The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

If this time and space woman hadn't been conservative, she would only glance at her furtively when she met her on the street, and she would have chased her home long ago.

Realizing that his daughter was distracted, Mo Qingze tapped her head gently with the pen and said funnyly: "Momo can also be distracted, what are you thinking about, girl?"

Mo Yan stuck out her tongue, flattered her and said, "How can my daughter have any evil intentions? Isn't it because her father is too handsome and she feels proud, so she was distracted for a moment!"

Mo Qingze didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gave his daughter a slap in the face: "Even dad dares to tease her, the older she gets, the more unruly she becomes!"

Mo Yan covered her forehead, pretending to be aggrieved and said: "My daughter is telling the truth. When dad is walking on the street, aren't there any girls or wives secretly watching you?"

When Mo Qingze heard this, he said helplessly: "No matter how good-looking you are, it's just a superficial appearance. You will get old one day. You can't judge people by appearance, let alone pay too much attention to your appearance and ignore your inner self-cultivation."

Mo Yan nodded heavily, she agreed with this. However, most people in the world are vulgar and like to understand a person's inner meaning through their beautiful skin.

Mo Qingze didn't believe it, glanced at her and asked, "When you fell in love with that boy, didn't you first fall in love with his appearance?"

Mo Yan smiled, then raised her little hand and said seriously: "Dad, this really doesn't exist!"

There was no point in arguing about this topic, and Mo Qingze didn't bother to answer the conversation. He picked up the pen and continued writing the invitation. When he finished writing, he said leisurely: "If you want to see that boy next time, just tell dad directly. As long as you don't meet in private, dad won't stop him. Come on, stop talking about Zhen'er."

After Mo Yan's little trick was exposed, her pink face turned completely red. She dropped the ink stick in her hand and ran away quickly, covering her face. She could still tolerate being teased by her friends or sisters shamelessly, but she was exposed by her biological father, but she really had no shame in staying any longer.

Seeing his daughter running away, Mo Qingze shook his head and chuckled. He lowered his head and clearly wrote the words "Xiao Ruiyuan" on the red invitation...

On March 22nd, Mo's orchard was in full bloom with white apple blossoms, pink peach blossoms, purple grape blossoms... Countless little bees were buzzing and flying in the forest, busy. Collecting nectar; colorful large butterflies also came to join in the fun and danced among the trees; from time to time, the sound of hens crowing could be heard in the forest, and five native dogs that grew into large dogs were wandering around the orchard warily with their tongues sticking out. From time to time, he would lower his head and sniff on the ground, to be wary of unknown species sneaking in and eating the chickens and eggs in the orchard.

Overlooking the entire orchard, you can see thousands of flowers blooming in spring, and the subtle fragrance fills your sleeves. It is really beautiful.

At the highest point of the orchard, more than a dozen people gathered lively, admiring the beautiful spring scenery. Several wild beasts pounced on each other and started fighting, causing the bees collecting nectar to fly back and forth for fear of harming them.

"Haha, this place is great. At this time every year from now on, we will come here to get together and relax." Mr. Liu likes this kind of leisurely life in the fields the most. This time, he even took a day off and brought his wife and daughter here. of.

Han Zhiyun agreed: "This is a good idea. You can't see such natural beauty in the city. No matter how bright and precious the flowers in the flower house are, they are not as elegant and pleasant as here."

Mo Qingze said with a smile: "You can come here. When these fruits mature in autumn, it will be great to pick them with your own hands and try them!"

"That's good. My niece missed it last year, so she must come this year!" Liu Tinglan replied quickly, as if the pink and cute little flowers in front of her had turned into sweet fruits.