Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 820 Confession
Ye Xuanji hated herself for being distracted at this moment, and gave him a vicious look: "Then you go away!"

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Back on the carriage again.Boss Duo and Linglong were sleeping soundly on the brocade couch in the carriage, leaning on each other.

Hearing the two people coming in, Boss Do looked up at them quite vigilantly.

With brilliant paws, Linglong pulled Linglong to her side twice.

Only then did he rest his head on his paws again, wagging his tail, as a way of saying hello to the two of them, and fell asleep again.

When Ye Xuanji went out this trip, she finally saw the carriage she was riding in.

The carriage is made of red sandalwood, with gold-lacquered ancient characters and images painted on it.

There are Xuan windows on both sides, hung with finely embroidered light and soft tulle.

The compartment is spacious and gorgeous, covered with brocade soft mattresses.

There is a plum blossom table in the car, Mo Qingcheng casually presses on the plum blossom table, and a drawer pops up.

There are various soft pastries in the drawer.Bring a plate of pastries to her: "Eat something first."

The plate is filled with pastries that I usually like to eat.

Gold silk cake, cloud slice cake...

The tentacles are warm and soft, as if they were just out of the pot...

Ye Xuanji's heart skipped a beat.

Knowing the frigid weather, the reason why the pastry is so warm is naturally that he has just heated it up in advance with internal force.

Seeing considerateness in the subtleties, Ye Xuanji's heart was sweet and at the same time inexplicably sour.

Not being polite to him, he started eating.

Mo Qingcheng sat across from her and watched her eat. Seeing that her food was very sweet, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes.

After taking a few bites, with food in her stomach, Ye Xuanji felt confident.

I wanted to stretch, but when I stretched halfway, I suddenly remembered that there was nothing under my skirt.

The lazy waist gave up halfway, but lowered his head and tugged at his skirt again, coughing: "You can talk."

Mo Qingcheng was pouring tea for her, when he heard this, his fingers paused.

Then she poured it again, and put a cup of hot tea in her palm: "Take a few sips to warm up your body first, and I'll tell you slowly."

(End of this chapter)