed that there was no need to lay the floor tonight.
He looked up at the bed and saw that the fire he had just suppressed came up again.
Bai Weiwei was still sleeping soundly in bed.
His snow-white arms stretched out of the quilt, folded the quilt into a ball, and turned over from time to time.