Since he met Mo'er at the Xu Palace last time and on the second floor of the teahouse, his mind has been filled with her cunning and playful appearance, which can't be removed for a long time.
Xin Mo'er's mind flashed. Why did Nangong Yun follow her? Could it be that this beautiful uncle fell in love with her? Looking at her green apple-like little body, she immediately rejected this thought in her mind.
He secretly glanced at him, his elegant noble temperament and unparalleled peerless appearance were very confusing.
If any woman marrys a man like him, she will have no worries about her life.
However, in order to avoid being too beautiful, Nangong Yun's skin will definitely attract countless excellent women to fly into the flames.
What Xin Moer hates most in her life is to be jealous of others. It’s not that she feels worse than others, but because of her personality.
Moreover, Nangong Yun and his father should be of the same generation. Should they continue to call their father's name? Or should they call them father and father-in-law? This is a headache.
Therefore, she automatically excluded Nangong Yun from the ranks of her husband's candidates.
Nangong Yun was so blocked by Feng Qingcang that he couldn't speak. Seeing Xin Mo'er looking at him with thoughtful look, his slightly dizzy cheeks were stained with layers of smoke and clouds, which was so beautiful.
Feng Qingcang's cold eyes flashed, and the inkstone on the table flew out, and the target was the red ginseng and deer antler soup in Nangong Yun's hand.
Nangong Yun felt a powerful internal force attacking his hand, and suddenly retracted his spiritual sense and shifted his hand to the side. He didn't hit his hand, but the ink inkstone fell directly into it.
It's in the soup.
The soup, which was still radiating a strong medicinal fragrance just now, suddenly turned black. The medicinal fragrance and the strong ink smell were mixed together, which smelled so bad.
Nangong Yun looked at the dark soup with ingredients in the bowl with distress, looked at Feng Qingcang angrily, and then said to Xin Mo'er with great apology, "Mo'er, I'm afraid this soup can't be drunk anymore, only
I can let you down.”
Xin Mo'er brought back the bowl in his hand, walked to the window, threw the soup and bowl out the window, turned around, pouted his red lips, and glared at Feng Qingcang, "Father, how can you waste like this
The fruits of other people’s labor!”
Although she had never enjoyed the love of her parents in her previous life, her only grandmother was very good to her and she did everything properly. Speaking of which, she was always free from her daily life.
In this life, she finally made a bowl of medicine and food for others to eat for the first time, and she was so unpopular.
So, a small heart of glass broke and exploded.
Feng Qingcang was stunned, as if she didn't expect her to get such a big temper, but she still said in a cold tone, "Did I ask you to do it? Did I ask you to do it?"
"Yes, Mo'er is a shameful person, so Mo'er shouldn't have gotten up in the middle of the night to make food for his father. In the future, whether the father marrys a woman or not is the father's business. You are just a bachelor who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one
I will care again!" Xin Mo'er's voice was crying, and tears were circling in her eyes, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Feng Qingcang's hands trembled under her sleeves, but she didn't expect her to be so excited. She changed her strong tone just now, and her tone slowed down a little, and her words were mixed with childish anger, "Since it's about to be the father."
Why give it to him?”
"If you don't eat it, Mo'er doesn't want to waste it to give it to Uncle Nangong!"
"I didn't say I won't eat." Feng Qingcang said rudely. He did not say I won't eat. He just didn't want others to pay for her skills.