The Seventh Bride of President

When the wheels of the carriage rolled up, the matchmaker patted her head: "God, I'm really confused. No wonder childe he kept saying that he had a sweetheart, but he never saw him bring his sweetheart out.

Besides Miss Mo Er, which woman has he been so gentle and patient with, let alone the patience of his hands... "

On second thought, the matchmaker smiled happily again. Now, I can receive another matchmaker gift money.

Mo Xiangyi sat in the carriage and looked at he Fusheng, who was still calm on the opposite side. He thought he was angry and comforted: "brother Fusheng, what the matchmaker said really offends you. Don't take it to heart and don't share common knowledge with her, so as not to annoy yourself."

He Fusheng raised his eyes. His dark eyes were as deep as an ancient well. He remembered them with ink and slowly explained: "I'm not angry. I just said those words......"

Mo Xiangyi also said thoughtfully, "I won't care. Brother Fusheng, don't worry. I know you were angry and deliberately said angry words at that time.

You don't want that person to arrange your sweetheart at will, so you make fun of me. I know, and I won't blame you... "

As she spoke, the corners of her lips tilted slightly, her eyes bent into the shape of crescent moon, looking at the simple and beautiful, like a peony swaying in the branches.

Looking at her smiling eyebrows and listening to her understanding explanation, he Fusheng became angry.

He never wanted to go up and hold her face so much as at this moment, so that she wouldn't smile at himself. He was more and more angry and upset.

He Fusheng lifted the curtain of the carriage window, took a look outside, took two deep breaths, calmed his mood, and then put down the curtain and looked directly at Mo Xiangyi's dark eyes as clear as glass, The voice was deep and deep: "Xiangyi, I said some words to you last night, but you forgot what I said to you because you were drunk. I want to say it to you again..."

"Is Miss Mo Er in there? It's Miss Mo Er's carriage." Suddenly, the young man's clear voice came from outside, "Miss Mo, we made an appointment a few days ago to see the young master of the Miao family playing Cuju and horse racing, but it still counts?"

As soon as he heard that he wanted to see people's horse racing and Cuju, Mo Xiangyi quickly lifted the curtain, waved to the young people outside and replied, "go, of course, leave me two places. I have to take a person."

The young man was dressed in red robes and rode on a tall horse. The morning light sprinkled on the young and handsome face. He was born of Yushu Lanzhi.

Hearing that Mo Xiangyi agreed, he immediately laughed and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth: "that's settled. I'll save the best position for Miss Mo..."

The young man has a bright smile, bright eyes and bright teeth. Looking at Mo Xiangyi's eyes, the young man can't hide his shy love.

The existence of Mo Xiangyi and Mo Siyu in Jincheng is simply two extremes.

Mo Siyu was dressed up as a man when he was young. He acted recklessly outside, fighting and causing trouble. He didn't look like a famous family woman. He was bored and despised by the educated family members in Jincheng. Although he didn't do anything harmful, the woman's reputation plummeted. In the end, even the matchmaker didn't want to come to the door to talk about matchmaking.

But Mo Xiangyi is different. At a young age, he is gentle, knowledgeable and reasonable, studies piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, respects elders and loves children. He is extremely beautiful and loved by everyone.