Su Mohan put down the document in his hand, walked up to Concubine Ye and lifted her chin, looking at her eyes that were a little red: "Crying?" ”

Concubine Ye scolded secretly in her heart, are you annoying, you have to get to the bottom of it like this!

"No, she told me a story just now, and I was so moved to listen to it that I was a little sad." Concubine Ye opened her mouth to explain.

Su Mohan squinted his eyes and swept between the two, and said lightly: "How did I not know that our family's maid could tell stories, since you are so good at telling, why don't you tell Ben Shao again." ”

Su Mohan sat beside Concubine Ye, and his eyes fell on the maid standing aside.

I have to admit that since this little thing has lived here for a while, even his rigid and serious maids have suddenly become angry.

"Su Shao, you haven't wanted people to go out for so long, why do you pester others to tell you stories as soon as you come back~" Concubine Ye hurriedly pestered Su Mohan, and her tone was so soft that she could melt people.

Seeing that she was obstructing, Su Mohan didn't pursue it anymore, but just pecked a few mouthfuls on her small mouth and said, "I'll go take a bath first." ”

Concubine Ye nodded, and after Su Mohan entered the bathroom, she quickly took out the wool and needles stuffed behind the sofa, and after confirming it several times, Concubine Ye finally accepted the fact that she was hurt, and then angrily threw the ball of thread directly into a trash can under the coffee table, and then threw a few paper balls on it to cover it.

I can't knit my aunt, I can't knit it!

Concubine Ye searched around the room, and finally threw a few sweater needles into a vase in the corner, and after making sure that it was correct, Concubine Ye lay back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling with her eyes open, and thought about what she was going to give tomorrow if the sweater was not successful?

After Su Mohan came out of the bath, what he saw was Concubine Ye crossing Erlang's legs, staring at the ceiling angrily, not knowing what she was thinking.

I was about to walk over to tease her, but the phone thought at this time.

Su Mohan walked to the desk and picked up the phone, frowned slightly, and hung up directly.

But who would have thought that less than two minutes after hanging up, another text message came in, and after Su Mohan looked through the text message, his face sank a little bit, and even his previous good mood was swept away.

On the other side, Ye Feiyi didn't notice the situation here, and was still immersed in the sweater that had fallen short, after all, she had been revolving around the sweater for the past few days, but on the contrary, her hands were more stupid than her feet, not to mention the sweater, she didn't even knit an arm.

Concubine Ye took out her mobile phone irritably, checked it on the Internet, and what other gifts could be given to men.

razors, belts, wallets, scarves, ties......

After looking for a while, Concubine Ye lost her patience and threw her phone aside, thinking about whether she would subdue herself again and tempt?

No, no, no......

Concubine Ye, can you still have some talent, what else can you do besides using your skin?

Or fold a bottle of paper cranes?

Wouldn't it be too naïve? And it doesn't seem to be enough time......

Right now, Su Mohan is always by her side, she can't break that kind of ghost thing without sleeping at night and lighting the lamp, right?

Concubine Ye suddenly regretted a little, if she hadn't overestimated herself so much at the beginning, and had chosen something simpler in the morning, at least three or four days would have more time than the night now.