The heroine of fast wear, she's a little sick

Chapter 41 Fun at Noble Academy (40)

A woman dressed as a servant knelt on the ground and reported to Second Young Master Mo what she had just seen.

Mo Qingye leaned lazily on the chair, took a sip of tea calmly, and casually played with the cup in her hand, not intending to make her stand up.

The Mohist family is a long-standing and ancient family. Many customs still retain the old customs of the feudal generation. The master is the master, and the servant is the servant.

The maid couldn't read his mind, so she continued to kneel.

After a long time, he said slowly, "Tell me, did Mo Qiyou take Miss Mu away just now?"

"Yes, young master." The behavior of those two people is not the same as they just met, as long as they have made meritorious service, they will...

"Then why don't you stop, um~"

"Uh..." The servant raised his head in surprise, to stop?How could she stop her? He is a high-ranking young master, so if he crushed her to death, it would be as easy as crushing an ant?
"I didn't stop you...you came here to report to Master Ben...you..." The corners of your lips curled up sarcastically, "What's your intention?"

The servant quickly lowered his head in horror and lay down on the ground, his words were sincere and sincere, "Second Young Master, I can learn from my sincerity to you!"

"Heaven and earth can learn from each other..." Mo Qingye put down the cup in his hand, stepped down from his seat and walked towards her. His face was as delicate as a manga boy's expressionless face, but the coercion brought by it made people feel unable to move. On the ground The person only felt a chill creeping up his spine, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"But this young master clearly said that he would treat her as if he were treating me, and you watched her being taken away. Do you think this young master's words are not enough, or do you think this young master is not as noble as that lowly Mo Qiyou!" Sweep all the things on the table, making a loud noise.

The people on the ground were so frightened that their bodies would stick to the ground, so they could only kowtow.

Mo Qingye waved to the surroundings, and immediately two men in black clothes and sunglasses came over and lifted her up one by one.

"Throw her to Snake Island."

"Yes."

"No!!" She yelled heart-piercingly after hearing the word "Snake Island", "No! Second Young Master, I know I was wrong, please don't!"

Snake Island is a place where people can't live but can't die.

Mo Qingye didn't give that person a single corner of her eyes. She lay lazily halfway on the chair and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

Why hasn't Zimo come back? Sure enough, he won't feel sleepy only when he sees her.

……

"Miss Mu." A man dressed as a housekeeper and wearing glasses suddenly stopped her.

Zimo raised her eyebrows and turned around, why are people always looking for her recently.

"The master is looking for you."

It was Mo Qiyou just now, has it become Mo Hanxian now?

"Let's go." Zimo cooperatively walked ahead of her.

The man adjusted his glasses and followed her.

Zimo frowned with her back to him, feeling that something was wrong with the housekeeper, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

But if you talk about the entire Mo family, there may be very few people who want to touch her, and the people on the side of the second young master will not touch her.

So...it shouldn't be aimed at her.

Since it wasn't aimed at her, Zimo didn't bother to pay attention, and came to the study at a faster speed.

In the study, Mo Hanxian was sitting on a luxurious chair, similar to Mo Qingye and Mo Qiyou, except that there were some imperceptible wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which showed that he was also a flirtatious young master when he was young.

The chair was placed high, as if looking down on everyone in the study.

The corners of Zimo's lips curled up, as expected, she was still not used to looking up at others.

"Go back."

"Yes." The butler stepped back, and a slightly weird light flashed through the lens of his lowered head, and Zimo couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Although it's none of your business, it's always good to be wary of something.

After the man stepped back, Zimo sat down on the side seat very calmly, with his legs folded gracefully.

"looking for me?"

(End of this chapter)