My wife can't be like this

Mr. Mo's 36 Strategies 2,

As soon as Wen Shao entered the gate of Wenfu, he already knew the news that Mo Yu was waiting at the door of the study. For a while, Wen Shao almost wanted to turn around and go back to the barracks.

It's not that I really don't want to see that young man. In fact, since that night, the image of Mo Yu blushing and studying next to him has appeared in Wen Shao's mind from time to time. When he tilts his head slightly, he can see the focused attention on the young man's face. The expression on their faces, as if they were not watching some erotic pictures, but just studying a cartoon like they did in the afternoon.

But when the young man read out the plot of the characters in the book sentence by sentence, which was so similar to the two of them, Wen Shao's heartbeat became uncontrollable again.Just like what Mo Yu said, no matter how indifferent Wen Shao is, it is not impossible, not to mention that he himself has a good impression of Mo Yu, a type that he has never been around. In such an atmosphere, Wen Shao can't help but want to leave. The boy is closer, but sitting side by side is still too far away, if you change the posture...

Wen Shao's gaze turned and fell on the booklet again. The picture on it turned into a real pornographic picture. From the picture, he could see the woman calling the general intermittently, her cold face It seems to overlap slightly with another face.

Wen Shao didn't realize his predicament until the boy woke him up with some doubts, but facing the clear-eyed Mo Yu's request to find another concubine, Wen Shao couldn't help feeling ashamed and frightened, and even more so. Mixed with a bit of bitterness that popped up: Zipei has ruined a lot since marrying into the Wen family, not to mention that Zipei has a clear mind and doesn't understand Longyang's affairs at all, and I have a dirty mind, so why bother to involve him again.

With this kind of mood, Wen Shao spent several days looking for information in the study with peace of mind, reflecting on himself by the way, but he didn't expect this young man to come to the door in person today. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but walk a little faster .

As soon as Wen Shao turned into the yard, he saw Mo Yu sitting quietly on the stone bench.

"It's cold at night, why don't you sit in the room?" Wen Shao walked over, intending to put on Mo Yupi, but he was wearing tights, so he didn't have the condition to take off one.

"Brother Zhenlu," Mo Yu stood up with a smile, "It's midsummer now, and the evening is a good time to enjoy the cool air. Why do you say that it's cool at night? Brother Zhenlu won't come to see me for a few days, I will stay alone The yard is really boring, so I thought of coming here to meet you."

Wen Shao's heart fluttered, and his expression couldn't help softening a little, "I have some things to be busy these few days."

"That's good. Zipei always thought that he had Meng Lang that night." Mo Yu turned his gaze around Wen Shao, "Brother Zhenlu, do you want to change your clothes first?"

"Well," Wen Shao nodded, "Zipei might as well go to the study and wait for a while, so that I can take a look at some things I just sorted out in the past few days."

This sentence was exactly what Mo Yu wanted. Young Master Mo nodded his head, got up and walked into Wen Shao's study.Wen Shao's study room is much larger than Mo Yu's, with tall bookshelves and dizzying books inside.After Mo Yu came in, he didn't do anything else, he found a place with a lot of military books and opened the black wooden box hidden under the food box, took out the book and stuffed it in hastily, then ordered Xiaoying to take the box away and bring the food Find a place to warm up, and after finishing these, I came to Wen Shao's desk in a serious manner.

Wen Shao's desk is well-crafted but minimal in style, unlike a literati who put a bottle that can hold calligraphy and painting next to the desk, and there are no useless decorations.In addition to a paperweight, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there are only high piles of military books and a stack of rice paper on which the words are recorded on the table.The words on the paper are vigorous and sharp, but not lacking in a calm atmosphere. Cuttlefish couldn't help but sigh that the words are like a person. On the other hand, looking at himself, he is probably a dick who has spent his life relying on pencils...

However, Mo Yu is the kind of person with a very optimistic spirit, and he quickly comforted himself thinking, "Even if I am a dick, I am still a handsome dick with a lot of money, and I can still marry the peerless little shou Hen Ha in the future." After thinking about this sentence of self-consolation, Mr. Mo Yu, the brain tonic emperor, began to disappear on the road of YY, causing him to hear the voice behind him before he had time to look at the content compiled by Wen Shao.

"Zipei thinks it's okay to write like this?" Mo Yu looked back, and Wen Shao had already changed his clothes and came back.

Naturally, it cannot be said that I have just been immersed in the great cause of brain supplementation and cannot extricate myself. "I'm ashamed to say it," said Young Master Mo in a serious way, "Zipei suddenly saw Brother Zhenlu's pen and ink, and felt that the pen and ink of the pen was a dragon's snake, with a natural temperament, and couldn't help but stare dumbfounded."

Wen Shao was stunned for a moment. He almost never writes at work, and his father at home is not very literate. The last time someone praised him for his good handwriting, he was still studying ethnology. The praise in this life was really beyond his expectations. . "This... Zipei is admirable." Wen Shao said uncomfortably, "Since I haven't watched it yet, why don't we explain it to you after dinner?"

Of course no problem!Mo Yu nodded, "Okay, I've been sitting in the yard for a long time, and I'm already hungry." There is no lack of suspicion in this sentence, but Mo Yu has been waiting here since he came out in the afternoon, and he has indeed done a lot. In addition to the time and the fact that he only drank some tea in the afternoon, he was really hungry at this time.

The two went back from the study to the stone table in the yard, and ordered someone to light the lamp. Xiao Ying arranged the food in the food box one by one. Mo Yu looked at it with great interest, but the more he looked, the darker his face became: Shrimp with leeks, stewed mutton with Eucommia ulmoides, sea cucumber tofu, pork kidney soup...the rest of the deer penis, dog kidney, etc., Mo Yu couldn't see it.

Wen Shao on the side was a little lost in thought, but after seeing Mo Yu's uneasy face, he couldn't help looking at the dishes on the table: "..."

"Zipei." Wen Shao looked helpless, and his voice was a little unwilling, "I'm really not..."

"I know." Mo Yu felt that her embarrassment had completely exploded, "I just asked the people below to prepare some food, I didn't expect them to get it wrong."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Xiao Ying knew it was not good, and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy, "General, these meals were indeed prepared by the servants on their own initiative, and the young master didn't know about it before."

"It's okay." Although Wen Shao has mixed feelings in his heart, it is impossible to really blame the maid brought by Mo Yu, "Leave some ordinary dishes, as for these..." Wen Shao looked at the strange dishes on the table. After scanning it, I couldn't laugh or cry, "Just take it down."