Chopping and selling firewood, Mo Yan pretended to be a wealthy man and bought all his firewood.
Su Xun naturally wanted to help Mo Yan deliver it to his door.
When he was sent to the door, Mo Yan had a stiff expression and said he would leave Su Xun to eat.
"No need." Su Xun was also a little unhappy. He was not missing a bite.
Why are these rich people so hypocritical?
If you don't want to give up the meal, just be polite. You want to save face.
It's so despising.
Li Muge held his forehead. Even if Mo Yan was like this, Su Xun probably wouldn't be able to eat the food either. It would be nice if he didn't think it was the Hongmen Banquet.
Su Xun turned to leave.
Mo Yan grabbed Su Xun.
Su Xun's eyes showed doubts. He tugged a few times but did not pull his arm out: "Sir, what's going on?"
"Stay and eat." Mo Yan said this as if he was squeezing it out from between his teeth. Damn it, if it weren't for Li Muge's mission to him.
No matter what, Su Xun must be allowed to eat at the house.
He insisted that Su Xun go to hell to have a meal with the King of Hell.
The same goes for Su Xun, a pretty boy who asks for a meal and puts on a show.
"No need, young master, I'm not hungry." Su Xun was simply confused.
"No, you have to be hungry." Mo Yan didn't care whether Su Xun was hungry or not, if he didn't complete what Mu Ge asked him to do.
Muge will definitely get angry by then.
Thinking of Li Muge's angry appearance, Mo Yan pulled Su Xun tighter, almost forcing Su Xun to go in to eat.
Su Xun held the door frame tightly: "No, I'm not hungry."
In his heart, he was thinking, it's over, could it be that he encountered someone who abducted and trafficked good women and men in broad daylight?
At this moment, Su Xun felt extremely regretful. If he had known better, he should not have been greedy for Mo Yan to buy his own firewood and send it to him.
He should work harder on his own, since he can always sell out until dark anyway.
"Have a meal."
"If you don't eat, you're not hungry."
"No, you are hungry, eat."
"Let me go, I won't eat, help, they're abducting good women and men!"
"It's unreasonable. Someone, please help me!"
Su Xun was so frightened that he howled at the top of his lungs.
It's not his fault, Mo Yan's face turned black, and he still insisted on dragging him into the house for dinner.
What kind of food can I eat? Can I eat a decapitated meal?
Even wearing coarse linen clothes could not hide Su Xun's nobleness. Every move he made was full of coquettishness.
But Mo Yan, who is as gentle as jade and an immortal, is as hard to approach as a flower on a high mountain.
The two of them were fighting at the door.
Not long after, a lot of people gathered at the door to watch the fun, and Li Muge patted his forehead.
"Why is this good-for-nothing Mo Yan so under-suffering and ready to be ruined?"
Li Muge stepped forward: "Su Xun, Su Xun, don't argue with him. My husband is mentally ill."
"Who do you think is sick?" Mo Yan immediately became furious, but suddenly thought of Li Muge calling him husband, and immediately became as obedient as a kitten.
"My wife is right, indeed... indeed, there is something wrong with me."
Su Xun: "......"
Lu Shui's mouth twitched. It seemed that people who fall in love are fools. This sentence is basically correct.
Su Xun looked suspicious: "Who are you? How come you know my name? Oh, I understand."
"What do you understand?" Li Muge asked puzzledly.
Su Xun immediately shouted subconsciously: "Help, this is a gang crime!"
Li Muge: "......"
"No, you misunderstood, Mr. Su, your name has made you sell a lot of firewood on the street these days."
"I just learned your name, and you may not know that my husband has a disease."
Su Xun still wanted to leave: "It's none of my business if he is sick. Is it possible that he will die?"
"Yes." Li Muge nodded and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve: "My husband has been like this since he was a child. He is hospitable. He insists on having dinner with everyone who delivers goods to his house."
"If that person refuses, I'm afraid my husband will die." Li Muge cried sadly.
Without even a wink from Li Muge, Mo Yan immediately fell to the ground, cooperating tacitly, his limbs twitching, and he was about to die.
Su Xun gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll eat it. Isn't it okay if I eat it?"
Anyway, with so many people watching, these people probably wouldn't dare to take any chances with him.
After entering the house, Li Muge quickly asked Lv Shui to hide, so as not to let Su Xun find out.
Otherwise, it will definitely arouse Su Xun's suspicion even more.
He pulled Mo Yan aside and told her, "It's up to you, Mo Yan. This thing must be done beautifully. This girl, Lv Shui, is not bad. If Su Xun and her can get married, it will be a perfect match."
"No, Mu Ge, you don't even know that as soon as I saw Su Xun's face, my eyes turned black with anger, but you still want to flatter him."
"impossible."
Mo Yan was so angry that his heart ached. Seeing this, Li Muge stood on tiptoes and kissed Mo Yan on the cheek unexpectedly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore!" Li Muge curled her lips.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Mo Yan froze, then immediately turned around and looked at Su Xun as if he could smile.
"Brother Su Xun, don't be restrained, just treat it as your own home."
Mo Yan also specially pulled the stool and set the dishes and chopsticks for Su Xun. He laughed so much that Su Xun's scalp went numb.
Su Xun thought carefully about his choice of words, "Madam, your husband's illness seems a bit serious. If you want to see a doctor, don't delay."
For some reason, Su Xun couldn't feel any dislike for this woman named Jimo.
I just feel that she is pitiful. She is married to a husband and her brain is not very good.
While eating, Mo Yan had a gentle look on his face: "Brother Su Xun, do you want something spicy? Come and eat a chicken drumstick. You have been working hard chopping firewood."
"It's not hard, thank you, young master." Su Xuncheng was frightened, fearing that if he said something wrong, Mo Yan would fall down again.
"Hey, dear brother, if you don't want to go out, just call me Brother Mo,"
Halfway through eating, Fusang suddenly started running, dragging Lv Shui tightly, and met Li Muge's eyes.
For a moment, the hall fell into silence.
"Are you...?" Su Xun felt that these two people looked familiar.
Fusang held the umbrella: "Master Su Xun, thank you last time. I'm here to return the umbrella."
Everyone: “…”
Lu Shui was so angry that he almost fainted. He lowered his voice and almost gritted his teeth: "Fusang, you are so shameless! This is obviously the umbrella I lent to Mr. Su Xun."
Fusang looked indifferent: "Does it matter who it is? You have to understand that Su Xun lent me the umbrella."
Su Xun is not a fool.
It was immediately clear that this was something strange.
With no other choice, singer Li Mu quietly approached Mo Yan's waist and squeezed it hard.
Mo Yan's face suddenly turned pale and twisted.
His wife is really ruthless.
"Let's be honest, Su Xiandi, in fact, all of this is just a game."
"They are all designed for brother." Mo Yan slapped the table and stood up.
Su Xun looked ugly: "Oh, really? Then Brother Mo, I want to know what is your purpose of doing this?"