wealthy daughter-in-law

"Sister Zhong," Mo Jia called to stop Sister Zhong who was walking past the door.

Sister Zhong came over, "Master, what do you want?"

Mo Jia frowned slightly, "Did you see the illusion?"

"Huanhuan? Isn't she always in the young master's study?"

The crease between the eyebrows gradually deepened.

"never mind."

Mo Jia passed her and walked out of the gate, his dark eyes swept around, and there was a cold and sullen look in the bottom of his eyes.

That woman dared to disappear for a whole afternoon!

In the huge garden, Huan Huan lay on the grass, raised one arm to block his eyes, and his whole body was shrouded in rose-colored sunlight.

Zi Yin's words kept echoing in her ears, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them, it was of no avail.

That was the sister she loved since she was a child...

Her mother died of dystocia because of giving birth to her, and her father also passed away when she was very young. Her only relatives are her uncle's family.

She... doesn't want to be hated by Zi Yin.

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded above his head, "Why are you hiding here and crying alone?"

Huan Huan was startled, squinted her eyes, saw a blurry outline through the mist, she sat up, turned her body and tilted her head to look at him.

The other party was a very handsome young man, with jagged short hair, neat and capable, a face like jade, with deep and distinct features, as if they had been finely carved, with a three-dimensional sense of a Westerner.His eyes were very clear, with a smile brewing at the bottom of them, as if he could see through her thoughts at a glance.The curve of the corner of the mouth is so natural and vivid, it should be so chic for him.

He put his hands in his pockets, and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt casually, revealing a healthy complexion, showing a bit of unruliness.

Standing in the setting sun, his figure was stretched out, obviously looking down from a high place, but he didn't have the slightest sense of distance from being high above.

Extraordinarily charming.

Even though it was the first time we met, his tone seemed to be greeting an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Huanhuan packed up her lost mood, stood up, patted the grass on her skirt, looked up at him, "Who are you?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Are you the new maid of the Mo Family?"

Huanhuan nodded honestly.

"No wonder." He just nodded with a smile, but did not explain further, his gentle eyes fell on her red eyes, he walked a few steps closer, stared into her eyes, and asked softly, "Tell me, why are you crying? "

His gaze made Huan Huan embarrassed for a while, she hurriedly looked away, and wiped away the tears on her face, "Why am I crying? I'm sorry, I should go back to work."

Before he could answer, Huanhuan hurried out of the garden.

As soon as she was out of the garden arch, she ran into a wall of flesh head-on, and she was knocked back a few steps, but the other side didn't move a muscle.

"Where have you been?" The cool magnetic voice already represented the master's displeasure.

Huan Huan rubbed his nose, raised his red eyes, "I'll come out to get some air."

She replied confidently, Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, noticed her eyes, and frowned again, "What happened?"

Huan Huan concealed his face away, "It's okay..."

Mo Jia took a step forward, pinched her chin unceremoniously, and forced her to raise her head, saying, "Say."