Chapter 113: Visit

"Miss, the son of Moxian is here." The little girl with Moxian who recognized the way took on her body and spit out her tongue and said playfully. "Miss has been so many guests lately."
Bai Yan frowned, what did Moxian do? Doesn't she remember when their relationship was so good? Ignoring Xiaoya's strange tone of yin and yang, Baima trimmed the branches with a pair of scissors, and his face was indifferent whether he came or not.
The little girl stomped her feet and smiled at Mo Xian, "Mr. Mo, the way, slaves brought here."
Mo smiled slightly, "It's working."
The little girl shyly shuffled her cheek with a silk scarf and walked away lightly.
Moxian unfolded the folding fan and glanced at Bai Ye, but couldn't help but look at it a few more times. He always felt that Bai Ye's name was good, lady, and graceful. At this moment, his head was bowed down, and his eyelashes were dangling into a row of feather fans, just like the slightly shameful crickets in the wind. It doesn't need to be modified and is already beautiful.
Mo Xi coughed a little, and then withdrew his thoughts, "I'm taking the liberty to visit, and I hope that White Girl will not be surprised."
But Bai Ye didn't give him half face, and he didn't lift his head. His eyes condensed on the potted plant in front of her. White onion fingers trimmed the potted plant. The trimmed leaves fell off the table. She was rich. I repeated it patiently again and again, not letting go of every detail. When I heard Mo Xun's words, I just said indifferently, "I said that I was bothering to bother you, but every time I was bothering to bother you."
When Mo Yanquan didn't hear the thorns in her words, she folded a gardenia flower with dew beside the pavilion, and smiled and put it in Bai's ear. "The gardener is with you."
Bai Yan shook the Gardenia flower calmly. He looked up and wondered whether it was disdain or something. He sneered, "Why fold flowers?"
"Flowers are worthy to be folded, and you have to wait until there are no flowers to break the branches. This girl should understand this." Mo Xian still had a smile on her face, she could not feel the alienation and hostility of Bai Zhi, and she fanned her. The action is brisk.
Bai Yan gently placed the flower on the table, and said softly to the flower, "The flower is a good flower, it is a good flower, but it is not a good person. Pity."
Moxian deliberately pretended to be sad. "This girl's words are really sad. Why am I not a good person?"
Bai Yan disdain to say anything more with him, she did not believe that Mo Shi would be bored with her to explore some of these, put the repaired potted plant, took another pot and carefully trim it.
"White girl is so elegant, do some elegant things, but can't it be too boring to trim this thing? Why is the girl so serious?" Mo Xian began to be indifferent to the conversation, and cut around the couple The things in the pot are criticized, and the scriptures are cited between the words, which are very novel and interesting. They are also mixed with a lot of classic legends and love stories. I didn't lift it once, and I changed a potted plant to cut it, obviously ignoring Moxian completely.
Moxian talked dry and dry. As a result, the parties did not take themselves as a thing at all. Even if his temper was good, Moxian was a little angry at the moment. After drinking the little girl's tea, he calmed down slightly. After a moment of anger, his tone of humor finally disappeared, and he asked with a black face, "Are you busy?"
Bai Ye still didn't look up, just stretched a lazy waist, looked at the trimmed potted plant from beginning to end, and nodded with satisfaction, holding the potted plant and humming the minor, put the potted plant back, and took it again A new pot came over to trim.
Moxian has never been ignored so thoroughly, he repeated the urge to smash it several times before, "Baiyu, listen to me, OK."
Bai Yan's hands kept moving, but he finally replied coolly, "Are you going to finish? I'll hurry up after I've finished speaking, noisy, and you will be noisy in good mood."
Moxian's chest was undulating, and there was a suffocation here. When did his temper change so well? Does Bai Yan want to die? Does she not know how cruel she is?
Forget it, the saints say that only women and villains are difficult to raise. Gentlemen should have the heart to accept a lot of rivers, isn't it just to endure a little girl, he is a gentleman!
He shook the folding fan. The folding fan trembled slightly because of too much force. The blue tendons on his hand protruded and the joints turned white. "White shit. Have you forgotten our relationship?" He bite the last few The words, his eyes seemed to swallow the white magpie.
Bai Yan naturally did not fear this kind of look, anyway, there are too many people who want to die, Moxian is not the first, and definitely not the last. But relationship.
Moxian even emphasized the relationship between her and her? Who does he think he is? Who does he consider her to be?
She sneered and gave a few words of charity, "Mixian, don't you think this is too ridiculous? We, as for us, do you think there can be any relationship between us?" After that, she I felt too ridiculous, so I shook my head and continued to trim the pot.
"Oh, what you said is completely cut off." Moxian couldn't help sneering, closed the folding fan with a slam, and pinched Bai's chin fiercely, forcing her to look up and look at herself, The squinting eyes were full of wind and rain, "Baiyu, did you not recognize your identity, eh?"
Bai Yan unhurriedly took out the handkerchief in her arms, and used a force of brute force to open Mo Xian's hand. She rubbed her chin vigorously, throwing the handkerchief gently, tone It was softer than the sound of a handkerchief that fell on his floor. "I know it myself and don't need your reminder."
"Ziqin!" Just as Bai Yan was carrying a cut pot of new potted plants, Mo Xian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly called the name. The back of Bai Yan apparently stiffened, and then laid down the pot plant casually, I took a pot that had already been repaired and continued to repair it.
The name was obviously the only word that could make her look slightly different. Ink thinly hooked his lips and paced behind Bai Yi, "You can't find Ziqin's residence."
Obviously it should be in a doubtful tone, but he spoke it in the same tone as the facts.
Bai Ye still ignored and said nothing. As if the name of this matter, to her, it was no different from a lot of nonsense just spoken by Mo Xi.
However, Mo Xian knew that Ziqin was different. At least she was slightly moved, but this was enough.