【Mengmeng Says】The collection will soon be over a thousand, Mengmeng is so excited

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I want to write the rivalry between Mo Lan and the little lady, and I changed it several times

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Admirers, admirers, admirers...

Mo Lan's ears buzzed, why can the little lady say so righteously? Who said that an eight-year-old girl doesn't understand love? She obviously understands it very well? Then every confession he confessed was directly ignored?

(Mengmeng: Congratulations, Mo Lan, you finally understand.)

"Huang Yida, who is your admirer? Why have I never heard of my brother?"

He was wronged, very aggrieved. Mo Lan, who was wearing his cheeks, had a very aggrieved expression at this moment. He had never seen the little lady like a lady, so why was she seen by Huang Yida? Your sister Huang Yida is still so good at painting. When he looked at the painting, he wanted to rub the person in the painting into his heart.

"Give it back to me!"

"No! If you don't say who this person is, you won't return it!"

"I'm going to give it back to me, I'll be wrinkled so I won't have wrinkles!"

“…”

Sun Feng wanted to snatch Hua'er back. He was not tall enough and could not even snatch him hard, which made him so angry that he was so angry.

I am so depressed that I have to ask who Huang Yida is. This thing that needs to be explained from the previous life is longer than foot binding.

"Give me back!"

"Not to return!"

“It’s too wet here and it’s going to break down!”

“…”

Sun Feng stared at Mo Lan, and the hot water steam in the bathtub was swaying. The humidity here was too high, which was extremely unfavorable to the preservation of ink paintings. She didn't want to grow wrinkles, nor did she want green hair on her face!

"Okay, give it back to you..."

Mo Lan compromised and rolled up the painting bit by bit. Sun Feng grabbed it and put it in a wooden box to cover it. He thought he would find a day to let Qiao Xiao and take it out for the best to dry it.

In Mo Lan's eyes, he only saw a little lady who was reluctant to ruin, dirty and wet her painting.

The more a person cherishes something, the more he pays attention to the person who gives something.

It was like himself, the golden needles that the little lady once gave him, which he had been hiding close to his body, right here on his chest.

It turned out that it was just a casual move and didn't care. At this moment, I suddenly realized that I wanted to see the beautiful woman anytime and anywhere.

"Little junior sister, do you like this Huang Yida very much?"

"What?"

After putting away the painted box, Sun Feng realized something was wrong with Mo Lan. She was not impatient or flattering, and just stood there looking at herself. She looked like a little lonely.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The emotions are so fluctuating, and they are all over twenty, so they have already passed their adolescence.

"If the junior sister doesn't like that Huang Yida, how could she be so cute about this painting?"

"Forehead……"

Mo Lan's words were full of sourness, so she almost twisted her hands and became a little wife who kicked the little pebbles on the spot. The black line on Sun Feng's forehead became deeper.

"I'm the one who paints this. Of course, I'm the one who likes to give away paintings. The fat rabbit has three thousand sons and grandchildren in the harem I have raised. Does that mean I like Yu Yiyun?"

This guy is wrong again! She was forced to hug her in the carriage because she was jealous of Yide. She is still jealous now, but it is actually because of Yu Yide!

"I gave it to you by my brother. If you like it, you also like me!"

It seems that even if Yu Yiyun is married, it will not be peaceful. Do you want to tell the little lady that the sixth prince's family will soon be in trouble?

"Get out of here! I just like fat rabbits! Just like now, I just like this painting, and I just paint it very well!"

What kind of imagination is this

"Yes, yes, it's very beautiful. A lady from a family, a girl, and my brother couldn't listen to you blowing the phoenix-tail butterfly. Why can that kid have such a blessing..."

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"Ququ."

The knock on the door scared the two people who were quarreling by the bathtub. To be precise, Sun Feng was even more scared, and Mo Lan regained her evil smile, with a stinky look of being a stinky person.

"Miss? Are you calling Xiao Qiao? After washing, do you want Xiao Qiao to come in?"

"No! You've been staying outside?" It's funny, she forgot Xiao Qiao, how much did this girl hear outside?

"That... I went to cook tea and midnight snacks for the lady, and I just came back... Should I bring that food in or send it to the room?"

Xiao Qiao's worries are that she has not been obediently guarding her, and she doesn't know if her master has summoned her.

"Send it to the room, I'm just hungry. It's too late. Go back to the room and go to bed. Here is the bathroom, and I'll clean it tomorrow."

"Oh, Miss, then Xiao Qiao will go back to the room?"

"Yeah, go and go."

As Xiao Qiao left outside, Sun Feng felt his heart beating violently. It was obviously his own embroidery building and his bathroom, but it seemed like he was a thief.

The culprit is so bright that he smiles!

I feel the urge to beat someone!

"Zhizha-Zhizha-Zhizha-" Someone had to worry about it and got up, and was so proud that he didn't know what he was protesting!

"Diet bird!"

Mo Lan obeyed a silence for the white parrot, a pretty bird, but the little lady must have caught a rabbit too much, so she actually grabbed the birds by carrying her neck. She felt sorry for those troublings of bird feathers, and I wonder if they would be pulled down.

Hula opened the door, and Sun Feng held Bai Yu and reached out to the outside of the corridor.

"Dead bird, if you dare to say a word today, aunt, I will pull out all your bird's feathers, grow out, pull out, and then pull out again after growing, and then pull out. Did you hear it!"

"Squeak~~~~" Master, you are so fierce. I know you will do what you say.

"If you dare to complain to Da Qiao..."

"Squeak!" I dare not! In Da Qiao's eyes, you are perfect!

"Go! Fly as far as you want!"

Fighting, Bai Yu had to stumble, Oh my God! Brother Da Qiao! Master is really fierce!

"Hmph." Sun Feng turned around and saw Mo Lan, who was completely petrified with his mouth half open. He ignored him, took the painting box and went back to the boudoir.

"Little lady~~~~~" Just now, he saw his little lady threatening a bird? And did the bird understand?

Such a tough and powerful - no, why are there so many people fighting with such a special temperament? His vision is obviously not as popular as the crowd.

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When I returned to the boudoir, the first thing I did was to take out the painting again and hang it on the head of the bed. After smoked for a while, it would steam it and not dry it, and my delicate face would be spent.

"Little Junior Sister, do you think, brother, I am not as good as Huang Yida? Although, indeed, I am not good at painting, and I cannot draw the beauty of my junior sister..."

Mo Lan, who followed into the boudoir, saw his little lady looking at the painting. Although she muttered very gently, Sun Feng still heard it.

"It's really good?" Everyone who has seen it said it was good, that's really good. Moreover, it's really a miracle to ask Mo Lan, who has a proud neck to the sky, to admit that it's a little worse than others or a rival in love.

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My little lady, brother, I have expressed my resentment so much that your eyes are shiny and you can only hear this sentence?!

"What are you doing? Your face is dark again. After the letter is delivered, your task is completed. You can go back. People are going to take a shower and go to bed."

I was uncomfortable being seen by Mo Lan's phoenix eyes and felt inexplicably guilty.

"Don't leave." I didn't ask clearly, and I would never leave.

"Why don't you leave? Do you still want to see someone go to a bath?"

"Yes - no, no!" I almost told the truth. The little lady is too young now. Apart from being whiter and tender, she doesn't have much attention.

"you!"

"You don't explain clearly what your relationship has to do with Huang Yida... I won't leave..."

"This painting was given by Yu Yide! Huang Yida is Yu Yide, and Yu Yide painted it, do you understand?"

What does a beautiful woman mean? One day she will be angry to death by Mo Lan. As for whether you are so jealous of the same person, where can you find a man who is so petty?

"Even if Huang Yida is Yu Yide, it means that this kid is willing to give up on you and is so blatant to get close to you. If you don't have to, this time, what else will you give me next time?" What? Was it painted by Yu Yide? He wiped his head and tried to please his little lady in a different way. This Yu Yide must clean up.

Mo Lan was so angry that she grabbed a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth. Hey, this pastry tasted really good.

"Anyway, I have told you that I won't be with Yu Yide, so don't worry, you can go back!"
To be continued...