The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

As soon as Feng Muyan finished speaking, the door of the restaurant was forcibly kicked open from the outside. The group of men in black in the room froze instantly. They were just trying to rob!

When she saw the person coming, Song Yunli's eyes lit up with excitement.

The leading woman pinched her waist angrily and rushed to the waiter. She walked up to him, grabbed his ear and started yelling, "You are so good, Yuan Qiu, you still talk about turning over a new leaf! I caught you again, how are you going to argue this time?"

"Madam... this is the last time... I promise there won't be a next time..." Yuan Qiu hurriedly pulled his two ears and squatted down, then kept winking at the men in black.

"Yes, sister-in-law, please forgive elder brother this time. He said that if he robs more this time, he will retire from the underworld." Several men in black whispered to persuade Yuan Qiu. After hearing this, Yuan Qiu wanted to die.

Song Yunli's mouth froze. The style of painting changed so quickly that she could hardly accept it.

The woman didn't care about that and started scolding Yuan Qiu. Yuan Qiu didn't dare to say a word in return, but just kept nodding to show that the woman was right. Song Yunli was almost injured from holding back her anger, and she leaned in Feng Muyan's arms and giggled, "Amu... I'm dying of laughter..."

Originally feeling that he was already very pathetic, yet someone dared to laugh at him so wantonly, Yuan Qiu wished he could skin Song Yunli alive with his eyes.

But Feng Muyan didn't care. All his attention was on the woman's face. Why did he feel so familiar with her?

Song Yunli handed the child to Feng Muyan and slowly walked towards the woman, then stood beside her with a faint smile.

The woman was cursing over there, and when she saw Song Yunli standing next to her, she tucked her hair away from her ears a little embarrassedly and said with a smile, "Madam, I'm sorry, he didn't mean to rob you. It's all my fault for not disciplining him properly..."

"Sister Mozhu, you have become so fierce now!" Song Yunli curled up the corners of her mouth into a warm smile, and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes.

"You are...you are...how do you know my original name?"

"Sister Mozhu, you haven't combed Li'er's hair for a long time. Li'er misses you." Song Yunli stepped forward and hugged Mozhu tightly.

Mo Zhu let go of Yuan Qiu's ear, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he involuntarily stretched out his arms to hug Song Yunli, and asked cautiously, "You are... Miss Yunli? Oh my God... My Miss Yunli?"

As soon as Mo Zhu finished speaking, Yuan Qiu, who was squatting on the ground, was dumbfounded. He wanted to find a rock to hit himself to death. How could he be so unlucky? He wanted to rob the last lot and retire, but he ended up robbing his wife's master? No! He checked the almanac before he took action. It was an auspicious day!

A group of men in black looked at their boss with pale faces, constantly asking with their eyes about the current situation, whether they should fight or not?

Yuan Qiu covered his heart with one hand and kept gesturing with the other hand, indicating that the large group should withdraw, and then looked at his wife with some despair.

"Sister Mozhu, I am Li'er."

"Miss Yunli has grown up so much, come and let me have a good look at her." Mo Zhu raised her head from Song Yunli's arms and looked her up and down with red eyes. After looking carefully, she finally found some traces of the past. Mo Zhu covered her mouth excitedly, fearing that she would not be able to control herself and shout out loud.

Feng Muyan suddenly understood. It was the woman in front of him who held Li'er and kept apologizing to him when Li'er bumped into him. Wasn't she Mo Zhu, Song Yunshi's most trusted maid?