276 be a thief

"Why don't I concentrate? I want to measure my 'power' and do it. I can't do anything without financial, material and human resources. There are also places, good and expensive, and bad ones have no guests. Although the smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alley, we are now going to rush out of Shengjing, go to the endless, and then enter the whole Yuan Dynasty. If this first step is not good, won't it smash our own signboard? Silver, although you can make more money without it, you must make it 'value for money', every point can shine, and every point can create the greatest benefit. Do you understand, little girl?"

Mei'er's mouth has always been unable to keep up. This time, it was round and flat, and finally only popped up: "Shopkeeper, I find that once you feel guilty and want to hide something, your eloquence is very good."

You can't splash the stick, but as long as you hit the center of gravity, all the hot wheels will stop.

Although Mei'er is stupid, she often tells the truth, which is the most deadly move.

Luo Wen'er's face turned white and red, more changeable than the fireworks.

Meier's mouth is stupid, but her body is flexible. Her figure flashes, and she dodged the attack of the paper ball, and took the door panel as a shield. She only showed her small head and smiled: "I don't know how to use money, but I know that the shopkeeper is guilty now!"

Another paper ball flew in.

The little head suddenly shrank back.

Do you know what I'm thinking? I don't even know what I'm thinking. What do you know?

Hmm? Why don't I know what I'm thinking? Shouldn't I think about how to open a branch?

Spread a new map, but look at the short pile of paper around her... Is this her "making the best use of things"?

Looking at the map, he took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.

But there is always a pair of eyes shaking in front of her, like ink jade soaked in snow, facing her clearly and brightly.

She looked at the Bibo Pavilion, and he stood in the pavilion; when she moved her eyes to the Liling Garden, he was dressed in clothes at the door; when she looked through the street, he strolled in the street, stopped suddenly and smiled back at her; when she took refuge in Furong Lane, he waited for her at the entrance of the alley and said to her, "If you like it, I will only wear white for you, but OK?"

The pen fell on the map, and the little finger of his left hand trembled slightly. The warmth belonging to him was still there, flowing to his heart.

She held her chest to stop the intrusion of the warm current. They wandered outside the door, not impatient, nor abandoned.

What's wrong with her? What is she afraid of?

There is something that seems to be slowly sprouting like a new bud that will spit out green in spring, and what scares her most is that such a thing seems to have been there a long time ago, but she has not found it or deliberately ignored it, so that it silently accumulates strength and grows silently, waiting for her to return. The eyes are already green.

She was scared by herself.

How can she do this? How can what she hates most happen to her?

She also tried to pull out the green, but it was so deep that as long as she tried hard, there would be cracks around the vein, like lightning splitting the night sky, but it was not to be uprooted, but pierced into the depths.

How could this happen?

There has already been a person in her heart, who is full of being dominated by him. They live and die together and rely on each other. In the past, she and him were tied like spider silk. If you want to struggle, you can only tie it tighter. An inexplicable wind blew and he disappeared. She was trapped in this web, waiting for his return.

There is still a thread between them, but after nearly two years of wind, rain and sand, is that spider silk still firm and tough? Has it been broken, and only she is holding the broken wire and swaying?

However, since when did a man silently hold the end of the broken wire, wrap himself up little by little, and walk to her?

He jokes, he is evil, he is not serious, he is wild, unruly, he has a black and poisonous tongue, but since when did those ink jade-like phoenix eyes have her figure?

Is he serious?

It's not that she hasn't asked herself, and the answer is no, because he is a butterfly who plays with flowers and never stays on a flower for too long.

But countless seemingly care, unintentional teasing, and even scolding seemed to show the difference in her heart, but she couldn't figure out why he treated her like this, especially on New Year's Eve, when he went to prison to visit herself thinly.

She knew that he must have suddenly learned the news, so she hurried to come and didn't have time to dress...

She is not an unintentional person. She can also think and be moved.

She didn't know what effort he had made. She really let it out the next day, and he didn't mention it at this meeting.

And what about her?

She is still moved by him.

This discovery should have started when she found the fragrance of other women in him.

That day, she was very angry, but she didn't know where the anger came from. She took everything for granted to blame Mo Xi's flower heart, and she didn't like men's flower heart.

But is he fancy? What does he have to do with her?

She tried to abandon this inexplicable emotion, and she thought she really did a good job. Until she lay on his back and carefully searched for the extra fragrance, when she found that it disappeared, her heart burst into ecstasy...

She finally understood why she would leave her tooth marks on his finger on New Year's Eve.

It turned out that she was jealous, she was complaining, she was waiting... In the dark and bleak cell, she also thought countless times, why didn't he come...

Maybe it's really drunken truth. That night, she indulged her heart, but she couldn't be drunk forever, not to mention that there was someone in her heart? She is waiting for his return...

Actually, she has been moved for a long time, hasn't she? After he disappeared due to illness for many days, didn't she keep in mind that he suddenly appeared to the fifteenth appointment? Wasn't she so happy that she almost cried?

So, when she was on the bridge, she would say to him, "Actually, good friends are also lifelong..."

Remind him that he also warned himself that there is a boundary that can never be crossed.

However, I didn't follow this commandment.

No, she can't continue. What she hates most is Yanghua. How can she be such a person? The next time we meet, she must be righteous and regular.

However, as soon as the idea flashed, she was stunned...

Meet... Does she actually want to see him?

And some things have been broken, how can they face it calmly?

He has disappeared for many days. I'm afraid he's embarrassed, isn't he?

And she...

I stared and found that the brand-new map was full of circles and forks at some point, and no matter what kind of graphics it was, it alone formed the word "Mo".

There is a "buzz" in the brain.

A "bang" on the door panel.

She hurriedly picked up the map and stuffed it behind her.

It was Zhang's mother who brought the meal.

Mei'er followed behind and helped set up the elm dining table to **.

Luo Wener peeked at her face... she was so serious. Looking at Zhang's mother again, she also looks serious.

Is it true that you are too guilty?

Although Mo Xi said that he brought her back, no one saw her at all... Except for beating Lao Hao, the cloak wrapped both of them tightly at that time, and Lao Hao couldn't see anything.

Mo Xi stayed all night, but no one disturbed her, and no one asked these days, but she was always afraid that others would find something. And although... nothing happened that night, what was she worried about?

"Shopkeeper, you once said that this rice cake is delicious to be dipped in sugar, but why did you soak it in vegetable soup?" Mei'er laughed.

Zhang's mother stared at Mei'er, and her eyes were obviously blaming her daughter for being "rare and strange", which made Luo Wener uncomfortable, because such strange things have happened to her more than once recently.

She was about to hide it when she heard Meier's surprise, "Mr. Mo, are you here?"

She hurried along, but saw that the square window was tightly closed, and only sunlight passed through the window, like an eye that only saw the world, looking straight at her heart.

Mei'er laughed, but Zhang's mother was still calm: "Mei'er misses Mr. Mo? Yes, if this usual person disappears, it will always be missed. It's just that Mr. Mo is also a businessman. There are always too many people coming and going in the first month, which is much busier than usual. But I think Mr. Mo will come here by February 2nd at the latest..."

"Mom, why February 2nd? Can you calculate? Meier was very curious and suddenly realized: "Yes, February 2nd is the Spring Dragon Festival. As long as it is a festival, Mr. Mo will come to accompany the shopkeeper for the festival..."

Luo Wen'er blushed and was about to get angry. Why did Mei'er suddenly come over and said, "Shopkeeper, what kind of festival will the king seal it this time?"

Luo Wen'er was confused: "What 'what festival'?"

"Don't you know the shopkeeper yet?" Meier's eyes widened: "On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Tianxianglou entered the Lantern Festival. After the king ate it, Longyan was very happy, and immediately made this day the 'Lantern Festival'."

Luowen'er Petrochemical. In the past, these people called the fifteenth day of the first lunar month the Lantern Festival, and she was not curious, but now... Does this time and space saying about the "Lantern Festival" actually start from here?

"There is a lack of people!" Zhang's mother patted her daughter: "But today is the twenty-third day of the first lunar month, and I don't know what kind of meal we will prepare in Tianxiang Building in the palace..."

"Mom, I think you are greedy..."

"You dead girl, how can you say that?"

"Mom, you said don't say unlucky words in the New Year. Why are you still 'dead'?"

"Oh, you... why do you still say that?"

Luo Wen'er looked at the two women making a mess, couldn't help laughing and couldn't help sighing... When will she have such a simple and warm home?

Once, she thought she had held such a hope in her hand, but she didn't want to...

Involuntarily looked at the window.

Sunshine passes through the pane and sprinkles fine diamond corners on the table, a series of dazzling eyes...