Chapter 112: Talking and Warming Your Hands(2/2)
No way!
The two brothers Mou Long and Mou Hu were guessing their master's thoughts, but they said that Jia Silian was in the revolving room, closed the door, and stood there without moving. She heard the sound of rolling wheels outside, and she
He quietly opened the door, went to the courtyard door and looked through the crack in the door. Sure enough, he saw Mou's carriage leaving, and then slowly turned around.
When I returned to the house, I blew out the candles and went to bed. Wulian and Liulian were sleeping in a deep sleep. Occasionally they murmured a few times and laughed out loud. They didn't know what they were doing.
Dream.
Jia Silian stared at the dark room, rubbing the medicine bottle little by little with her fingers on her chest. The smooth porcelain bottle was always warm and moist, just like the man who sincerely warmed people's hearts. But the better he got,
Si Lian felt more and more sad. She took a deep breath and said silently in her heart,
"A good person like Xiao Lin is not worthy of you, not you, not you... you are just good friends, just good brothers..."
She just recited it silently, and the sadness in her heart was gradually suppressed little by little. She didn't know how long it took, but she felt sleepy. She turned over and yawned, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, quietly.
Submerged into the pillow...
When Mou Biao woke up the next day, his mind was in chaos. After drinking the hangover soup brought by Mou Hu, he finally came back to his senses. He slowly remembered that he seemed to have gone to see Jia Silian last night, so Mou Long said,
Chapter completed!