Chapter 70 Mohe's affection is deeply exploited

But no one thinks that the harsh coolness is scattered by Bai Yihao. He only feels that his body is noble and far away, which is different from those of them. They can't afford it. They are humble. Everyone's heart is humble. How dares to look up at his handsome appearance.

Mo Xuetong was a little dumbfounded. She looked up at the huge word "Mofu" in front of the house and really thought that she had gone to the wrong place. She was more familiar than her own master. Just now, she was thinking that since Bai Yihao had arrived at her door, of course, she would fulfill her landlord's friendship and asked him to enter with her. Unexpectedly, the eyes of the two doormen at the door There is no third lady at all. She runs around him. Those who don't know may think that he is the owner here.

This is too evil!

"Miss, Mr. Bai has gone in. Let's go in quickly." Mo He's eyes followed Bai Yihao with obsessiveness. After two steps, he found that Mo Xuetong behind him did not keep up. He quickly covered up his smile and turned back to help Mo Xuetong.

"A little maid dares to think about my son. She really doesn't know how to look." A delicate cold hum came from Bai Yihao's carriage, and the curtain of the carriage was picked up. This time, it was a beautiful maidservant-dressed woman. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was the time when the beauty was in full bloom. She raised her head and looked at Mo Xuetong with Meili's eyes, but the words were said to Mo He.

"What are you talking about?" After being said such words in front of so many people, Mo He's face turned red, but because of the fact, he lost his usual fangs for a while and only blushed and retorted, but his tone was a little weaker.

"I've been looking at my son since I got out of the car. Now I can't even take care of my daughter. Isn't it difficult? Look at who you are and who my son is. The beautiful maid glanced at Mo He, and her disdain was obvious.

Mo He was so angry that he was about to laugh back, but was stopped by Mo Xuetong with a smile.

"Is this the person next to Mr. Bai? Since you have arrived at the door of Mofu, if you want to go in, you can follow Mr. Bai in. Why do you have to come up and humiliate the maidservant of the master's family? The people around Mr. Bai all speak in vain like this. Mo Xuetong looked up and down at the beautiful maidservant and smiled, but there was no smile at the bottom of her eyes.

It's fake to humiliate your maidservant, and it's true to humiliate yourself!

There was a cold smile on her lips, and she didn't wait for her to answer. She helped Mo He and walked slowly to the door.

She doesn't want to, and she doesn't disdain to quarrel with a maidservant, so as not to fall into the trap of others.

The guard who came back from the door of the house also saw Mo Xuetong's carriage. The first one was his own lady and greeted him quickly and attentively. Bai Yihao's beautiful maidservant behind her turned red and was ignored by Mo Xuetong. She stood in front of the car door in shame but couldn't say a word.

Entering the door, Mo Xuetong let go of Mo He's hand, and his eyes turned slightly cold.

"Miss..." Mohe's way.

"Go back to Qingwei Garden to get the punishment first and ask Mo Yu to come to serve. I have something to go to my father's study and ask her to find me." Mo Xuetong looked at Mo He quietly, his eyes were dark and deep, and he said faintly at half a sound.

She had never seen Bai Yihao in her last life, and naturally she had never seen Mo He, so she did not think that two different people would be implicated. Through Mo He's unnatural eyes, she clearly saw the obsession. Mo He actually fell in love with Bai Yihao at first sight, regardless of her name, and openly pushed the window to peep at Bai Yihao.

When did this happen? I didn't detect it, and let her fall in front of others and be used by others!

A coldness rises from the bottom of my heart!

Mo He was shocked by Mo Xuetong's eyes, and his blushing face faded little by little, pale, and said in a trembling voice: "Miss..."

"Don't say anything, go!" The tone was soft, but the meaning was firm. She picked up the corner of her skirt and took two steps forward, walked past Mo He's side, and slowly walked to the garden on one side. The road to Mohua's clerical room just passed through the garden. Bai Yihao is now in Mohuawen's study. She would not rush to go there and simply went to the garden to sit in the garden.

She doesn't want to meet Bai Yihao in the study at this time. Such a person is too dangerous!

It began to snow in the sky, falling on her light blue dress. Her clothes were obediently attached to her thin body. At the beginning, there were snowflakes falling from the air, like a fairy who could not eat fireworks in the world slowly coming from the wind and snow. A beautiful little face was like jade porcelain, embedded with a pair of watery Black ink eyes, deep eyes are thick and slender, slightly curly and slightly raised with deep eyelashes.

The eyelashes are slightly restrained, and the small cherry lips are as warm as water*.

The water light flows in the eyes, and it looks more and more beautiful like a fairy in the snow, like a fairy falling on the snow for nine days, without a trace of dust.

Qin Yufeng is standing at the pavilion near the lake by the roadside, wearing a dark blue robe. The skirt and cuffs are embroidered with a sea of crane clouds with extremely meticulous silver silk, with a golden empty belt and a green jade pendant. It looks elegant. The table is very different. He stands in the pavilion with his hands behind his back and looks floating. Mo Xuetong flashed a trace of surprise, but when he recognized Mo Xuetong, the subtle expression on his face flashed, showing a gentle smile.

"Cousin Pupil, come here to avoid the snow and leave later." He smiled and smiled at Mo Xuetong, who walked a long skirt and looked up at the sky.

"Cousin Feng!" At this time, Mo Xuetong also saw Qin Yufeng. She stood still and hesitated for a moment. Then she took a few steps to the pavilion, put it on the wide sleeves covered on her head, and gave a deep bow. She smiled cleverly and said, "Why is cousin Feng here? Why don't you go to your father's study?"

In his last life, Qin Yufeng was Mo Xuemin's loyal lover.

"I just came out of my uncle's study and encountered such a heavy snow. Seeing the beauty in the snow coming, I stayed and waited for my cousin to come and talk." Qin Yufeng laughed and said with a smile.

This word has a deep meaning and a little bit of ridicule.

Mo Xuetong raised her eyes gently and smiled. She sat reservedly at the railing on one side. It was snowing outside, and pieces were floating like goose feathers. Seeing this, it would not be good for a while.

She didn't want to come in. She came in specially when she saw Qin Yufeng. Qin Yufeng was a very strange person. Obviously full of talent, she was full of strange ways, but she did not appear in the royal family. She only fell in love with Mo Xuemin, but such a person can really fall in love with a woman and is willing to send her into the arms of others, only Are you willing to make her happy?

This is a person she can't understand, but since she is destined to meet two people, she is willing to know him first, know her enemy, and be invincible!

Qin Yufeng's eyes fell on the half-hanging pink face. Her face was as beautiful as beads, and her tender white face was faintly blushed. Several snowflakes fell on her long black hair, and a white snowflake also fell on her long eyelashes, which looked more beautiful and elegant, giving people a A feeling that I want to take care of my closeness and make people can't bear to be blasphemous.

How beautiful should such a woman be? The beauty makes people just want to hold it in their arms. The faint and shy face reflects the beauty of the city. At a glance, it is fascinating.

"Cousin Feng, aunt and cousin Xuan both went to Beijing?" Mo Xuetong raised her head and was bumping into Qin Yufeng's deep eyes. A gentle smile appeared on her lips and deliberately blinked her water eyes to ask for a little prayer.

When the Qin family entered Beijing, she also knew something in the Fugong Mansion, but it was not detailed. After returning to the house, she wanted to ask Molan to send someone to have a look. When she met Qin Yufeng, she asked directly.

"Grandmother and her second brother came to Beijing together. A few days ago, my grandmother also talked about her cousin Tong and asked her if she was free. If she had time to visit her, she would not come to the capital, and there was no intimate person around her. I had long heard that Tong's cousin was the most cout and very pleasing to her grandmother." Qin Yufeng smiled slightly, and a few hints of interest appeared in his deep eyes.

Hearing Qin Yufeng invite her to go to the Qin Mansion, Mo Xuetong did not refuse, as if she did not know Qin Yufeng's deep meaning. She answered with a smile. In her previous life, she did not meet Qin Yufeng, but she died under his plan. In this life, she would try to slowly understand Qin Yufeng and weigh the benefits. She would rather watch him set up. I don't want to walk into the abyss with my eyes closed as in my previous life.

"Thank you for inviting me. In a few days, I will definitely go to the house to disturb my aunt and grandmother." Mo Xuetong's eyes turned smartly and landed on a scroll placed by Qin Yufeng on the table. She asked curiously with her eyes, "What is this cousin Feng?"

"This is a painting. There is dirt. I can't deal with it. I specially brought it here for my uncle to see. Unfortunately, my uncle just said that this painting could not be restored." Qin Yufeng turned around with a smile and went to the stone table and sat down. He opened the scroll and motioned Mo Xuetong to come and have a look.

It is a picture of cold plum blossoms on a snowy night. The red plums on the strong branches are like blood, reflected in a vast white snow color, making the whole plain picture immediately vivid. The red plum pollen tender stamens, white snowflakes, and only a few strokes outline the vitality and beauty in the vast world.

The sky and the earth are all over the world, but this flower is unique and beautiful, proud of the frost and snow!

"It's really a good painting." Mo Xuetong praised gently, and her eyes frowned at a mass of ink in the white snow. Sure enough, the vast snow color was polluted here, so that the whole picture was completely destroyed, and the bright red color was gone without frighteningly vividness.

"Cousin Feng, my father also said that there was no way to remedy it?" Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand and stroked the painting. It was indeed a good painting. The whole picture was thick, dry and wet, appropriate, and the lines were fast, slow and smooth. At a glance, it was a real good painting. It was really a pity that such a good painting was destroyed.

"My uncle said that the snow color was stained, but the whole picture was stained, and this painting was useless." Qin Yufeng looked at the painting, and his eyes were full of pity and a trace of heartache. Obviously, this is a painting that he loves, otherwise he would not have specially brought it to the Mofu. Mohua's literary color is good and has always been praised. It is very particular about the painting and admirable. If even Mohua feels useless, this painting is of course, this painting is really nothing. Used.

"How will cousin Feng deal with this painting?" Mo Xuetong smiled and turned her head and asked delicately.

Qin Yufeng smiled and said, "Since it can't be repaired, just destroy it. After returning home, I will let someone burn it, but it's a pity that such a good painting." He let out a long sigh, and his eyes fell on the painting. It was a pity that he really felt sorry for such a picture.

If the painting you like is dirty, it will simply be destroyed. Qin Yufeng's personality is indeed different from others. She suddenly thought of something in her heart. She moved slightly and reached out to stop Qin Yufeng, who was scrolling on the scroll. She frowned slightly. Suddenly, she raised her up with a sweet smile and asked, "Cousin Feng, give me this painting to me. OK?"

"What does my cousin want this painting to do?" Qin Yufeng's hand hesitated, slowed down, and asked with a smile. It was actually a little difficult. It was just a stained painting. He didn't decide to destroy it. Why was he still so reluctant? This person's nature is really not ordinary!

"Let me try. Maybe I can hide this stain." Mo Xuetong didn't seem to see the deep meaning in his eyes. She replied delicately and reached out to pull the rolled picture shaft.

"Oh, what does cousin Tong want to do?" Hearing that Mo Xuetong had a way, Qin Yufeng was also interested. She put down the scroll in her hand, paved it for her again, and asked with a smile.

Mo Xuetong deliberately showed an embarrassed look and gently rubbed her fingers on the thin white picture.

"Can't my cousin Pupil tell me?" Seeing the picture of Mo Xuetong just smiling and gently stroking her hands, the slender, white and tender hand reflected the picture and felt particularly harmony and beautiful. The bright red plum on the branches instantly lost its color, but a slight smile, a flower-like smile made people's heart throb inexplicably. Qin Yufeng's eyes unconsciously moved with her hand.

"What did cousin Feng say? How could I deliberately not tell cousin Feng? I just don't know where to start. If it is not good, it will make cousin Feng laugh." Mo Xuetong pretended not to look at the blurred confusion in his eyes, focused on the picture at the bottom of his hand, smiled gently, brushed his beautiful skirt with one hand, and covered the inadvertent coldness on his lips.

"How is cousin Tong going to repair it? Is it good for cousin Feng to listen to?" Mo Xuetong's indifferent look made Qin Yufeng look greatly excited. For a moment, he took Mo Xuetong's hand with some excitement and asked urgently that he really liked the painting, but he was painted a stain by his servants to clean up the house unintentionally. He had no choice but to save his determination to destroy the painting. Since his favorite painting has been stained, he would rather destroy it. .