Chapter 62 The Seventh Prince

She looked at Ye Suhan's cold face, and even when she was talking to Mr. Mo, she felt like she was a thousand miles away from others, but why was she so warm when she looked at him?
Mo Shunuan couldn't figure it out, shook her head, and buried her head in her meal. Some things were too profound, and she was the one who was bothered.

After lunch, Old Man Mo and Ye Suhan sat together to discuss the disaster. Not long after, the village chief and the more prestigious elders of Qinghe Village also came to the tent.

Fortunately, the tent that Mo Qianyan had set up before was relatively large, so there were so many people standing there and it didn't feel crowded.

Sitting next to Mo Yarou, Mo Shunuan pretended to be watching Mo Yarou make clothes, but in fact, she had wandered into the crowd not far away, Ye Suhan's side.

"Village Chief, I have already sent someone to investigate the affected area, and I have a general understanding..." Ye Suhan's voice was still so cold, and he asked the guard behind him to take out a blueprint, and pointed at the blueprint seriously. The scene depicted above speaks of.

Mo Shunuan originally wanted to hear what they had to say, but was gradually bewitched by Ye Suhan's beauty.

The young man's face was expressionless, Danfeng's eyes were slightly squinted, and his slender fingers moved on the drawing, saying that a serious man is the most handsome, and he was right.

"Then I'm going to call someone."

At some point, the discussion with Mr. Mo was over, the village head said impassionedly, and immediately walked out of the tent first, followed by several elders.

Ye Suhan raised his eyes, glanced at Mo Shunuan, saw the little girl staring straight at him, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Mo Shunuan was dazzled by his smile, and then came back to her senses, how long did she stare at others.

In an instant, her face was as red as a monkey's butt, she quickly pretended not to care, and watched Mo Yarou make clothes from the side.

"Suhan, let's go too." Old Master Mo spoke to Ye Suhan, just like talking to Mo Shunuan, with a hint of warmth and respect.

Right now, Ye Suhan was staring at Mo Shunuan's back, and when he heard Mr. Mo's words, he nodded slightly without answering, and stepped out of the tent.

Mo Wen'an and Mo Nanhua, who were still young, stayed in the family. The four brothers Mo Qianyan took the hoe they had specially carried before, and followed Mr. Mo out of the tent, and the three brothers Mo Yiying.

Taking the time for the village chief to call for someone, Ye Suhan walked up to Mo Qianyan, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Second Uncle Mo raised a good girl."

"Seventh Prince, what do you mean by these words?" Mo Qianyan looked vigilant. Although they and the emperor were grasshoppers on the same line, that didn't mean they could reach out here.

"She is very similar to the person in my king's dream." Ye Suhan did not pursue Mo Qianyan's disrespect, and said calmly while looking into the distance.

Mo Qianyan was a little puzzled what Ye Suhan meant when he said this, and saw that the person had already walked to the front.

He didn't think deeply about what Ye Suhan meant. This young man was more powerful and terrifying than they imagined. He went into battle at the age of ten and killed countless enemies. He, as long as he can avoid confrontation, he will not confront confrontation.

Then he thought about reminding his eldest daughter later, after all, Ye Suhan and Mo Yarou were about the same age, but he didn't know that the person Ye Suhan was talking about was Ah Nuan from his family.

"Dong Qi, don't mention what happened last night." Ye Suhan walked in front and said to Dong Qi who was holding an umbrella behind him.

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