Seeing each other happily: beautiful men can't be provoked

Chapter 35

"Mr. Mo, I would like to thank you on behalf of my master. If it weren't for you, my master... my master..." Shu He was in the middle of speaking, and he couldn't continue.

"It's nothing." The three simple words really fit Mo Yan's style.

"I have one more thing I want to ask you." Shuhe said hesitantly, but he had already knelt down with a plop.

The one who responded to Shuhe was silent, Shuhe had no choice but to open his mouth and said, "I beg you to persuade my little master not to track down the person who poisoned you..."

Mu Xue hid in the dark and couldn't see Shuhe's expression, but she felt that he was very pitiful just by hearing it.

But what Mu Xue couldn't figure out was that his master was poisoned, shouldn't he help find the murderer?Or... Mu Xue's eyes suddenly brightened, there is only one possibility, that is, Leng Xuan'er's father knows who poisoned him, and he cannot bring it down.

For example - Lin Zhengjun!

Mu Xue intuited such a person, even though she had never seen it before, she seemed to have seen the ferocity and cunning of that person.

"... Mo Yan doesn't know how to persuade people." Mo Yan dropped these words coldly, and walked away. The moment he opened the door and entered the kitchen, he saw Mu Xue standing there like a pillar.

"Tear—" Shuhe gasped, he didn't expect that he would be self-defeating, and more people would know about it.

Mu Xue just took a cool look, didn't say much, just took a piece of polenta and drank it on the spot.

After all, Shuhe is a servant of a rich family, he really doesn't know how to deal with Mu Xue, so he can only look at Mo Yan for help.

Mo Yan frowned invisibly, then regained his composure, turned around coolly, and was about to leave.

"Since you're here, why don't you have something to eat?" Mu Xue invited. From her point of view, this Mo Yan was just a little withdrawn, but he helped her after all.

Mo Yan's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't turn his head back. After a while, he was gone.

Mu Xue shrugged, anyway, she was doing her best, although this attitude towards him was really expected.

"Why are you afraid of finding out about Lin Zhengjun?" Mu Xue said lightly, without going around in circles, her voice was so cold that Shuhe shuddered.

"Miss...you, what are you talking about?" Shu He hoped that Mu Xue could be fooled, but unfortunately, one of his spirits had already betrayed him.

Mu Xue sneered, raised her eyes slightly, the eyes were chilling, Shu He lowered her eyes in panic.

Seeing that Shuhe was about to cry, Mu Xue shook her hand impatiently, signaling that he didn't need to explain. "What about Xuan'er's temper, you can take care of yourself." After Mu Xue finished speaking, she even lost her appetite for porridge, she scooped up another bowl and took it to Leng Xuan'er's room.

Shuhe bit her lip, it seemed that I felt sorry for him, but it's a pity that Mu Xue couldn't appreciate this style.

When Mu Xue was far away, he took out the medicinal materials he had bought, put three bowls of water according to the prescription at the opening of the market, and planned to fry it into one bowl.

While the fire was simmering, Shuhe looked at the little purse with a bitter face. The 20 taels of silver that the little master gave him, minus the money for staying at the hotel tonight, was only enough to buy the medicine for two days. The little master must not fall out with the Leng family. Alright, otherwise the master's body...

Mu Xue left the kitchen, thought about it carefully, and figured out Shuhe's position and thoughts, shaking her head secretly, it's really hard for every family to recite.

"Why are you in a daze, wandering around the door." Leng Xuan'er's crisp voice interrupted Mu Xue's thoughtfulness, and seeing that his father had fallen asleep, he went back to his room.

Mu Xue restrained her emotions with a smile, and entered his room without any trace, hiding all her thoughts. "Drink some corn porridge." After saying that, she pushed the porridge towards Leng Xuan'er.

When Leng Xuan'er saw Mu Xue personally made porridge for herself, her heart suddenly warmed up, but her face was still lukewarm and arrogant. "You put it there, I'm eating it when it's cold."
(End of this chapter)