I wish you Chang'an

When Mu Shaobai woke up again, it was almost evening.

Zhitong was the first to find out, and said happily, "Young Master, you finally woke up. Amitabha God bless you, you scared Zhitong to death."

Seeing Zhitong playing tricks, Mu Shaobai couldn't help but twitch his lips.

After seeing the familiar environment, I understood it, and didn't ask any more questions.

However, Zhi Tong kept talking, "My lord, you don't even know how scary you were at that time. To say something shouldn't be said, then Mr. Mo is too unscrupulous. Even if he is kind to you, he can't spoil you like this... "

After hearing this, Mu Shaobai interrupted lightly before he could continue, "Uncle Mo's family treats me like a second parent, and Mo Feili is just like a younger brother who is the same age as me, so I have to take care of it anyway. Don't say such irrelevant things in the future."

Zhitong saw him like this, so he had no choice but to keep silent. A voice sounded outside the door:

"Zhitong, is the young master awake?"

Zhitong opened the door and said, "Sister Jinxiu, come in quickly."

A woman in Tsing Yi came in slowly, carefully holding porridge and a few simple appetizers.

Said: "Young master, Jinxiu cooked some porridge for the young master, as well as your favorite appetizers."

"En." Zhitong helped him to get up slowly, and Jinxiu took a stool for the porridge and fed it carefully.

Mu Shaobai couldn't eat after half a bowl.

Zhitong went to bring the medicine.

After Mu Shaobai took the medicine and took a bath, it was already dark.

But he couldn't fall asleep no matter what, the words that Mo Feili whispered in his ear during the day could not dissipate for a long time.

At that moment, he fell into an ice cave, as if he had returned to the time seven years ago, when he was called a child prodigy.

But he could only watch his father seriously ill, his life passing away bit by bit, and he was powerless; he watched his mother die in front of his father's coffin, but he was powerless; Continue his father's hope, but when this day comes, he realizes that he knows nothing and can't do anything.He has nothing to do with those old and cunning guys; he can't even find a way to refute his subordinates' doubts.

The self-confidence he was proud of became something that trampled him and tortured him. If there was no Uncle Mo, the Mu family would have been over long ago.

He knew that Mo Feili was actually much better than him, and had more business intelligence than him, but his temper was too stubborn.

He just didn't want to see people who grew up like him and regret it when they lost it. He really didn't want that kind of pain to happen again.

Could it be... was he wrong again this time...

Similarly, Mo Feili, who was in the Mo Mansion, also couldn't sleep at night,

I don't know if he is awake or if he can eat...

Could it be that he has fallen asleep now, he must have woken up and stayed up late again, how could his body bear it?

Are you really mad at yourself?Thinking of this, Mo Feili hugged his head and beat it a few times, and thought angrily: I was too inconsiderate when I spoke, it must remind him of the past, what should I do now.

"Hey... Mo Feili, Mo Feili, please speak quickly!"

So the next day, Mo Fei got up early before dawn, and his nostalgia had to follow suit.

Miss quietly yawned, looked at the black eyes of his young master, and said, "Did you not rest well at night, young master?"

"Hey, don't mention it. I was always thinking about Shaobai last night, so I didn't sleep."

"The young master needs some food, so he should have a good rest."

"Where is the time?" Mo Feili lay down on the table and regretted, "If I hadn't spoken out and done ridiculous things, how could Shaobai have fainted?"

Missing my heart silently despising my son, I knew why I was so...

With a calm face, he said: "Young Master Mu is now considered as the only one of your own, Young Master. How could we really cut off contact? From the perspective of Miss, Young Master Mu is at most giving Young Master a cold face for a few days."

Mo Feili sighed, and said with a bitter face: "You can be regarded as growing up with us, how did I know that you didn't say these things to comfort me? I'm afraid Shaobai is really angry this time."

Miss looked at his young master, and couldn't bear to say: "Master, you should be more peaceful these few days, don't mess around with those little girls and singers, take good care of the Mo family, and I will go to Zhitong in a few days Check out the tone, maybe Mr. Mu will calm down?"

Mo Feili regained his energy when he heard it, and said happily, "Okay, as long as I don't lose my temper, I can do whatever I want."

Miss Fu'e, with his son like this, I'm afraid only Mr. Mu can manage it.

In the Mu residence, Zhitong put away the stove, and Jinxiu brought some porridge and side dishes.

Mu Shaobai only used a little after cleaning his hands.

"My lord, is the food not to your liking?" Jin Xiu asked cautiously.

"It's okay, I can't eat it, so let's withdraw."

"Yes." Jinxiu was a little worried and withdrew her things.

Go to make medicine for him again.

Mu Shaobai came to the desk and began to check the accounts.

In fact, he doesn't have to read these accounts by himself, but he still dare not relax.

Zhitong was a little worried, and said: "My lord, why did it start again, I just fainted yesterday, let's rest for a while."

"It just so happens that the pansies that Uncle Chen sowed in the garden bloom brightly in spring, why don't you go and have a look."

Mu Shaobai knew that Zhitong was worried about him, but he couldn't let go of Mo Feili's words all the time, but he couldn't make them worry anymore, so he put down his pen and said, "Go and see."

Zhitong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately agreed.

Zhi Tong held an umbrella at the side, pointed to the flowers on the high platform in front of him and said, "Look, my lord, that is the pansy that old man Chen planted, red, white and purple, very beautiful."

Mu Shaobai is dressed in white clothes, just like the white pansies in the flower bed, frail and beautiful, as if he will be burned by the hot flame in the next second, next to the white is a gorgeous fiery red, different from the illusion of white, Under the sunlight, the fiery red flowers became more and more bright and beautiful, and the fluffy vitality made Mu Shaobai reach out his hand, stroking the petals with his white fingertips.

"You said, will the other side be burned by it?"

Zhitong laughed and said, "What did you say, young master? Don't you think it's going well?"

Mu Shaobai suddenly smiled, and murmured: "It should be so."

Zhitong didn't think much of it, and said after hearing the words: "Your Excellency, do you like it?"

"Well, let's change them to white ones next time, it looks more pleasing."

"Yes."

After standing for a while, Mu Shaobai went back.