The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

Chapter 44

Chapter 44 (1)

    The day before the Qixi Festival, Mo Cang rarely rested.

    He got up early, put on a new black brocade robe, stepped on a brand new pair of black riding boots, combed his hair carefully, put on a newly ordered good-quality hosta, and carefully tied the green little purse to the At his waist, he rarely looked in the mirror before he went out satisfied.

    Mo Cang carried a hosta of the same style as his head in his arms, with Mo Shiyi and the guards carrying large and small bags of gifts, full of anticipation and joy, facing the rising sun, stepping on In the early morning, Dew galloped all the way out of the city on horseback and arrived at Zhuangjia Village.

    When Mo Cang got off his horse and walked into the house's yard in high spirits and the wind under his feet, he saw such a picture that almost made him gasp on the spot.

    The little girl was wearing a white and green skirt, with a round and tender face, and was struggling to pull out the same tender vegetables in the vegetable garden in front of the house.

    On the edge of the vegetable field, a thin, handsome man of 16 or 17 years old was squatting, tying up the vegetables with a straw rope and putting them aside.

    While working, the man looked at Zhuang Shiyan with gentle eyes from time to time.

    Zhuang Shiyan was busy with her work, and she was in high spirits. She smiled in the direction of the man from time to time when she was delivering the food, but the man blushed slightly as if shy.

    good! What a picture of a man ploughing and a woman weaving!

    Mo Cang's face was as cold as frost in an instant, he stopped and stopped moving forward.

    Feixue was the first to see Mo Cang, called out to the master, and turned to remind Zhuang Shiyan: "Girl, the master is here!"

    "Brother is here?" Zhuang Shiyan stood up from the vegetable field, holding up two With dewy and muddy hands, he hurried towards Mo Cang happily under his feet.

    "Brother, are you here?" Zhuang Shiyan looked up at Mo Cang and greeted with a sweet smile.

    Mo Cang sullenly looked down at the little girl in front of him. He saw that the little girl had obviously gained a lot of weight, and her face was fleshy, which reminded him of the words "pearl, round and jade".

    The skin is becoming more and more white, tender and delicate. Under the reflection of the ten thousand rays of light that has just risen, the thin fluff is clearly visible, which tempts people to reach out and touch it, and rub it against the face.

    The little girl smiled when she saw him, the two small pear eddies at the corners of her mouth were deeply sunk, her brows were bright, and she could see that she was happy to see him, but Mo Cang looked left and right, and couldn't see a trace of death. "Missing" in his imagination.

    So, for more than a month, he thought that he wanted to leave some personal space for the little girl so that she could see her own heart. It was just a joke, right?

    Mo Cang just felt like he was poisoned before, a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat and couldn't go up or down, and he was so depressed.

    Zhuang Shiyan still didn't feel that Mo Cang's face was wrong, she smiled sweetly at him in a silly and cheerful manner.

    Feixue stood aside and looked at his master's face that was so black that he could squeeze out ink, and looked at Mo Shiyi. what's up? What is the color of the master's face?