Yang Muyu thought for a moment and said, "Wait for me. I’ll let Huang Lanyu do some shopping. It’s okay. It’ll be fine soon."
"Uh-huh … MuYu …" Moist and pathetic.
"What is it?" Yang Muyu asked.
"Don’t go and talk with me, I’m afraid …" The watery and weak business came from the bathroom with irresistible charm.
Yang Muyu nodded with a soft heart. "Don’t worry, I’ll stay here and talk with you." While speaking, he was busy turning around and walking to the desk, and then he wrote something on the paper and called Huang Lanyu to ask him to buy these things.
Huang Lanyu took the stationery and immediately blindsided him … to buy women’s products? Does he actually have a special hobby?
"What are you looking at?" Yang Muyu looked at him with strange eyes and growled, "Why don’t the girls in there wait?"
"Ah?" Huang Lanyu didn’t remember him until he stayed. Today, there is another girl here. It’s only natural for her to use this thing. The thought of Yang Muyu’s horrible spirit-locked soul suddenly changed his face, and he dared not say anything more and rushed out.
For a moment, Huang Lanyu has brought a big bag of things in, and Yang Muyu took it and looked at it. Before he could say anything, Huang Lanyu had already gone out with a face of embarrassment without him driving people away.
After all, it’s unbearable for a big man to buy women’s products, let alone a proud man like Huang Lanyu, but he is subject to Yang Muyu, and he can’t help shivering at the thought of the cruel torture last night.
"watery!" Yang Muyu threw the bag of things into the bathroom, took a pen and wrote on the paper how to use it, and also threw it in. At the same time, he told him, "Come out quickly. You have been in the bathroom for a long time."
"Oh … I see …" Moist and holding that bag of things, I don’t know why a strange feeling suddenly rose in my heart. "Thank you, Muyu!"
"Nothing, you hurry out." Yang Muyu smiled and shook his head and turned around, still leaning on the low couch beside him. After such a noisy day, it was already dark. Huang Lanyu carefully came in and lit the lamp all over the house. It was still a little cold in the morning and evening in the spring. He pulled the mink blanket next to him and covered it in his body. He couldn’t help but feel worried when he thought that his father was still missing, and he thought of the mysterious Mr. Mo.
I think there should be hatred between Mr. Mo and his father, and I don’t know how his old man’s house is now. Will Mr. Mo embarrass him?
I don’t think so. At least Mr. Mo treated him well, and he also said that he would take him to see his father when he came back from Qianhe Island.
But why did he arrest his father?
"Son, dinner is ready!" Huang Lanyu carefully reported with a smile.
"Oh, good … let’s have dinner together after a while." Yang Muyu casually replied. While speaking, I only listened to the secret door of the bathroom ringing, moist and dressed, and bowed their heads and came out.
Huang Lanyu be well-advised back out and Yang Muyu suddenly feel shine at the moment, a green skirt will set off the watery like a green wizard, with one share of aura all over his body.
"Mu Yu’s skirt looks good!" Moist and red, I don’t know if it’s shyness or other reasons. It looks like a cage with a blush under the light, which is really attractive.
Yang Muyu couldn’t help looking at her skirt up and down. It was really beautiful. The tapestry fabric with lotus leaf-shaped sleeves was embroidered with gold thread on each layer of lace. The lotus leaf-shaped gold thread was also adorned with round pearls with little fingers in the middle. The pearls gave off a soft luster between actions, which set off her smooth and fair skin, which was even more tender and abnormal. A black head spread to make the original young girl more charming.
"I wish you liked it!" Yang Muyu looked at her for a moment and turned away gently.
Moist and dull, I don’t know why he suddenly became so cold to himself that he was busy floating to his side to dress up as her face and asked eagerly, "Mu Yu, are you angry?" I … have brought you a lot … a lot of trouble? "
Yang Muyu shook her head and pushed her hand away without a trace. "How could you bring me trouble without you?" Let’s go out for dinner. In the evening, you can practice the first style of Xuanji Liuxia Dance, and I will teach you the second style tomorrow. "
"Oh?" Moist and promised a loss in my heart.
Yang Muyu, however, has stood up and walked out for a while. He still said, "Be careful not to eat cold food these two days, and it will happen again every month … every time it will last for three to five days."
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Chapter 8 The poorest martial arts sect (1)
Moist and busy, she followed behind Yang Muyu and asked in a low voice, "You mean … every month?" Is there a life here? Bleeding every month? Won’t she die of blood loss soon? But why does Yang Muyu speak as if it were normal? Does it really happen to every girl? Boys don’t know if this is the case.
"That’s right!" Yang Muyu light way.
"Mu Yu, are you angry …?" Moist and put aside the doubts in her heart. Although she really wants to know the shyness of the girl, it is difficult for her to speak. Forget it. Let’s ask her mother-in-law in a few days. Besides, Yang Muyu seems to be very unhappy now. Is he angry with her? Because of this, the water is no longer entangled in its own problems, as long as it can’t die, it’s no big deal. She wants to know why he is angry. Is she giving him trouble?
"no!" Yang Muyu shook his head. When has he ever been angry?
"You are obviously angry!" Moist and quick grabbed in front of him, stopped him, carefully took out the ingot of gold he had just given him from his waist pocket and handed it to him. "Are you heartbroken about gold?"
Where did Yang Muyu say this in distress situation?
"Mu Yu!" Moist and low head saw that he didn’t pick up the gold, and she was reluctant to give him a pocket.
"What are you going to say?" It’s not a thing that Yang Muyu held his temper and stood stuck in front of the door.
"Muyu, our Tianya Haige is very poor … I only have a skirt, so I didn’t want this gold just now because I was bad …" Moist said that it took him a long time to get up the courage to say, "Will you give me this skirt?"
Yang Muyu was almost stunned by her anger, and then she thought about herself. If it weren’t for her, the geek presented the starfish soul with rich family resources, where would she be qualified to show off? But if you think about yourself again, even if you are not good enough, you can at least show people a disease and cheat a few taels of silver, which is much better than her. She may have never touched silver, and she naturally likes money more than ordinary people.
It is understandable that girls like beautiful skirts and decorations.
So he said with a smile, "It’s really stupid. This dress will naturally be yours if you wear it. You can also keep this gold. You can buy something you like in the future, but don’t be better than Mrs. Sang, lest she confiscate your small vault."
"You … you … mean you gave me this skirt?" Moist and can’t believe my ears. Such a beautiful and expensive skirt was given to her?
"Of course!" Yang Muyu nodded. "If you like me, there are still a few here to wait for the next one and send to you."
"Ah … really?" Moist eyes immediately came up with countless little stars and hugged Yang Muyu with a smile. "I knew you were a good man …"
Yang Muyu sighed a good man … Maybe he is not necessarily. Touching the watery and half-dry head, he smiled and said, "Go to dinner. I’ll send you some hair clips later."
"oh? ！” Moist and ran out with a whoop of joy.
As early as in the outer wing, Huang Lanyu had set the dining tables on a round table. Seeing Yang Muyu coming out, he was busy pulling open a chair for him and asked him to sit down. The watery action quickly sat in the chair and looked at a table of good food with starry eyes and almost drooled.
Looking at her, Yang Muyu couldn’t help but smile and nod: "You can eat whatever you like at will."
"Childe, do you want to drink some wine?" Huang Lanyu asked with a smile.
"wine?" Yang Muyu shook his head. The taste of getting Mr. Mo drunk last time was unpleasant. He immediately said, "I don’t drink!" "
Huang Lanyu was busy serving him a meal. After yesterday’s inhuman torture, today he let the hateful rabbit toss all day. Today, Huang Lanyu is simply a standard slave, standing slightly behind Yang Muyu, carefully pondering his master’s mind for fear that he might accidentally offend his master.
Yang Muyu ate two mouthfuls of rice and began to stare at the watery girl curiously … How many days have you been hungry? Or is it that Mrs. Sang abused the girl and acted like a hungry ghost? A plate of braised trout left fishbone in a moment … Then she was busy attacking other dishes.
Yang Muyu frowned and looked up at Huang Lanyu, hoping that he was well informed and could give him an explanation. But Huang Lanyu was equally surprised and opened his mouth.
"My god, is this girl a hungry ghost reborn?" Yang Muyu slandered in his heart.