The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 498 People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles

Looking at his hands, Jun Moli quickly searched all the possibilities in his mind.

However, before she got along well, there was a "knock knock" knock on the door.

"who is it?"

Quickly withdrew his hand, Jun Moli looked at the door vigilantly.

"Miss Jun, are you up, shall we have breakfast together?"

Zhuo Hao's voice came in through the crack of the door, making Jun Moli slightly relieved.

But when she thought of the thin and long nails on her fingertips, she frowned slightly and her face sank slightly.

"I just woke up, you wait for me for a while, I will pack up and come."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the yard."

After the words fell, there was a sound of footsteps outside the room.

The sound of footsteps passed one by one, until the sound disappeared completely, then Jun Moli stood up like a hurricane, picked up the scissors in front of the dressing table, and cut off those thin and long nails one by one.

Seeing that his hands were back to normal, Jun Moli breathed a sigh of relief. After tidying up a bit, he opened the door and went out.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Jun Moli saw Zhuo Hao standing in the yard at a glance.

He was wearing a water-blue auspicious cloud robe, his black hair was tied high behind his head, his back was straight, and he stood with his hands behind his back. From a distance, he looked elegant and noble.

Sure enough, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. Zhuo Hao has perfectly interpreted this classic old saying.

"Let's go."

Hearing Jun Moli's voice from behind, Zhuo Hao turned around slowly and looked at her with a smile.

Quietly waiting for Jun Moli to walk in front of him, he turned around like a hurricane and walked ahead to lead the way.

"Miss Jun must have been exhausted yesterday. When I came back next night, I found that the lights in your room had been turned off."

"Ah."

Jun Moli responded lightly and didn't say much.

Last night, the owner of Zhuojiazhuang trapped her in the next room and let her hear the conversation between their grandparent and grandson, she felt that it was unnecessary for Zhuo Hao to know.

After walking behind Zhuo Hao for a long time, they passed through the corridor and then walked into the corridor.

The further they walked, the more Jun Moli found that this road was very familiar, like the direction to the main house.

"Zhuo Hao, where should we go for dinner now?"

"Of course it's in the front hall. Except for the servants, everyone in our family has to eat in the front hall."

After saying that, Jun Moli frowned slightly, it seemed that she had to meet the Patriarch of Zhuojiazhuang again today.

Coming to the front hall, as soon as Jun Moli stepped through the threshold, he saw the owner of Zhuojiazhuang and Zhuo Ming sitting at the round wooden dining table.

Seeing them coming in, Zhuo Ming gave them a displeased look, as if he was very dissatisfied with their arrival.

But the Patriarch of Zhuojiazhuang who was sitting opposite him slightly raised the corners of his mouth, smiled kindly, and raised his hand to pat the seat beside him: "Hao'er, come and sit."

"Grandfather, you never let me sit by your side, how could you let him alone..."

Thinking of the three slaps yesterday, Zhuo Hao swallowed the word "outsider" abruptly.

The old man glanced at him displeasedly, then looked away, and looked at Jun Moli beside Zhuo Hao with a smile: "Girl, please sit down with me."

It seemed that he did not expect the old man to become more enthusiastic than yesterday, Zhuo Hao was slightly taken aback, a little uncomfortable.

After all, before he left Zhuojiazhuang, every time he ate, he sat in the corner alone, like an outsider.

(End of this chapter)