Seize My Boyfriend - B21 (8)
“Weak.”
Now he heard it, it was Bo, not Bo. Bo Ruo pinched his little face and said, “That Bo?”
Mo Zhiyang: “The thin and merciless Bo.”
“My name is Bo Ruo, Bo Ruo Parami. Bo Ruo, how can you be so weak!” Bo Ruo’s face darkened. Either he had heard his feelings wrong before, or the young master called him wrong.
“Ah this?”
It was a little embarrassing. Mo Zhiyang thought his name was so strange, someone called him weak. He looked weak, but he was very hard. He didn’t expect it to be Boruo, damn it!
“I was in a daze at that time, and I didn’t know what was going on. I just heard the word “trance”. I didn’t look into it carefully, and I didn’t know which words it was.” Mo Zhiyang fawned and behaved in his arms.
She arched in his arms like a coquettish girl, “Can you forgive me this time?”
“Forgive?”
Bo Ruo grabbed his chin and forced him to raise his head to look at her, “Sometimes forgiveness is not just about words. .” The desire for blood flashed in his eyes.
“Then how much do you want? I can give it to you.” Mo Zhiyang saw his burning desire, but he pretended to be ignorant and blocked his desire with a stupid expression.
“Money?”
“You, the Mo family, all rely on me to earn your money, don’t you know?” Bo Ruo’s hand slowly slid from his chin to his neck, pinched slightly, and heard the young master gasp. The sound of cool air.
Bo Ruo asked him with a smile, “As long as I think about it, your Mo family can be wiped out in an instant. Do you believe it?” ”
Wow!” Mo Zhiyang’s eyes sparkled, full of admiration, “Bo If you are so powerful, you are so powerful.”
Like a little beast, she rubbed his hand with nostalgia.
Couldn’t the young master hear that he was threatening? Of course I can hear it, I just pretend not to know.
“idiot!”
Boruo cursed, but had already released his grip on his neck, pulled open his collar to expose his shoulders, opened his mouth and bit it, just about to bite hard enough to taste the blood.
The young master grunted, “Boruo, it hurts~”
This sentence hurt me, and Boruo forced himself to put away his fangs, and snorted unhappily, “It hurts to make you remember.” He said this, but he didn’t. Instead of biting with your teeth, you gently scratched his delicate skin with your thin lips.
As long as he wants to, he can easily arouse the desires of mortals, with just a slight movement.
“Boruo, I feel bad.”
Mo Zhiyang didn’t know what was going on. He seemed to have magical powers. Everywhere he touched seemed to be on fire, burning people into ashes.
“Uncomfortable?” Of course she knew why he was uncomfortable, Bo Ruo raised his eyebrows.
He turned over and pressed the young master down, scratched his skin with his sharp nails, and easily tore off his clothes.
The Boruo layman’s uniform was still on, so he was wearing it neatly and decently. The jade rosary was still spinning in his hand, but his movements could make the young master cry.
The evil-minded person listened to him cry out and recited ridiculous words such as Amitabha, Good, Good, Good, etc. He also took the book the two of them had just read, went to the young master, and forced him to recite it and memorize it.
He sobbed and begged for mercy.
After Mo Zhiyang read a few sentences of the article, his mind was so messed up that he could not see anything clearly, only the head of the bed in front of him, which was sometimes near and sometimes far away.
“Don’t you like reading books the most? You are so eager to learn, why don’t you want to read them now?” Po Ruo leaned over to his ear, holding the book in his right hand and pinching his thin waist with his left hand.
Even the book is jealous.
So bad!
When Mo Zhiyang woke up, just when he wanted to speak, his throat felt like there was sand in it, and he couldn’t open his mouth and coughed lightly.
“Wake up.” Boruo came over with tea, helped him up and fed him to drink, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
“Throat is uncomfortable.” When Mo Zhiyang did it with him, it was like ice and fire. It was fresher than before, but it was a bit fierce. It was good to do it violently. Let’s continue next time.
After drinking two sips of tea, he felt much better. He held his sleeves to prevent him from leaving. He was feeling cold, and Mo Zhiyang liked to follow the air conditioner wearing contact lenses.
Who can resist an air conditioner in summer?
“Don’t shout so loud next time, it won’t hurt.” Bo Ruo hugged him and let the young master lean into his arms, twirling the jade beads with his right hand, and wrapped his left hand around his waist, occasionally rubbing it.
Mo Zhiyang beeped in a low voice, “But if you shout softly, you will be unhappy, so you have to ask me to shout louder.”
Shouting softly is boring, and it makes it seem like it’s not working.
“Go to sleep.” Poruo coaxed him.
Mo Zhiyang pulled his collar, “The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. I am going to Luyang Mountain with my uncles to pay homage to Mr. Chong. We may not be able to come back for two days. Can you just stay at home?” “Yes?
” .” Boruo responded with a neither salty nor bland tone and closed his eyes.
The next day was July 14th. Mo Zhiyang accompanied him to pay homage to the ancestral temple. After sweeping the tomb, he worked until the evening. When he came back, he didn’t talk to Bo Ruo and fell asleep. He hurriedly got up early the next morning and sat down The carriage goes to the Marquis Mansion.
After the young master left, Poruo felt bored in the room, so he returned to his bamboo hut.
Mo Cheng waited outside for three days and finally heard some movement in the bamboo house. He went straight in without caring about anything, wanting to see him. He didn’t know where he had been these days.
There is always no one in sight.
“Who?”
As soon as Bo Ruo sat down, he noticed someone breaking in. He frowned slightly and glanced at the door with sharp eyes.
“It’s me.” Seeing that he couldn’t hide it, Mo Cheng had no choice but to show up.
I still thought it would be enough to take a sneak look at him, but I never thought I would let him find out. But it was good, I could talk to him, and I felt happy.
Seeing that it was him, Boruo narrowed his peach blossom eyes and lightly opened his thin lips, “Get out.”
“I…” Mo Cheng was speechless for a moment, and Mo Cheng’s eyes were greedily glued to him, “I’m just asking on behalf of my father, Zhongyuan. What does Mr. Jie need?”
Po Ruo sneered, “Get out.” If I want it, I will get it myself.
“Yes.” Mo Cheng was really afraid that he would be angry, so although he was unwilling to do so, he still left.
But I did gain something today. I said a few words to him. Even the word “go” was so joyful. Today it was two words, and maybe tomorrow it would be three words.
As long as sincerity touches him, one day he will be able to see his infatuation. As long as he inherits the Mo family, he will be protected by him and be with him for a long time.
Mo Cheng didn’t care about the wealth and glory, or the title of the richest man in the world, he only wanted him.
Go to the Hou Mansion first and wait for everyone to gather before setting off to Luyang Mountain together.
Today everyone is dressed plainly. Even my uncle is wearing a civil and military sleeve today. He usually wears a short robe with narrow sleeves and only wears court clothes when he goes to court.
Mo Zhiyang was riding in a car with his second uncle. By the way, he could ask him about Mr. Chong, knowing that he was a Confucian predecessor praised by everyone in the contemporary era.
“Master Marquis.” Yunchuan has been restless these days. Taking advantage of the fact that there were only two people in the carriage, he couldn’t help but ask, “Master Marquis, have you ever smelled the strange fragrance on Mo Zhiyang’s body?” “What strange fragrance
? ?” Yong Yihou was surprised.
Yun Chuan was stunned, “Didn’t the Marquis smell it?”
“There is no strange smell. Yang’er’s body is clean. What man would wear makeup and powder and still have a strange smell? Yun Chuan, what’s wrong with you?” Looking at the look on his face when he asked, he was also surprised. It’s not like he was joking, Yong Yihou knew that he was not talking nonsense.
Not really.
“It’s nothing.” Yunchuan shook his head. Was he really wrong? But that strange fragrance that I dream about every day is not an illusion at all.
When we arrived at Luyang Mountain, it was already evening. As usual, several people rested for the night at a small temple on the mountain, and went back to worship early the next morning.
When we arrived at the small temple, everyone was hungry and wanted to donate money to eat some vegetarian food. There were only two young monks in the temple, one old and one young. The old one didn’t know where he was going, and the younger one just entertained a few people.
“I don’t know where Master has gone. There are no cooks in the temple.” The little novice monk said, “But there are all the utensils and fruits and vegetables, so we can only…” This obviously means that
a few people have to cook it themselves.
“Who’s cooking?” Mo Zhiyang covered his hungry stomach. He had been eating vegetarian food all day today, so he wasn’t hungry at all.
“In the military camp, I’m used to wielding swords and guns, but I don’t know how to do this.” Yong Yihou looked at his younger brother.
Luo Lin also looked at his junior brother, “The gentleman is far away from the chef.”
“Me too.” Yunchuan’s eyes fell on his student.
At this time, everyone’s eyes were all looking at Mo Zhiyang. However, looking at his delicate body and rich body, he didn’t seem to know how to cook. He was probably going to starve tonight.
One or two, what kind of bullshit gentleman is far away from the chef.
“Take me to the kitchen.” Mo Zhiyang sighed. It is better to ask for help than to ask for yourself.
The little novice agreed and took him to the kitchen at the back.
The kitchen is clean. It can be seen that people cook often and there is no need to wash anything. , Mo Zhiyang rolled up his sleeves and started washing and chopping vegetables, “Well, you said that gentlemen in ancient times often went to cook far away and starved to death in the wild to see if the cook did not cook. ”
I am skilled in chopping vegetables and steaming rice. I have cooked a lot of rice specially. I have been busy for half an hour and have five dishes and one soup. Although they are all vegetarian dishes, they are very good-looking and fragrant. Even the novice monk can’t help but order them. Taste.
“Uncle, it’s time to eat.” ”
Mo Zhiyang set up his chopsticks and went to the meditation room to invite people to eat.
When the three of them saw the dishes on the table, their eyes lit up.
“Yang’er, you are so good at your craftsmanship.” Even Luo Lin couldn’t help but praise them. Although each of these dishes was vegetarian, they were full of color, flavor and flavor.
Mo Zhiyang’s hands were shaking with hunger, “Let’s eat quickly.” After helping several people fill up the rice, he sat down with his bowl.
Yun Chuan took a bite and his eyes lit up, “The color is delicious, the smell is delicious, and it’s delicious.” He didn’t expect the young master to be able to do this.
It was obvious that they all liked it, especially Yunchuan, who actually ate four bowls of rice. Mo Zhiyang specially steamed a little more, otherwise after finishing this bowl, there would be no next bowl. Fortunately, the kitchen left some. food.
After they were full, Mo Zhiyang had to carry the bowl back to the kitchen to wash it. Who said he was the youngest? Alas, it had always been like this.
“It’s delicious.”
When I got to the kitchen, I saw a crazy old Taoist priest sitting on a chair and eating the rice he left.
“Who are you?”
The sloppy old Taoist priest heard the voice and raised his face from the bowl, “Hey, this skill is really good, but I don’t have chopsticks, so I have to use my hands to catch it.” It looked very pitiful
. , Mo Zhiyang washed a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him, “It’s not very clean with your hands.”
After almost eating, the old Taoist suddenly raised his head and looked at the young master in front of him, “Tsk, tsk, your fate is not good, it’s dirty. Something.”
