Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 459 Local tyrant, don't explain
"Mo Qianxie, is this your fox den?"

Entering a garden in the valley, Mo Xiaowan was even more amazed at the prestige of this manor.

The pavement of people's homes is not jade, but amethyst.

Earlier, when Mo Qianxie said he would give her a cart full of amethysts, she thought he was bragging, no matter how rich he was, how could he get a cart full of amethysts?

Even if you search the entire palace, you can't find a basket!

As soon as the sun shines, a faint purple light blooms on the path inlaid with amethyst stones. Stepping on it is like walking in a beautiful fairy tale world.

Please forgive Mo Xiaowan for being an ordinary person, the hairpin that Xuanyuan Xing gave her was disturbed by Uncle Xuanyuan, and it has always been a problem of her heart.

She turned her head and looked at Mo Qianxie with aggrieved expression.

"what happened?"

Mo Qianxie lovingly walked up to her and stroked her head.

There are genuine amethyst stones under the feet, and Mo Qianxie actually used them to step on them, shouldn't they be placed on the head? "

Simply, it's too violent!

Mo Xiaowan opened his eyes wide: "Can I pick some stones and take them away?"

"no!"

The corners of Mo Qianxie's lips parted, and when Mo Xiaowan looked disappointed, he showed a warm smile: "Picking stones will hurt your hands, if you like it, brother, I will give you this garden."

Tuhao, your words are so touching!

"Forget it, it's still my own home to send it back and forth."

If you were wearing the paper white skirts of the fairies just now, stepped on the amethyst path, and held an umbrella, then the peach blossom petals would float down with the wind.

My God!
How beautiful that is!

No camera, no mobile phone, really hard.

There have been such low-key and luxurious things as amethyst stone paving, and it is not unusual for Mo Xiaowan to see priceless ornaments when entering the house.

After ten beauties in fluttering white clothes brought the fragrant lunch to the jade table, Mo Xiaowan realized how exquisite Mo Qianxie's food was.

The dozens of dishes on the table are like works of art.

Even more sophisticated than a modern master chef.

Meat and fish can still be made into purple sauce, and Mo Xiaowan can't do it with chopsticks.

She was dumbfounded: "Mo Qianxie, do you eat like this every day?"

"Ok!"

Mo Qianxie responded, and put a piece of crystal clear meat into her bowl.

The sliced ​​meat was sliced ​​as thin as a cicada's wing, covered with sauce and some green bits, it was simply a handicraft.

Always something to eat.

No matter how beautiful it is, it can be eaten.

Mo Xiaowan stuffed it into his mouth and whimpered, the taste was really good.

No wonder Mo Qianxie can roast pigeons so deliciously?

Mo Xiaowan was puzzled: "You eat these every day, so on the day of my mother's death, you still snatch pastries from me?"

"Because it's eating with you."

Mo Qianxie picked up some dishes with chopsticks for her, and looked at her with a smile: "No matter how unpalatable something is, it will be delicious if eaten with you."

If Mo Qianxie dared to say that Yun Gu's cakes were unpalatable before coming to the manor, Mo Xiaowan would have smashed him to death with his fist.

But now, facing a table of exquisite dishes, it is too delicious.

She really couldn't get up the fighting spirit to fix Mo Qianxie, so she simply turned her grief and anger into appetite, and started to work hard.

Because he was too full, Mo Xiaowan was talking about riding a horse, so he had to put it aside temporarily.

Mo Qianxie told Fairy One: "Go and help Miss make some tea for digestion."

"Hold on."

Mo Xiaowan raised his hand: "I want tea, but I also need a skirt, the kind you wear, fairy, after I drink the Xiaoshi tea, I can ride in white clothes while riding a horse."

Meeting Mo Qianxie's strange eyes, Mo Xiaowan said, "No explanation!"

(End of this chapter)