The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

"What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing the woman's pale and sickly face, Xiao Ruiyuan frowned, and unconsciously asked words of concern, with deep worry flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Uh, no, it's nothing!" Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to hide the strange feeling in his heart: "Master Xiao came here in person, what's the matter?"

Xiao Ruiyuan looked at her without saying a word, but his expression became more and more cold.

We haven't seen each other for nearly two months. The woman in front of me seems to be seriously ill. Her originally petite body looks thinner, her palm-sized face is thinner, and her eyes are getting bigger, but she has lost her original beauty. With such a confident look, there is a deep sadness hidden between his eyebrows.

What on earth could have tortured her like this! What's hateful is that when facing him, she chose to be perfunctory and didn't want to tell him the truth at all.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ruiyuan clenched his fists, and the breath around him became cold again.

At this time, he subconsciously ignored the fact that they were not even friends. How could the girl's family's worries be easily expressed?

The gaze above her head was so sharp that Mo Yan couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to. She buried her head tightly and pretended to be quail. She didn't understand what made him unhappy, but what was the inexplicable guilty feeling in her heart? ?

Fortunately, everyone in the family was busy with their own affairs and there was no one else in the hall, otherwise the atmosphere would be as weird as it was.

Xiao Ruiyuan looked at Mo Yan coldly. Seeing that she didn't even want to raise her head, she clearly didn't want to see him, and her condensed expression became a little cracked.

Because of the environment in which he grew up, he had already developed the habit of being overjoyed, but facing this woman he cared about, a deep helplessness flashed through his heart, and he felt helpless with nowhere to start.

Feeling the colder and colder aura coming from the other party, Mo Yan's heart almost collapsed. It was really frustrating to deal with an uncertain person!

But there was no way to continue the stalemate. Mo Yan mustered up the courage to raise his head and looked at someone who was constantly releasing a strong aura. He stuttered unsatisfactorily: "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, please sit down. I'll go and give him a seat." Make some tea!"

After saying that, regardless of Xiao Ruiyuan's reaction, Mo Yan rushed into the kitchen almost as fast as he could escape.

Xiao Ruiyuan looked at someone who was running away, and his expression was dull for a moment. He subconsciously touched his face. Could it be that he looked too scary?

Looking at the teapot that was bubbling on the stove, Mo Yan slapped her face in annoyance. She was obviously at home, but she was frightened into the kitchen by a guest. She couldn't be too embarrassed!

In the hall, Xiao Ruiyuan found a chair and sat down, staring at the door leading to the kitchen for a moment. Just when he felt that time was too slow and he felt a little anxious in his heart, something seemed to be scratching him. foot.

As soon as he lowered his head, Xiao Ruiyuan saw a fluffy, round little fat cat lying on his feet, oh no, a little tiger cub!

As soon as the little fur ball came in, it found that there was a stranger here. It rushed up without thinking and started tearing and scratching, trying to drive this person out.

Xiao Ruiyuan stretched out two fingers and pinched the soft flesh on the little hairball's neck with interest.

As soon as the little furball's short legs left the ground, he waved wildly and roared menacingly at Xiao Ruiyuan. But it is still in its infancy, and the sound does not pose any threat at all. It only feels cute to the ear.

Xiao Ruiyuan saw it interestingly, and couldn't help but stretched out his other hand to pinch its furry ears. Hearing the little guy's screams became more and more cheerful, he laughed happily, and a low voice escaped from his lips, like It is the most mellow aged wine.