Chapter 152 You Don’t Even Look At Me
Yan Meng had the best meal of his life.
Of course, this is what he thinks at the moment.
Later I realized that there is no best taste, only better taste.
I never want to eat the food in the village again!
That meal is for dogs!
No, dogs don't eat it either.
The two ugly dogs in the yard drank the fragrant and delicate porridge today, which was much finer than the cornmeal he brought!
I also ate a steamed bun with fresh vegetables, and the hair on it was fried.
He seemed to have misunderstood something. The master's family was not starving here.
"Madam San, I can do it myself."
After finishing a bowl of rice, Mo Cuiyu was about to add more rice for him, but was stopped by Yan Meng.
The third lady is too capable, she is always busy.
Everyone at the table looked at him.
Mo Cuiyu was also stunned, vaguely remembering whether he had called her that before.
Xie Yurou puffed her cheeks and looked up: "Why did you call me?"
"Miss Cousin, I didn't call you, I called Third Madam."
"I am the Third Lady."
Yan Meng was dumbfounded: "You are the Third Madam, who is she?"
There was a moment of silence.
Mo Cuiyu was suddenly embarrassed.
He lowered his head and explained softly: "I am not from the Huo family..."
"Mom, I was just about to tell you this." Huo Changan said.
He actually wanted to say it when Huo Jianglin was shouting before.
It is indeed embarrassing for Mo Cuiyu to live at home with her identity.
"She has nothing to do with the Huo family anymore. If she lives in our house like this, it will easily cause people to gossip about her."
Just as he finished speaking, someone twisted his leg.
Sang Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at him warningly.
Mo Cuiyu's face turned pale, and Feng'er also carefully put down the things in her hands and looked at everyone at a loss.
Huo Changan sighed and glanced at Sang Ning helplessly. Couldn't he just wait for him to finish?
But in his heart he felt an indescribable hidden joy because of her touch.
He cleared his throat and continued, "What I mean is, if Mother doesn't adopt Sister Mo as her adopted daughter, it will be more legitimate."
"Aha! Yes! I agree! Ha!" Sonning voted immediately.
Then, he secretly patted someone's thigh that had just been twisted.
Bro! I'm sorry!
"I agree too. Cuiyu will be my sister from now on." Li Yuzhi was also happy.
"She is our sister." Xie Yurou said.
Arranged according to age.
The old lady also laughed: "It should have been done long ago. I have always liked Cuiyu and Xiaofeng'er. Now it's great, they really have become my daughter and granddaughter!"
"Then we will call you aunt from now on!" Jintang said.
"Yes, call me Auntie." Jinxiu retorted.
Jintang sighed, his face full of worry: "From now on, after school every day, I will teach you about knowledge for half an hour, so that you won't be laughed at in the future."
"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed.
Then they all looked at Mo Cuiyu.
Mo Cuiyu was stunned, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were misty, and then tears fell silently, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Yan Meng only felt a beating in his heart, and something sour and bitter surged up.
Like a woodcutter on his way in a hurry, he saw a quiet and delicate flower in the mountains trembling in the breeze and light rain.
I couldn't help but want to hold an umbrella over the flower until the rain stopped and the sky cleared.
How can I have such a effeminate mood?
He frowned and turned his head away, not wanting to be affected by something inexplicable.
But there are always some sounds that come into my ears uncontrollably.
"Why, you don't want to acknowledge me as your mother?" The old lady asked with a smile, looking at her with pity.
Mo Cuiyu let out a long sob, stood up and knelt in front of the old lady.
"I recognize... I recognize... Auntie. Cuiyu has been without a mother since she was a child. You are the best elder to me. I have secretly longed for you a long time ago. How wonderful it would be if you were my mother..."
"Good boy, I will be your mother from now on."
"mother--"
…
It's late at night and the air is a little dull.
Sang Ning sighed and climbed onto the kang, still moved by what had just happened.
Mo Cuiyu's life was really full of ups and downs, but fortunately, it's all over now.
I have escaped from the scumbag and found my mother again. I am no longer alone.
"Madam." Huo Changan shouted.
"If you can't call me ma'am, call me sister at least."
Talking nonsense again.
The young man had a dark look in his eyes and was holding something as he got on the kang.
"Mom made you two pairs of panties. I put them in the closet for you."
"Thank you very much."
No thanks at all!
Really, the old lady should have given it to her directly and asked Huo Changan to bring it in.
"You're welcome. Guess what I just saw?"
Watch whatever you like!
Why are you talking so much today?
I don't want to look at him at all. He seems to be indifferent to people's life and death. Looking at him too much will make my kidneys burn.
Sonning turned over and faced away from him.
A hand with distinct joints reached out, holding a cloth book the size of a palm.
The book is open, on the middle page.
Posture: crouching female.
"Madam, the corners of the cloth are curling up. How many times have you checked?"
The voice was filled with a hint of pleasure and a soft, hoarse ambiguity.
Sang Ning shuddered, and his old face turned red.
He snatched the small cloth book away, stood up and glared at the boy.
"What are you rummaging around for? You are not allowed to touch my clothes!"
"Don't be shy. I've seen this before, in many different forms. I just haven't practiced it before."
practice?
He was wearing a newly made white undershirt, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were slightly tilted, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling. When you look at him again, there seemed to be whirlpools in the depths of his eyes, circling around and around, making people dizzy.
He is very different today.
He no longer lowered his eyes to speak, but instead stared at her. Although he didn't make any other movements, he felt more powerful.
Sang Ning's face was flushed, and he lowered his head and put the book under his pillow.
I'm so embarrassed. I'll burn it tomorrow.
"My lady, do I look good?"
“It’s pretty.”
Sang Ning couldn't tell a lie, so he spoke vaguely.
Anyone who is not blind knows that he is handsome. Doesn't saying the opposite mean that he is guilty?
Yawning and trying her best to act nonchalant, she adjusted the bedding and placed a pillow between them.
"Okay, go to bed, it's quite late."
But the pillow was taken away immediately.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not a playboy, and I sleep very soundly. You don't have to be on guard and embarrass me." His voice was so low, as if stuffed with cotton.
"No, I wasn't on guard against you. I was the one who was dishonest!"
When I woke up this morning, one of my legs was around his waist!
"I don't care."
She cares!
"Hurry up, we have to get up early to go to the shop tomorrow."
The air became increasingly oppressive, and Sang Ning felt a little irritable, but he still managed to coax her patiently.
Unbeknownst to him, the tone of his coaxing voice had changed, mixed with a hint of pleading.
"Just say it's beautiful? What's beautiful about it? You don't even look at it."
Sanning: "..."
Something is wrong with Huo Changan today, something is really wrong.
Not very obedient anymore.
It's a bit out of line.
If it were in the past, even if he found that kind of book, he wouldn't say it so bluntly, right?
Could it be that he wants to...
Sang Ning frowned and retreated silently.
I heard the boy suddenly change the direction of the wind again, and said gently: "It's nothing, go to bed!"
Then he turned his back and lay down facing the wall, with the pillow tucked under his arms.
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