The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Thinking of this, Boss Wen and Wen Yufeng became closer. "Sufen, are the eggs cold? Go and heat them up. Don't let Yufeng get a stomachache after eating them. Feng, just lie here. Don't go anywhere. Try not to move. Call your mother if you need anything."

Wen Yufeng turned over and stopped looking at Boss Wen's disgusting face. She had already seen the ugly faces of the whole family. If she was useless, they would be treated like a rag immediately. When she had money, don't even think of asking for a penny from her.

......

At Wen's, Wen Zhuo took back the carved stone and went home. After dinner, Wen Zhuo brought his family, including Tingyu, to the restaurant.

"Second sister-in-law, Qingcheng."

Seeing Wen Zhuo's family coming, Ye Xiuying hurriedly stood up to greet them, "Hey? You're here. Have you eaten?"

Song Jiao said hurriedly: "We came after dinner. Qingcheng is going to print newspapers tonight, so our whole family is here to help."

Wen Qingcheng was very surprised. She had not thought of asking Wen Zhuo's family for help. Now that Mo Jinghong and A Falcon were here, there were enough people. But since they were here, it was even better. "We have more people, so we can do it faster. Let's work on two production lines like last time."

Knowing that it was the first time for Mo Jinghong and A Falcon to print, Wen Qingcheng and Wen Zhuo brought the cut paper and demonstrated it first. Mo Jinghong and the others understood it at a glance.

Wen Zhuo asked for two stone carvings just like last time. Wen Qingcheng, Mo Jinghong, A Falcon, and Wen Zicheng formed a group, and Wen Zhuo's family formed a group. They started to make rubbings of the stone at the same time.

Zicheng and Tingyu were in charge of drying the ink on the ground. The two kids ran around in a hurry as if they were competing. Ye Xiuying watched Xueer from the side and occasionally came up to replace her.

It only took two hours to print more than 3,000 copies. Wen Qingcheng, Zicheng and Tingyu bent over to stack the dried "newspapers" together, and then tied them up with ropes. There was still some ink that had just been printed that had not dried yet, but it would be dry by the time they finished cleaning up.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wen Zhuo's family also said goodbye. That night, Mo Jinghong and Wen Qingcheng went up to the roof garden together. Wen Qingcheng shouted into the void twice. A black shadow flashed by, and Yinfu and Yunpeng appeared at the same time.

"See Young Master."

Mo Jinghong nodded, "You two should go there tonight and distribute the newspapers printed by Miss Wen all over the city at night."

"We don't print much this time, so there's no need to scatter them too densely. It's fine as long as every store has one." Wen Qingcheng said.

Yinfu and Yunpeng stood there straight with solemn expressions. Wen Qingcheng saw that Yinfu was usually a chatterbox, but when he met her young master, he didn't say a single extra word. She wanted to laugh when she saw him pretending to be serious.

The two of them took the order and retreated, leaving only Wen Qingcheng and Mo Jinghong on the roof. He had a dignified look in front of the shadow guard just now, but when he turned around, a smile appeared on his lips again, and he looked deeply at Wen Qingcheng.

"What are you doing? Looking at me like that again." Wen Qingcheng couldn't stand this look from him the most. She lowered her eyes and didn't look at him. She lay on the bamboo lounge chair on the roof, closed her eyes and enjoyed the night breeze.

Wen Qingcheng had just closed her eyes when she felt her eyelids being forced open, and she saw an enlarged handsome face right above her.

"Cheng'er..." Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng deeply, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Why have you been avoiding me since that night? Don't you want me to be by your side?" After saying that, a look of hurt flashed in his eyes.

Wen Qingcheng was indeed avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally, even though she really wanted him to be with her for the rest of her life, and she also wanted to open her heart, but Mo Jinghong was from the Qin Palace, and would be the crown prince and heir to the title of king in the future. His values ​​were different from Wen Qingcheng's. How could a prince marry a commoner as his wife? She didn't want to share him with other women, so it would be better for her to stop from the beginning and not let herself get involved. Otherwise, if they couldn't be together, or if they were together, he would still marry a lady from a famous family as his wife, how would she deal with it then?

"I like you to stay by my side..." Wen Qingcheng's voice was soft, with a hint of sadness.

Mo Jinghong stared at Wen Qingcheng. After she finished speaking, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his big hand and rubbed her hair.

Wen Qingcheng wore a wig bag today, and Mo Jinghong rubbed it with his big hands, exposing her wig bag. Wen Qingcheng sat up awkwardly, tidied her hair and went back to her room to take it off. As soon as she stood up, her steps were flustered, and she tripped over herself. Suddenly, her body lost its balance and bumped into Mo Jinghong's solid chest muscles.

The sudden contact made Wen Qingcheng's heart skip a beat, and she lowered her head with red cheeks. She stretched out her hands to support Mo Jinghong's chest to stand steady, and subconsciously stepped back, trying to distance herself, but Mo Jinghong hugged her into his hot arms, and his big hands stroked her back, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

"Cheng'er, don't resist me, don't hide from me."

Wen Qingcheng could hear Mo Jinghong's low and hoarse voice above her ears. Feeling the warm embrace, Wen Qingcheng felt a sweet and helpless feeling in her heart.

Mo Jinghong rubbed his chin against the top of Wen Qingcheng's head. His longing for her for so long was finally satisfied at this moment. He couldn't guess Wen Qingcheng's thoughts before, and was afraid that some of his actions would offend her. Now that he knew that she liked him, he finally didn't have to suppress his emotions. He could hug her like this and smell the faint fragrance emanating from her body.

There was a moment of cloudiness in Mo Jinghong's eyes. He felt the originally soft body in his arms become a little stiff. He looked down and saw Wen Qingcheng looking a little nervous. Mo Jinghong's eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Relax." Mo Jinghong patted Wen Qingcheng's back gently.

"Let me go." Wen Qingcheng pushed him gently, but he held her tighter.

"I know what you are worried about. Give me some time." The man's rough voice sounded in my ears, as if he was making some kind of promise.

Wen Qingcheng didn't understand what was going on, so she broke free from his embrace and looked up at him. Their eyes met. Mo Jinghong's pair of deep, bright, starry eyes were filled with a kind of determination.

"What are you going to do?" Wen Qingcheng tilted her head slightly and looked at him with some doubt.

"For our future..." Mo Jinghong smiled more gently, "Okay, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

"What exactly are you planning to do? I won't sleep if you don't tell me!" Wen Qingcheng asked, tilting her head back.

Mo Jinghong chuckled and leaned over slowly. Wen Qingcheng could feel his breath brushing against her face like a feather.

"If you don't leave, I'm going to kiss you..." Mo Jinghong's voice was low and hoarse, and there was a certain desire and restraint in his originally clear eyes.

Wen Qingcheng was totally unprepared. She had been a widower since her previous life. When she suddenly heard him say he wanted to kiss her, the tips of her ears instantly turned red like persimmons.

"Brother Mo! You have become a bad person." Wen Qingcheng ran away as if escaping.

Mo Jinghong looked at the girl's graceful back in the moonlight, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.