The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he closed the black blackout curtains in the room, and the room suddenly became dark.

Mu Changying curled up into a ball, her face flushed like a ripe peach, watery and red.

"Ayuan...you...what do you want to do..."

She swallowed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes sparkling, her whole body weak and helpless.

"Yingbao...don't leave me..."

Rong Moyuan gently rubbed her little face with his big hands, and the darkness in his eyes became darker and darker.

She can only stay by his side and never think about escaping for the rest of her life.

"Ayuan...I'm here, I'm always by your side."

The uneasy look in the man's eyes made her heart tremble, as if she had been stabbed hard by a sharp arrow.

The uneasiness in Rong Moyuan's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by lingering tenderness.

He sighed, "Yingbao, you can't go back on what you said personally."

He could give up everything, but he couldn't bear the pain of losing her.

"Okay, I will never regret it~"

Mu Changying had a slight smile on her lips and stared at his face wholeheartedly.

…

The sunset gradually dissipated, and darkness enveloped the city. The bright moonlight spread across the earth, and the majestic mansion became quiet.

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The next day, the sleeping girl opened her eyes tiredly.

Mu Changying's body was limp, and all the energy in her body seemed to have been sucked out.

She smacked her lips and let out a sweet moan, "Huh... go back on your word."

It was clearly promised that she would take the lead, but later A Yuan went back on her word and regained the power.

After washing herself, she weakly put on clothes that could cover the traces and went downstairs.

"Yingbao..."

Rong Liyuan put down the report in his hand, stood up and wanted to hold her on his lap while he sat eating.

"Ayuan, I'm too heavy, I don't need you to hold me."

Mu Changying's pupils shrank, she quickly avoided his contact, and sat obediently on the chair opposite.

It's easy to get into trouble early in the morning, so it's better to have less contact. Her body is too weak.

Rong Suyuan filled a bowl of the soup highly recommended by Butler Sun and placed it in front of her. "I know the weight of Yingbao very well. It's not heavy at all."

Mu Changying knew what this meant, and her little face turned red, like cooked shrimps, alluring and delicious.

She lowered her head, picked up the spoon and drank the soup in a muffled voice. As soon as she took a mouthful, her face turned extremely ugly.

"This soup doesn't taste good at all."

She put down the spoon, blinked her big eyes filled with mist, and sniffed pitifully.

"Butler, take this soup away."

Rong Moyuan's hand holding the wooden chopsticks suddenly tightened, almost breaking it.

The people in the kitchen are really becoming less and less good at doing things. How dare they serve defective products that don’t taste good?

"This this……"

Butler Sun's body stiffened and he looked at the soup on the table with tears in his eyes.

This soup contains a lot of precious Chinese medicine and has been simmering in the kitchen for a long time, but there was no chance to use it last night.

I used it today, but it was removed after just one sip, and all the hard work in preparation was wasted.

Butler Sun looked at the second master with a sullen expression, wailed in his heart, then respectfully stepped forward and left.

"The chef in the kitchen is too irresponsible..." He didn't even adjust the taste well.

What a misstep, the little master's arrival was delayed again. He must urge the chef to season the food before serving it next time.

[Steward Sun: It’s really hard for me...]