Chaos Of Beauty

In Yizhou North Street, the tall red door of Mofu is closed.

Mofu is not big, only a few acres, there is no subordinate maid, only Caiyunfang husband and wife live together.

Fuzhong, with white walls and gray tiles and red lacquered wooden railings, is simple and simple. At noon, the sun was high, and the warm sunlight shone on the verdant pines and cypresses, and the shadows of the trees on the ground swayed in the wind. Now in late March, spring is full of flowers, flowers are blooming, and the air is full of light fragrance, refreshing, elegant but not luxurious.

Xin Ru, holding the pale Mo Yifeng, walked slowly towards the master bedroom on the winding promenade.

On the way, I took a few turns and ended up in the backyard. Mo Yifeng's bedroom is in the southwest corner of the backyard.

In the backyard, plum blossoms fell, and petals merged into the ground, leaving only bare branches. In the artificial lake, the rocks are rocky, and the small bridge is flowing like a landscape ink painting, which is fascinating.

With a crunch, Xin Ru opened the door and helped Mo Yifeng enter.

The interior is full of wooden utensils. Even the tea cups, teapots and wash basins are made of pear wood, and the carving is simple but elegant. Only a few accessories of his wife Xinru are made of golden jade.

Xin Ru served Mo Yifeng on the bed, lay down well, went to the side of the cabinet, took out the medicine box, and applied medicine to Mo Yifeng. Yun Jiuliu got on his neck and Yu Chen went along.

"Ah ~~ lightly," he yelled in pain. "Okay, I admit that you were a bit heavy just now, and you don't have to rush to retaliate against me so much, anyway, I am your husband." Gently rubbing his neck.

"Retaliation? Am I like that kind of person?" Xin Ru asked frowning, somewhat unhappy.

"Like." Without thinking, he blurted out.

"You!" She gasped, staring at him with wide eyes, and a little more strength in her hand.

"Ah! You said it lightly, why are you trying to come back with strength?" Mo Yifeng was so pained that she shrank to one side.

"You, if you don't have pain, you won't have a long memory. Why do you want to provoke Yun Jiuliu without not knowing his temper. I don't know, what's in your head?" Xin Ru frowned. Counting down on him, looking down to pack the medicine box.

"Can you blame me? It's not that I've been humiliated by many people. When I'm wood, I have no temper," muttered softly.

"It's no wonder others," Xin Ru glanced at Mo Yifeng and said disapprovingly, "If you aren't really incapable, do others have to humiliate you every time."

"What! You! You didn't know me, I ..." Mo Yifeng's cheeks turned red and red. Fortunately, her skin was dark and she couldn't see it! "Okay, I'm so hungry. I'm going to cook. I was so stirred by Yun Jiu Liu that I took a few sips of tea."

"Okay, I see. I'll go now." Xin Ru put the medicine box back to its original position and was going to walk towards the kitchen. After returning again, he asked Mo Yifeng, "Are you going on the fifteenth day?"

"Go, why not, just once a year." She jumped up from the bed, her eyes serious.

"Yes, Keyun Jiuliu will definitely go. What if I have to run into it again? If you didn't have Li Yan today, I really don't know what would happen?" Xin Ru worried.

He arched his feet and sat up, with his hands on his chin, a thoughtful look, and suddenly said, "Tomorrow ... Li Yan will come to order."

"Well, he said he would come." He nodded.

"Oh, it's okay, let's cook, I'm really hungry and hungry." Pretending to look at Xin Ru pitifully, it didn't make a few tears.

"You?" Xin Ru looked at him strangely, knowing that he had a ghost idea in his heart, and he didn't want to ask any more. He pursed his lips and said, "I see." After speaking, he walked towards the kitchen, leaving Mo alone. Yi Feng was alone in the room, and he lay down lazily, squinting to rest.