Seize My Boyfriend - B22 (3)
“Take these ten yuan and leave Xiaoyang!”
An Chuci reached out and took the ten yuan in his hand, weighed it in his palm, knowing in his heart that it was genuine, he sneered, “That’s it.” “Take it
. Qian, leave Xiaoyang quickly, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude!” Yu Cheng said and raised his fist.
Although the fifteen-year-old Yu Cheng looked very strong, he was still a little delicate in front of him.
Mo Zhiyang poured a glass of water for his mother and coaxed her to drink it, but he couldn’t figure it out. Logically speaking, An Chuci must be a gong. Considering his height and body shape, it really couldn’t be justified that he wasn’t a gong.
“Then maybe he has a low attack?” The system felt that everything should not be too absolute.
“Dance while doing it. It’s so difficult. Lao Sepi and I have never tried it before.” Mo Zhiyang found it incredible when he thought about it.
The main reason is that Lao Sepi has always been very tall. It would be fine if he didn’t push himself down. It would be impossible for him to jump up.
“I have reasonable suspicion that it was Yu Cheng who actually took the Cinderella script.” It’s not body type discrimination.
But think about it, a guy as big as a mountain is nestled in your arms: 嘤嘤嘤, I am afraid, you have to make the decision for me, 嘤嘤嘤~ This is so weird to think about
“Yes.” The system couldn’t imagine what An Chuci would be like when he was fifteen years old and over 1.7 meters tall. At the age of twenty, Ying Ying Ying would be like a roc spreading its wings.
Mo Zhiyang made up his mind, “Let’s see who got the Cinderella script for the protagonist Shou!” ”
I am Yu Cheng!”
“I am the protagonist named Li.” Mo Zhiyang thought , according to logic, the protagonist’s attack will definitely be the opposite of the protagonist’s shou. If the protagonist’s shou is a big roc spreading its wings, then it must be a script in which the protagonist attacks and shou.
Buy and leave!
At home, mother and son depended on each other. My father was away on business and would not come back until the Chinese New Year. The weather gradually became colder, and in the blink of an eye it started to snow in December.
That night when it snowed, Mo Zhiyang thought of the small dark room where An Chuci lived. It was empty and didn’t even have anything to keep out the cold. He was afraid that he would freeze to death, so he brought him a quilt and a hot water bottle.
An Chuci lived in a small wooden house built on a small western-style building. It had nothing but a bed, which was watertight at best.
The thin figure held the quilt in his hands and a hot water bottle in his mouth. He walked towards the door with difficulty. He walked over, put down the quilt and took off the hot water bottle from his mouth. He knocked on the door but there was no response.
Mo Zhiyang was afraid that he would freeze to death, so he pushed open the door that was blown ajar by the wind and snow. It was dark and nothing could be seen inside, “An Chuci, have you slept?” There was only a shabby small wooden bed
. There is a figure there.
After shouting and getting no response, Mo Zhiyang was really afraid that he would be frozen to death, and it was the protagonist who would suffer anyway, so he picked up the quilt on the ground, shook off the snowflakes that had just fallen on it, walked to the bed and put it down.
It was very cold in the room, and there was no charcoal basin. Fortunately, Boruo had been there in my previous life, which allowed me to develop the ability not to be afraid of the cold.
Put the quilt on the corner of the bed, then put the hot water bottle in his arms, and then cover him with the quilt, doing so gently to avoid waking him up.
After doing all this, he felt that there was no charcoal basin, so Mo Zhiyang went back to get him a charcoal basin.
After he left, An Chuci opened his eyes on the bed and looked at the hot water bottle in his arms and the warm sheets. For a moment, he didn’t know what this idiot was going to do.
After working hard to move the charcoal basin, Mo Zhiyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the protagonist who was still awake, and went out quietly.
An Chuci opened his eyes and put his hands on the back of his head without a pillow. This winter didn’t seem to be so difficult anymore, it was warm.
After it snowed, it became colder.
After finishing his work in the morning, An Chuci came back to the cabin and saw two coats lying on the ground. Could they be sent by that idiot again?
Mo Zhiyang is really looking forward to the winter solstice, because Yu Cheng will elope with An Chuci during the winter solstice. Woo hoo hoo, I must be a matchmaker and give him some transportation supplies.
Then he sent the two people away happily.
With this idea in mind, Mo Zhiyang secretly gave him several sets of clothes, hoping that he would think they were from Yu Cheng and become grateful to him and fall in love with him at first sight.
Then you can happily follow the plot, and I can happily go find Lao Sepi.
He thought he hadn’t been discovered, but in fact An Chuci knew that the material of the clothes was so good, no one would give it to him except that idiot.
The day of the winter solstice has arrived, and the plot has begun. Yu Cheng is to be picked up and taken to another city with his uncle. Here, various cities are fighting each other, and each city is a small country.
Occupying various armed forces, generals are the collective name for those people who control everything in the small country.
On the day of the winter solstice, Yu Cheng ran over reluctantly, holding Mo Zhiyang’s little hand and refusing to let go, “Xiaoyang, I’m leaving, do you know.” “Ah?” Mo Zhiyang was eating his mother’s food
. He pretended to be surprised and bit into the rice ball, “When did it happen?”
Can you leave quickly and get rid of the protagonist, and then I won’t have anything to do with the plot? I’m going to find Lao Gong.
“Wait a minute.” Yu Cheng reluctantly took out a small handkerchief and gave it to Mo Zhiyang, “Xiaoyang, this is my handkerchief. I embroidered the little sun on it myself. You have to put it away. I will come back to find it.” Yours.”
“No, why did you come back to me?” Why don’t you go to your protagonist?
Mo Zhiyang took the handkerchief. The embroidery was quite ugly, but he still accepted it. Looking at the male second attacker who knew how to embroider, he suddenly wanted to regret it, “System, I think I made the wrong bet.”
“That won’t work. We’ve all decided to leave. I guess it must be Yu Cheng who got the Cinderella script that belongs to the protagonist Shou. Otherwise, you see, he can embroider it. How novel.” The system was complacent, finally winning for once. the host.
I must tell other systems about this.
“Then you must wait for me.” Before leaving, Yu Cheng finally mustered up the courage, kissed Xiaoyang’s tender cheek, and then ran away quickly.
Mo Zhiyang was not very happy when he took the handkerchief. He thought that this thing should belong to the protagonist Shou. He calmly wiped the saliva from his face with the handkerchief and said, “I’ll give it to the protagonist Shou.” He took the handkerchief and threw it into the small door
. Dark room, and then said, “See you again, I’m going to find my old sex lover.”
Sure enough, at night, Mo Zhiyang didn’t see An Chuci anymore. He laughed to death and finally eloped. It was great. Got it!
Eight years later…
“Puppy, where did you die!”
“Here you come!”
A lot of things happened in these eight years. At the end of the year they left, Mo Zhiyang’s father News of the accident came, saying that on the way back, a man who was fighting died. Mo’s mother also fell ill because of this blow.
Not long after Master Mo was buried, the mother-in-law who delivered the grapes colluded with outsiders to swallow up all the Mo family’s property and drove the two people out.
Fortunately, Mo’s mother’s dowry was stored in the bank, and she could still live a living after taking it out. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out as she wished. Mo’s mother contracted tuberculosis, and all the family’s money was used for treatment.
The medical conditions at that time meant that tuberculosis could not be cured. In addition, Mo’s mother was worried all day long, so she left within three years. Mo Zhiyang had been working outside to get money for her treatment.
He was penniless and didn’t even have money for burial. He wanted to go back to Mo Mansion to get some money, but he was beaten out. He had no choice but to take out the secret weapon in the novel: sell his body to bury his mother.
So he sold himself so that his mother could be buried. Mo Zhiyang was also sold to this wooden city and worked as a servant.
But the problem was not big, as long as he had food to eat, he would not starve to death. He was sold several times, and finally ended up at the Qin family, where he worked happily for more than a year.
Mo Zhiyang put down the half-washed clothes, wiped his hands clean on his apron, and hurried into the main room, “You two young masters, what can I do?” “Follow me to the tailor shop this afternoon. What are we going to do?
” Wearing nice clothes.” The eldest young master didn’t know what he was thinking of, but he looked longingly, “I heard that there will be many generals coming this time. I wonder if they will be interested in them.” “Yeah.” The plot has already begun, Mo
Zhi Yang scratched his head: Great, we finally know who took the Cinderella script for the protagonist.
The second young master also looked crazy, “I heard that the generals are not all old men. Some of them are very handsome. If you can like me, I can be the general’s wife!”
A five-year-old man wearing a coat and a hat A ten-year-old man came in with a big belly. Seeing Mo Zhiyang here, he was a little angry, “Puppy, you’re lazy here instead of working. Don’t you want to eat?” ”
Master, I’ll go right away.” There is no food to eat. This was really a threat to Mo Zhiyang, so he hurried out of the back door and continued washing clothes.
In the afternoon, I went out with the two young masters.
“Do you want me to wear a coat or a suit?”
“I want to wear a suit, my butt is up.”
Mo Zhiyang was holding something in both hands and followed the two of them. He wanted to be laughed to death by these two bastards. , Hahahahaha, save your life! Wear a suit with your butt raised.
It makes me laugh so hard, my butt is also raised, hahahahaha.
Compared to the silks and satins of these two young masters, Mo Zhiyang wore a very tattered gray shirt, black cropped suspenders and a pair of rag shoes.
She has a delicate appearance and looks very cute.
However, Mo Zhiyang also observed that there were indeed many more people in the city, wearing uniforms of different colors. I heard that it was the old city lord’s 60th birthday and he invited many generals here.
The old city lord was highly respected, and everyone was willing to give him face.
“System, I’ll meet the protagonist here after a while, right?” Mo Zhiyang counted the days, it should be the last few days.
“Yes, we can reveal the secret then, who got the Cinderella script!” The system is eager to give it a try. It would be great if it could win against the host.
The messy and noisy sound of horse hooves in the distance broke through the bustling crowd.
Mo Zhiyang stepped up and wanted to see who it was, “Let me come to Kangkang!”
An Chuci was wearing a uniform and sitting on a horse. His handsome appearance amazed many people, but he looked indifferent. He rode his horse and galloped through the crowd with his subordinates.
“Who is this man? He’s so handsome.”
The exclamations of the people around him did not attract An Chuci’s attention at all. His sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and his eyes suddenly focused on one place.