Chapter 4717
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He Fusheng wrote a letter to Xiangyi because of his impulse and recklessness that day. He wanted to see her again. In the letter, he deeply reviewed his frivolous Meng Lang, but Xiangyi never responded
This is unprecedented.
He Fusheng thought that he probably really frightened her and made her impression of herself fall to the bottom of the valley suddenly.
A person who is respected as an elder has such a dirty mind about himself. This is probably what she thinks at the moment.
He Fusheng felt that he was finished and locked himself in his study. He didn't go out again for several days. All those who came to visit him declined, saying that he was ill and needed rest.
He is indeed ill. After all, heart disease is also a disease, and heart disease needs heart medicine.
The boy sent the letter to Mo's house and handed it to Mo Xiangyi. When he was about to leave, he was stopped, "my young master asked you to go there."
The young man was brought to Mo Chengyue. Mo Chengyue was reviewing the documents without raising his head. He asked: "what are you doing recently, childe he? He used to want to run to my mo house 800 times a day. Now he can't even go to the door. He has no time to talk with my family. He also used letters instead of contacts. Why?"
The young man is not old, but his majesty is like heaven, and the forced people dare not look directly at him.
The young man bowed his head and said honestly, "my childe has been ill recently and has been resting in the house. He hasn't been out of the house these days."
"Oh, so sick?" Mo Chengyue raised his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and smiled again: "is he really ill or fake? Have you seen a doctor? Siyu's medical skills are good, and I didn't hear the girl mention it?"
The young man thought carefully and said, "my childe said that the disease comes and goes quickly. The doctor can't cure it and there is no rule of law. After all, heart disease still needs heart medicine."
Mo Chengyue couldn't help raising his lips. His face was narrow-minded. He looked at the boy with a funny look and said with a smile: "you're smart and much more interesting than your master."
The young man was praised, and his awe suddenly decreased. He said respectfully: "my young master taught well, and the young ones were just influenced by me."
He also respected his master: "our young master is very funny and humorous in front of outsiders, but he is clumsy in front of Miss Mo Er. He has to think about where to put his hand thousands of times, for fear that Miss Mo Er will have a bad impression of himself..."
Mo Chengyue couldn't help laughing: "it's worthy of being with brother Fusheng. It's very clever..."
The little fellow did not dare to take up his work. He continued: "the slave is stupid, just telling the truth. My son heard that Miss Mo two would send something to Miss Hu. He borrowed the hand of Miss Mo two and bought all the things that Hu girl might lack.
Even Miss Hu praised Miss Mo Er's comprehensiveness, but she didn't know these things, but my childe bought them for Miss Mo Er. If Miss Mo Er may lack them, my childe has prepared them all... "
"All right, all right." Mo Chengyue interrupted the boy.
He knew the meaning of Xiaosi's words. He not only explained the reason why he Fusheng gave Hu Yueru those things, but also told him he Fusheng's good memory of Mo Xiang over the years.
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He Fusheng wrote a letter to Xiangyi because of his impulse and recklessness that day. He wanted to see her again. In the letter, he deeply reviewed his frivolous Meng Lang, but Xiangyi never responded
This is unprecedented.
He Fusheng thought that he probably really frightened her and made her impression of herself fall to the bottom of the valley suddenly.
A person who is respected as an elder has such a dirty mind about himself. This is probably what she thinks at the moment.
He Fusheng felt that he was finished and locked himself in his study. He didn't go out again for several days. All those who came to visit him declined, saying that he was ill and needed rest.
He is indeed ill. After all, heart disease is also a disease, and heart disease needs heart medicine.
The boy sent the letter to Mo's house and handed it to Mo Xiangyi. When he was about to leave, he was stopped, "my young master asked you to go there."
The young man was brought to Mo Chengyue. Mo Chengyue was reviewing the documents without raising his head. He asked: "what are you doing recently, childe he? He used to want to run to my mo house 800 times a day. Now he can't even go to the door. He has no time to talk with my family. He also used letters instead of contacts. Why?"
The young man is not old, but his majesty is like heaven, and the forced people dare not look directly at him.
The young man bowed his head and said honestly, "my childe has been ill recently and has been resting in the house. He hasn't been out of the house these days."
"Oh, so sick?" Mo Chengyue raised his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and smiled again: "is he really ill or fake? Have you seen a doctor? Siyu's medical skills are good, and I didn't hear the girl mention it?"
The young man thought carefully and said, "my childe said that the disease comes and goes quickly. The doctor can't cure it and there is no rule of law. After all, heart disease still needs heart medicine."
Mo Chengyue couldn't help raising his lips. His face was narrow-minded. He looked at the boy with a funny look and said with a smile: "you're smart and much more interesting than your master."
The young man was praised, and his awe suddenly decreased. He said respectfully: "my young master taught well, and the young ones were just influenced by me."
He also respected his master: "our young master is very funny and humorous in front of outsiders, but he is clumsy in front of Miss Mo Er. He has to think about where to put his hand thousands of times, for fear that Miss Mo Er will have a bad impression of himself..."
Mo Chengyue couldn't help laughing: "it's worthy of being with brother Fusheng. It's very clever..."
The little fellow did not dare to take up his work. He continued: "the slave is stupid, just telling the truth. My son heard that Miss Mo two would send something to Miss Hu. He borrowed the hand of Miss Mo two and bought all the things that Hu girl might lack.
Even Miss Hu praised Miss Mo Er's comprehensiveness, but she didn't know these things, but my childe bought them for Miss Mo Er. If Miss Mo Er may lack them, my childe has prepared them all... "
"All right, all right." Mo Chengyue interrupted the boy.
He knew the meaning of Xiaosi's words. He not only explained the reason why he Fusheng gave Hu Yueru those things, but also told him he Fusheng's good memory of Mo Xiang over the years.
He Fusheng wrote a letter to Xiangyi because of his impulse and recklessness that day. He wanted to see her again. In the letter, he deeply reviewed his frivolous Meng Lang, but Xiangyi never respondedThis is unprecedented.He Fusheng thought that he probably really frightened her and made her impression of herself fall to the bottom of the valley suddenly.A person who is respected as an elder has such a dirty mind about himself. This is probably what she thinks at the moment.He Fusheng felt that he was finished and locked himself in his study. He didn't go out again for several days. All those who came to visit him declined, saying that he was ill and needed rest.He is indeed ill. After all, heart disease is also a disease, and heart disease needs heart medicine.The boy sent the letter to Mo's house and handed it to Mo Xiangyi. When he was about to leave, he was stopped, "my young master asked you to go there."The young man was brought to Mo Chengyue. Mo Chengyue was reviewing the documents without raising his head. He asked: "what are you doing recently, childe he? He used to want to run to my mo house 800 times a day. Now he can't even go to the door. He has no time to talk with my family. He also used letters instead of contacts. Why?"The young man is not old, but his majesty is like heaven, and the forced people dare not look directly at him.The young man bowed his head and said honestly, "my childe has been ill recently and has been resting in the house. He hasn't been out of the house these days.""Oh, so sick?" Mo Chengyue raised his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and smiled again: "is he really ill or fake? Have you seen a doctor? Siyu's medical skills are good, and I didn't hear the girl mention it?"The young man thought carefully and said, "my childe said that the disease comes and goes quickly. The doctor can't cure it and there is no rule of law. After all, heart disease still needs heart medicine."Mo Chengyue couldn't help raising his lips. His face was narrow-minded. He looked at the boy with a funny look and said with a smile: "you're smart and much more interesting than your master."The young man was praised, and his awe suddenly decreased. He said respectfully: "my young master taught well, and the young ones were just influenced by me."He also respected his master: "our young master is very funny and humorous in front of outsiders, but he is clumsy in front of Miss Mo Er. He has to think about where to put his hand thousands of times, for fear that Miss Mo Er will have a bad impression of himself..."Mo Chengyue couldn't help laughing: "it's worthy of being with brother Fusheng. It's very clever..."The little fellow did not dare to take up his work. He continued: "the slave is stupid, just telling the truth. My son heard that Miss Mo two would send something to Miss Hu. He borrowed the hand of Miss Mo two and bought all the things that Hu girl might lack.Even Miss Hu praised Miss Mo Er's comprehensiveness, but she didn't know these things, but my childe bought them for Miss Mo Er. If Miss Mo Er may lack them, my childe has prepared them all... ""All right, all right." Mo Chengyue interrupted the boy.He knew the meaning of Xiaosi's words. He not only explained the reason why he Fusheng gave Hu Yueru those things, but also told him he Fusheng's good memory of Mo Xiang over the years.
