Chapter 4708
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If his brother he Fuyun hadn't already got married and had given birth to a son and a daughter, and could spare his knees by his adoptive father, he wouldn't have stayed in Jincheng so comfortably, accompanied by Xiangyi, and looked forward to her growing up day by day
He Fusheng had already lost the slightest sleep. He just waited for the day to light up quickly. It seemed that the night had never been so long.
The next day, it was not easy to see the dawn.
He Fusheng took a carriage to the ink house. The servants in the ink house have long been familiar with the arrival of he Fusheng. It seems that he Fusheng has been regarded as a regular guest of the ink house at any time.
He Fusheng was led all the way into the backyard of Mo mansion. He saw that Mo Chengyue and Mo Siyu were having breakfast, but he didn't see Xiangyi alone.
He Fusheng was invited to take a seat and asked in surprise, "what about Xiangyi?"
"I heard that Xiangyi was drunk last night and probably didn't get up." Mo Siyu looked at the thick account book in he Fusheng's hand: "my mother asked you to help manage the account. You don't have to bring the account book so early."
He Fusheng put the account book on the chair and said with a smile, "if you take the account book earlier, you can also go back to the house earlier to deal with other things."
Mo Siyu turned over the account book: "I heard that Xiangyi has been in charge of accounts for more than a year. Now that I'm back, Xiangyi doesn't have to work so hard. I can share a part..."
Mo Chengyue slowly chewed the food in his mouth, half squinted at he Fusheng, who was uneasy, and asked, "brother Fusheng, what's on your mind?"
"No, No." He Fusheng lowered his head. "What can I worry about, but it's just some business things."
He looked at the door again: "I sent Xiangyi back last night. Xiangyi was very drunk and vomited once on the way. I don't know if he will have a headache after waking up..."
As he spoke, he heard the sound of whispering and footsteps. The servant brought in a bowl of millet porridge to nourish his stomach, and Xiangyi's figure also entered the hall.
Mo Chengyue clearly saw that at the moment when Xiangyi's figure was printed into Fusheng's line of sight, Fusheng's eyes suddenly became bright, like a dusty pearl that burst into dazzling light in an instant.
Xiangyi, as usual, sat between Fusheng and Siyu. She took a spoon to stir the millet porridge in the bowl, looked at the ledger stacked on the chair next to her, smiled at Fusheng and said, "brother Fusheng, why did you come to pay the ledger so early?"
He Fusheng: "
He Fusheng looked at her expression of being able to talk and laugh freely. He had some complaints in his heart. He was a little unhappy. It seemed that his confession last night had no impact on her.
Even that layer of window paper had been pierced. How could it pretend that nothing had happened? It was more painful for him than Mo Xiangyi to refuse him on the spot. He Fusheng was like a lump in his throat. Where could he eat, he put down his dishes and chopsticks, looked at Mo Xiangyi and asked, "can you still have a headache after a hangover?"
Mo Xiangyi shook his head and nodded, "a little."
Seeing that Mo Chengyue and Mo Siyu seemed to be buried in breakfast, he didn't notice here at all. He Fusheng paused. After all, he couldn't help asking, "can you think about what I said to you yesterday?"
Mo Xiangyi: "
Mo Xiangyi blinked and looked at he Fusheng with his clear eyes. "What did brother Fusheng say to me yesterday?"
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If his brother he Fuyun hadn't already got married and had given birth to a son and a daughter, and could spare his knees by his adoptive father, he wouldn't have stayed in Jincheng so comfortably, accompanied by Xiangyi, and looked forward to her growing up day by day
He Fusheng had already lost the slightest sleep. He just waited for the day to light up quickly. It seemed that the night had never been so long.
The next day, it was not easy to see the dawn.
He Fusheng took a carriage to the ink house. The servants in the ink house have long been familiar with the arrival of he Fusheng. It seems that he Fusheng has been regarded as a regular guest of the ink house at any time.
He Fusheng was led all the way into the backyard of Mo mansion. He saw that Mo Chengyue and Mo Siyu were having breakfast, but he didn't see Xiangyi alone.
He Fusheng was invited to take a seat and asked in surprise, "what about Xiangyi?"
"I heard that Xiangyi was drunk last night and probably didn't get up." Mo Siyu looked at the thick account book in he Fusheng's hand: "my mother asked you to help manage the account. You don't have to bring the account book so early."
He Fusheng put the account book on the chair and said with a smile, "if you take the account book earlier, you can also go back to the house earlier to deal with other things."
Mo Siyu turned over the account book: "I heard that Xiangyi has been in charge of accounts for more than a year. Now that I'm back, Xiangyi doesn't have to work so hard. I can share a part..."
Mo Chengyue slowly chewed the food in his mouth, half squinted at he Fusheng, who was uneasy, and asked, "brother Fusheng, what's on your mind?"
"No, No." He Fusheng lowered his head. "What can I worry about, but it's just some business things."
He looked at the door again: "I sent Xiangyi back last night. Xiangyi was very drunk and vomited once on the way. I don't know if he will have a headache after waking up..."
As he spoke, he heard the sound of whispering and footsteps. The servant brought in a bowl of millet porridge to nourish his stomach, and Xiangyi's figure also entered the hall.
Mo Chengyue clearly saw that at the moment when Xiangyi's figure was printed into Fusheng's line of sight, Fusheng's eyes suddenly became bright, like a dusty pearl that burst into dazzling light in an instant.
Xiangyi, as usual, sat between Fusheng and Siyu. She took a spoon to stir the millet porridge in the bowl, looked at the ledger stacked on the chair next to her, smiled at Fusheng and said, "brother Fusheng, why did you come to pay the ledger so early?"
He Fusheng: "
He Fusheng looked at her expression of being able to talk and laugh freely. He had some complaints in his heart. He was a little unhappy. It seemed that his confession last night had no impact on her.
Even that layer of window paper had been pierced. How could it pretend that nothing had happened? It was more painful for him than Mo Xiangyi to refuse him on the spot. He Fusheng was like a lump in his throat. Where could he eat, he put down his dishes and chopsticks, looked at Mo Xiangyi and asked, "can you still have a headache after a hangover?"
Mo Xiangyi shook his head and nodded, "a little."
Seeing that Mo Chengyue and Mo Siyu seemed to be buried in breakfast, he didn't notice here at all. He Fusheng paused. After all, he couldn't help asking, "can you think about what I said to you yesterday?"
Mo Xiangyi: "
Mo Xiangyi blinked and looked at he Fusheng with his clear eyes. "What did brother Fusheng say to me yesterday?"
If his brother he Fuyun hadn't already got married and had given birth to a son and a daughter, and could spare his knees by his adoptive father, he wouldn't have stayed in Jincheng so comfortably, accompanied by Xiangyi, and looked forward to her growing up day by dayHe Fusheng had already lost the slightest sleep. He just waited for the day to light up quickly. It seemed that the night had never been so long.The next day, it was not easy to see the dawn.He Fusheng took a carriage to the ink house. The servants in the ink house have long been familiar with the arrival of he Fusheng. It seems that he Fusheng has been regarded as a regular guest of the ink house at any time.He Fusheng was led all the way into the backyard of Mo mansion. He saw that Mo Chengyue and Mo Siyu were having breakfast, but he didn't see Xiangyi alone.He Fusheng was invited to take a seat and asked in surprise, "what about Xiangyi?""I heard that Xiangyi was drunk last night and probably didn't get up." Mo Siyu looked at the thick account book in he Fusheng's hand: "my mother asked you to help manage the account. You don't have to bring the account book so early."He Fusheng put the account book on the chair and said with a smile, "if you take the account book earlier, you can also go back to the house earlier to deal with other things."Mo Siyu turned over the account book: "I heard that Xiangyi has been in charge of accounts for more than a year. Now that I'm back, Xiangyi doesn't have to work so hard. I can share a part..."Mo Chengyue slowly chewed the food in his mouth, half squinted at he Fusheng, who was uneasy, and asked, "brother Fusheng, what's on your mind?""No, No." He Fusheng lowered his head. "What can I worry about, but it's just some business things."He looked at the door again: "I sent Xiangyi back last night. Xiangyi was very drunk and vomited once on the way. I don't know if he will have a headache after waking up..."As he spoke, he heard the sound of whispering and footsteps. The servant brought in a bowl of millet porridge to nourish his stomach, and Xiangyi's figure also entered the hall.Mo Chengyue clearly saw that at the moment when Xiangyi's figure was printed into Fusheng's line of sight, Fusheng's eyes suddenly became bright, like a dusty pearl that burst into dazzling light in an instant.Xiangyi, as usual, sat between Fusheng and Siyu. She took a spoon to stir the millet porridge in the bowl, looked at the ledger stacked on the chair next to her, smiled at Fusheng and said, "brother Fusheng, why did you come to pay the ledger so early?"He Fusheng: "He Fusheng looked at her expression of being able to talk and laugh freely. He had some complaints in his heart. He was a little unhappy. It seemed that his confession last night had no impact on her.Even that layer of window paper had been pierced. How could it pretend that nothing had happened? It was more painful for him than Mo Xiangyi to refuse him on the spot. He Fusheng was like a lump in his throat. Where could he eat, he put down his dishes and chopsticks, looked at Mo Xiangyi and asked, "can you still have a headache after a hangover?"Mo Xiangyi shook his head and nodded, "a little."Seeing that Mo Chengyue and Mo Siyu seemed to be buried in breakfast, he didn't notice here at all. He Fusheng paused. After all, he couldn't help asking, "can you think about what I said to you yesterday?"Mo Xiangyi: "Mo Xiangyi blinked and looked at he Fusheng with his clear eyes. "What did brother Fusheng say to me yesterday?"
