Controlling the time-travelling girl: the lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 122 Relying on "Acquaintances" 3
"You get up first, you get up first..." Di Shuoan wanted to help Mo Wuci up, but since Mo Wuci couldn't get up by himself, he couldn't help it.

"Woo, woo~~~" Mo Wuci cried louder and louder, and the people who were eating around all cast their eyes in confusion.

"Okay, I promise you." Under pressure, Di Shuo'an made a choice that he had no choice but to make.

"Thank you prince, Xiao Wu will never forget the great kindness of the prince." Mo Wuci stood up happily.

The gods treated her so badly, and they still didn't forget to give her a little bit of sweetness. When she came to Qingyun country, she could meet the prince of Qingyun country. This was great news for her.

It is very difficult to enter the palace, and it is estimated that it is also very difficult to find out about Duan Yixuan, because he is the little prince of the Moran Kingdom and must be kept strictly confidential.

Being able to follow Di Shuo'an, no matter what you do will become very easy.

"You!" Di Shuoan couldn't help but tapped Mo Wuci's nose.

"Prince..." Qi Hai looked at Di Shuoan in disbelief, what happened to him?
"Let's go." Di Shuoan knew what Qi Hai wanted to say, but he chose to ignore it.

He felt very good about Mowuci, and his intuition told him that Mowuci would not harm him, but would use him, but he couldn't let her go.

"What's your name?" Di Shuoan realized at this moment that he didn't know Mo Wuci's name yet.

If they only met once, there is no need to know her name. Now that Mowuci is going to settle in his place, he has the right to know her name.Di Shuoan told himself this in his heart, which was also a high-sounding excuse.

"Prince, this servant is called Xiaomei." Mo Wuci did not tell Di Shuoan his true identity.

No, it can have the same surname as Mo, or it can be nothing. Just assume that her appearance will disappear with her disappearance.

"Little Mo? Her surname seems to be Mo too." Di Shuo'an murmured to himself, calling Mo Wuci's new name.

"I'm sorry, Prince, it's not that Mo, it's that there is no word." In case Di Shuoan didn't know which word it was, Mo Wuci dipped his hands in some tea and wrote that word on the table.

(End of this chapter)