In the room, Feng Jiu stood quietly in place.

She did not leave, and the so-called disappearance was just hiding her breath and even her entire body.

But in Mo Jiu's eyes, she did leave.

Then, she saw a drop of tears falling from the corners of Mo Jiu's eyes after he vented his emotions.

Feng Jiuyou was also stunned. She looked at Mo Jiu with panic and wiped away the tears on her face, and then her confused and incredible expression turned into strong anger, and the helplessness flashed deep in her eyes.

"I didn't cry...I won't cry for her!" Mo Jiu roared forward, as if he had completely vented his last bit of emotion. Then he was like a balloon that was pierced, and his breath suddenly ejaculated. He stood there for a while, then walked to the bedside in dismay and lay back on the bed.

Feng Jiuyou looked at the scene in front of him, and something in his heart finally fell into the ground.

She slowly walked towards the bed. Even if Mo Jiu couldn't see her, she could not hear any sound she made. Her steps were still very light.

Feng Jiuyou walked to the bed and looked down at Mo Jiu, who had no obvious tears at the corner of his eyes. The expression in his eyes was unprecedentedly gentle.

Until now, she finally realized her feelings.

Control comes from liking.

This young man who could easily cause her emotions to fluctuate again and again made her heart ripples again and again, and also touched her heartstrings again and again.

He is arrogant and domineering, favored and charming, and looks down on others.

But he is also gentle, arrogant, but not good at expressing himself.

Perhaps from the beginning, she was attracted by the boy, so she gradually developed the desire for possession and control.

Until now, a tear from Mo Jiu fell to the ground and also fell into her heart.

Let her understand...

It turned out that the boy did not have feelings for her.

Her desire for the teenager was not purely a desire.

Feng Jiuyou leaned over and gently kissed Mo Jiu's lips. He absorbed all his anger, confusion, and a trace of indescribable emotions.

She knew that Mojiu had feelings for her, but she could not ask for his complicated liking.

What she wanted was that the boy's whole heart was full of her, and there was no one else's figure.

Feng Jiuyou slowly stood up.

Her eyes became firm and cold.

From body to mind, from inside to outside.

She will definitely make the boy completely belong to her.

......

The next morning, Mo Jiu woke up directly.

He was a little confused. He was obviously at this time, even if Xiaoqing and the others called him, it would be difficult for him to wake up, but at this moment he naturally opened his eyes.

Mo Jiu stood up, and his red hair scattered all over the bed.

He turned to look out the window. It was a little bright, but most of the sky was still dark, hazy, exuding the unique coolness of the night.

He raised his hand to caress his heart, and he always felt his heart beating particularly fast.

Is it what will happen today?

Mo Jiu couldn't help but think of this, and it seemed that he felt something in the dark.

This idea was really strange. It made him tilt his head, frown, and thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't get the reason for this idea.

Maybe it was too early at this moment, and Mo Jiu tried to get back to the cage and felt that there was no result. After nothing to do, he came to the wardrobe. Looking at the red clothes placed in the deepest part of the wardrobe and neatly stacked, he took them out by chance.

It was not until he got it in his hand that Mo Jiu seemed to wake up and looked at the dress in a daze.

"What should I do if I take it out..." Mo Jiu murmured in confusion.

But he kept looking at the red dress, but did not put it back in the closet, but took it to the mirror, held it in front of himself, and gestured for a while.

Very fit.

Click.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened and a slight sound was made. Mo Jiu turned his head and looked at it, facing two pairs of wonderful eyes.

"Young Master, you..." Xiaoqing was a little surprised, both because Mo Jiu got up so early today or because of what he was doing now.

Mo Jiu did not feel anger at all being offended or disturbed, but gently opened her lips, her voice as cool as the dewdrops stained by the grass leaves in the morning: "I want to try this dress."

"Put on the light for me."

Xiaobai activated the spirit bead installed on the roof, and it suddenly became brighter.

Mojiu took the clothes and walked behind the screen.

A burst of storm sound came into Xiaoqing and Xiaobai's ears, making them blush involuntarily.

This time, the young master did not avoid them anymore...

But why did the young master suddenly think of wearing this dress?

They vaguely remembered that when they had just come to serve the young master and took the initiative to organize his wardrobe for himself, he caused his first anger and almost beat them out directly. At that time, he was holding the red dress in his arms and said angrily, "This is something his father left for him, and no one else is allowed to touch it." The movements in his hands were extremely gentle, as if he was caring for a treasure.

They knew that the young master's parents died early, which means that this red dress was the only relic left to him by his father.

Now it seems that this dress is more like the wedding dress left by the young master and father to him, when he grows up and gets married.

There is no need to say how important it is.

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai were thinking, and a touch of red suddenly fell into their afterglow, causing them to subconsciously look up and then stayed there.

The feet are close to sandalwood, and the red clothes are plain hands.

Mo Jiu had not dressed up yet, and his long hair was slightly tidied with his hands. The strong and fiery red hair fell down like a waterfall, swaying gently as he walked. However, he did not apply makeup, but he still seemed to dye his eyebrows lightly, with red lips slightly dotted, and the cheeks seemed to sweep away lightly, with red glow on his cheeks, and the white was red. Looking down, the red dress was the style, and there was no layered layering, but when he was worn, it was even more gorgeous, like a blooming peony, which made his temperament look a little charming, just like a man in a painting and a fairy in the sky.

"How is it?" Mo Jiu asked softly, with a hint of cramping in his eyes. He was obviously not used to such clothes, or had no confidence in himself.

After hearing his inquiry, Xiaoqing and Xiaobai came back from their surprise, and then hurriedly said, "Young Master, you are so beautiful!" There was a suppressed excitement and excitement in their words.

If it weren't for the day that it was still light, they would have screamed.

Mo Jiu didn't believe it: "Really?"

He walked to the mirror, looked at himself inside, stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's really good looking.

Suddenly, Mo Jiu felt that his lips seemed to touch something, his eyes widened slightly, and surprise and surprise appeared in his eyes.

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai didn't notice his strangeness, and were very excited for a long time, then asked, "Who is the young master going to meet?"

Otherwise, how could I get up so early and wear such clothes, it’s like getting married.

Mo Jiu opened her lips. How should he explain to them that he would get up so early on a whim and try to put on this dress?

All of this really seems like he is preparing in advance to meet someone.

Xiao Muxue.

Her figure suddenly appeared in Mo Jiu's mind, thinking about the "Xiao Muxue is back" that Feng Jiuyou told him. Those inexplicable and whims seemed to have reasons.

Today...will he meet Xiao Muxue?

Women always say that men's sixth sense is particularly effective, and Mo Jiu doesn't believe it at all.

But if Xiao Muxue really comes back today, then...

He is willing to believe it.

"Young Master." Xiaoqing called out, then came over with Xiaobai, with a little excited expression, "Let's help you put on makeup?"

The young master looks so beautiful without makeup. If he put on makeup, what kind of look he should look like?

Mo Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and she was about to agree, but the words turned into: "What makeup do I put on? I'm not going to get married."

Xiaoqing and the others wanted to work harder, but Mo Jiu's cold eyes swept over and they had to give up this idea.

It's a pity that I finally put on makeup for such a young master...

Mo Jiu ignored the deep loss on their faces: "Since I'm awake, why don't you go and make breakfast?"

"OK."

Xiaoqing and the others left here.

Mo Jiu looked at herself in the mirror again, hesitated for a moment, but sat in front of the mirror stage to comb her hair.

Until he put his hair on his back and sat for a full quarter of an hour, Xiaoqing and Xiaobai still did not come back.

Mo Jiu stood up and looked at the bright sky outside, feeling confused.

In the past, he should have finished his breakfast.

He pushed the door out, and then ran into two figures. It was Xiaoqing and the other two. Before he could question them, he was pushed back into the room in panic.

"Let go!" Mo Jiu broke free from their hands and asked with cold eyes, "What are you doing?"
To be continued...