Chu Chenyin shook his head and said, "Not fierce, but a bit severe."
She speaks in more colloquial language.
Mu Zhiliu looked at Fu Xingcheng standing outside the window and frowned, "I heard from your second brother that Lord Fu is usually very cruel."
Chu Chenyin followed his gaze and said, "Is there? The Marquis is always very kind to others."
Mu Zhiliu touched his leg again and said to himself, "He is not cruel, but he can break someone's leg."
His voice was so soft that Chu Chenyin didn't hear clearly. He stood up and said, "Brother, your leg injury is almost healed. Don't touch the wound next time, or the stitches will break and need to be sutured again."
Mu Zhiliu nodded obediently.
As he spoke, he asked her about her life over the years.
Ever since he met Chu Chenyin, he would ask her some questions every day, but he never asked them in a deliberate way.
Chu Chenyin didn't object, so he told him some stories about the original owner based on his memory.
He felt distressed every time he heard this, and he began to mutter: "When you go back with your brother, I will ask the chef to cook for you whatever you want to eat, and I will ask the guards at home to buy it for you if you want anything..."
Hearing Chu Chen's voice, I was so moved that I burst into tears.
When she was about to give him a hug, her good brother suddenly stood up and said, "It's a pity, I can't give you anything now..."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and took out a corn cob from his pocket, "This is for you."
This was delivered by Fu Kanghong this morning. It was nothing to Chu Chenyin who already had food, but it was very precious to Mu Zhiliu.
Chu Chenyin did not notice his brother's little thoughts. He took the corn cob and looked at it for a while. Suddenly, he felt that the elegant elder brother in front of him was actually a funny guy.
She was thinking this.
"Chen Yin." Mu Zhiliu turned around and looked at her, "Can people sit on the big bird in your yard?"
This train of thought jumped out too quickly, and Chu Chenyin didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for a moment and replied: "I can sit down, what's the matter?"
"How many people can sit?" he asked.
Chu Chenyin continued to reply: "One person."
"Can only one person sit in it?" Mu Zhiliu continued to ask.
Chu Chenyin nodded.
Mu Zhiliu became depressed again, it would be better if the seat could accommodate two people.
He thought that if the car could seat two people, he would take Fu Canghong and fly into the air, and then Lord Fu would not be able to see what he was delivering.
Chu Chenyin said slowly, "I'll ask Master Yu to work on it a little bit. Maybe it can really seat two people in the future."
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