It's coquetry, isn't it?

I'm a little over 18 meters old. I'm dressed in leather clothes and jeans. I'm a god of men. I'm a little suckling dog. I can't cope with it.

Mofflin changed?

wait! wife?!

I took a cold breath. I was shocked. I went abroad for more than a month and solved all the important things in my life?

Mofflin saw my doubts and quickly explained, "stop your imagination, it's not like that."

"Why not? You'll marry me sooner or later. You'll still be my wife." Zuo Xicheng does not give up the argument.

"Shut up." Mo Feilin cold rolled a white eye, "is not to sleep a night, one. Night. Do you understand the feeling, can't play?"

Zuo Xicheng expression more aggrieved, "so wife, you don't want to be responsible for me?"

Mofflin is angry with an eye knife.

I couldn't help laughing. Who could have thought that the eloquent miss of the Mo family could not speak.

"I think you'd better soothe the child's injured heart first, and then have a good talk." I'm probably what bad friends say.

Mofflin breathed helplessly, "you go back first. I'll take care of it here."

The habit of watching the crowd has never been left to the people around you. At this time, it's good to be only responsible for retiring after success.

After patting her on the arm to calm her down, I got back in the car and left first.

The car drove to the door, subconsciously looked in the rear-view mirror, Zuo Xicheng has been trying to get close to Mo Feilin, but she dodged, one repeatedly defeated, one did not give the opportunity.

To be honest, although Mo Feilin is much bigger than Zuo Xicheng, because of the proper maintenance, the two people stand together, but also a little bit of talent and beauty, a back and forth entanglement, the scene even has a sweet taste of love.

Subconsciously, she pursed her lips and showed a smile. It would be nice if mofflin could be loved so warmly all the time.

……

Arriving in Jiangcheng, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and after more than an hour on the road, I finally returned to my old house.

After Mr. Fu died, only two or three servants were left to guard the house. After a long knock on the door, Yang Shu, who had been waiting on him before, heard the news and opened the door to let us in.

"Young lady, you don't say hello in advance when you come back, so that I can send someone to pick you up at the airport. Now the room hasn't been cleaned up. I'm afraid I'll hurt you tonight." Uncle Yang said as he told the servants to go upstairs and clean, "go quickly, take out a new set of bedding and replace it for the young lady."

I called out to stop him, "don't bother, uncle Yang. Fu Shenyan doesn't come back often recently. I'll just sleep in his room."

"This..." Uncle Yang hesitated.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Every time the young master comes back, he always stays in the master's and his wife's room. They have been dead for many years. There are no sheets and bedding in the room. It's not suitable for you to sleep in it." Yang Shudao.

"So... Well, it's up to you."

"Well, good."

Uncle Yang soon arranged the room. Miller lives in the downstairs living room, the closest to the hall, which is convenient for care.

After the shower, everyone went to sleep.

With memory, he found Fu Shenyan's parents' room with ease. The door was unlocked and opened with a light press.

Turn on the light and the room lights up instantly.

Everything is still familiar with the layout, even with so many years of curtains, but also according to the original pattern for a new.

After walking around the room, I didn't see anything unusual, but there was a single sofa in front of the French window. It should be Fu Shenyan who usually came in to sit.

Approached to see clearly, the balcony of the French window, a photo frame upside down on the ground, broken glass on the ground.