Rescuing the Supporting Character

For more than ten days, Yan Renqing did not appear in other hospitals. According to the housekeeper, the general was very busy recently.

Wen did not ask what he was busy with. Now it is very good. She doesn't have to worry about how to deal with him, and she doesn't have to avoid the embarrassment that Wen Hou left for her.

Anyway, the Lord is not showing up, and how to urge her will not help.

As for Mo Xie, I don’t know what I’m busy with all the time. In addition to dinner, I will shake it in front of her at regular intervals. At other times, I will not see anyone.

Don't ask her why she knows that he is not there. Wen is the most common thing to do now, that is, when he is bored, he will call his name from time to time.

As long as Mo Xie does not appear in the next second, it proves that he is not in the yard at all.

Wen Ru is the current life is very regular, every morning I used to have breakfast, accompanied by Liu and Yu, went to the small garden to make a bend, and then returned to the room to watch the book.

In the afternoon, she learned to be a man's gown. She had already wasted a whole good brocade, and finally made a dress that she could barely get a hand.

"If the general knows that his wife is always glaring at him, he will be very happy." Liu touched the first finished robes made by her own lady, and changed her mouth to help her grandfather say good things.

Wen Ruyi glanced at her, and did not refute, just faintly said: "Put this piece up, let people help me to move the silk of the mysterious dark flowers in the storeroom."

Liu’s stunned and asked inexplicably: “There have been several things that have been done. The generals are not bad at that point of clothing, and they can’t wear them any more.”

Wen Ruo hooked the corners of his mouth, bowed his head and selected the pattern without answering.

Who said that she wanted to help Yan Renqing to make clothes, and to give him a few pieces of clothes that had been scrapped, even if he gave him enough face. The first few pieces are just hands-on exercises. Now is the beginning. I don’t know if Mo Xie put on her carefully sewed robes, what will be the best and the brilliance.

Wen Ru is picking up a prime note that depicts the hibiscus flower. This pattern is simple and freehand. It is most suitable for use as a front and a half exposed rim. She can use some deep and shallow silver thread with the color of the black flower, he will love it.

Liu, who had not been answered, took the lead and went out. After a while, he brought people back with the cloth. Followed by her, there is a butler who has not appeared for a long time.

"The warm banquet, especially pointed out, hope that the lady can attend with the general." After the words, the housekeeper said with a blank expression, waiting for her reply.

Wen Ruo glanced at the gold-plated invitation on the table and asked in an understatement: "What do the generals say?"

"The general wants the lady to dress up a little more beautifully, and will come to the other hospital to pick you up later." For her husband-first attitude, the housekeeper was very satisfied, and the words could not help but bring a little respect.

"I know, I will be ready on time," Wen said, and continued to smile. "In these few days, I specially sewed a robes for the generals. I also hope that I can see the generals wearing my hands." Do the clothes to attend."

She squatted down at Liu and signaled that she would take out the clothes she had made.

Five or six pieces of rough purple robes were laid on the table. Wen was like the one who picked up the earliest one. He ordered the bag to be handed over to the butler and smiled at the housekeeper: "I believe the general will not let me." Disappointed, right?"

Then the housekeeper of the package took a slap in the mouth, and there were so many women who wanted to sew the objects for the generals. As for the generals, they would not be able to wear them.

It was not long before the housekeeper who had left the entanglement, Mo Xie appeared at the door.

"I went to the garden and walked with me. You don't have to follow me." It's hard to see him, Wen Ruo naturally throws away the idlers, and takes the lead to the small garden where there is no shopping.

After a long absence, he couldn't see him crying. Wen couldn't help but open his mouth. "What have you been busy with recently, how can you never see your figure?"

"Practice, think of ways to unlock." Mo Xie whispered back.

Wen Ruo’s eyes widened, and when he reached out, he went to lick his sleeves. The eyes were still intact. She sighed and couldn’t tell if she was comforting him or comforting herself: “It’s okay, we will always find a way. ""

Mo Xie glanced at her and didn't talk. He directly removed the lock by holding the lock three times.

Wen looked at it all the time. She reached out and took a heavy shackle and looked at it for a long while. No damage at all... How did he do it?

"When someone is there, I will still wear it. You just need to know that this thing is now unable to trap me. If you want to leave, we can leave at any time." Mo Xie looked down at her hair. Explain softly.

Although she is not fully prepared yet, as long as she speaks at the moment, he will not hesitate to take her to the palace again.

Wen looked up and looked at him with a smile: "The situation is better than I expected. We don't have to leave now."

Not paying attention to his bleak eyes, she took his hand with joy and laughed. "Without the shackles of that thing, you can try on the clothes I made for you tomorrow night."

Mo Xie stunned, forgot to take back his hand, and replied stupidly: "...isn't that done for the general?" He heard her let the butler tell, hope that the general can put on her hands. The robes made.

Every night before going to sleep, he will go to see her once, always seeing her sitting in front of the lamp and doing a female red.

Her low neckline is soft and the corners of her mouth are often smirking, and the focus looks so that he can't help but admire the man she is thinking of.

He did not think that the young lady might have done it for himself, but immediately, Moxie vetoed such a delusion. He is just a low-profile guard. How can he hope that the lady will personally sew clothes for herself? This disrespectful idea is simply not self-sufficient.

Today, he finally knows that the man is Yan Renqing.

Also, he is a well-deserved husband of the young lady. Although she has not yet performed a gift, she cannot change the fact that she will become a daughter-in-law.

She has no intention of fleeing this place with him now. However, just as he was inexplicably depressed, she said she would try to wear the clothes she made.

Mo is a bit awkward. He didn't even think about it, why he was sad at the moment, and then he was happy again.

"The one that was given to him was only a practice, and he couldn’t see anyone." Wen Ru seems to enjoy his stupid expression. She smiled and smiled at her face. "Of course, it’s not the same for you." I am very much looking forward to seeing my family’s Mo Xie wearing the clothes I made myself, and I will definitely be mad at myself."

Mo Xie frowned. He didn't need to be fascinated. The hidden guards should have been low-key. The gorgeous costumes were rather cumbersome.

No, what he should think now is not what to wear, but why the lady wants to make clothes for him. Mo Xie frowned and thought hard, not realizing that his right hand was still in the warm and tender hands.

"Mo Xie," Wen Ruo turned his eyes and lowered his voice and asked softly. "Is there anyone else in the neighborhood?"

Moxie looked at her in confusion and looked at her. Although she didn't know why she asked this question, she still replied honestly: "Nobody."

Wen Ru is a smile, Mo Xie's good martial arts is her conviction, since he said no, then there will be no one else can see them pulling in the garden.

She boldly leaned into his arms and hugged his strong waist. The dagger was still honed twice on his chest, and then he softly said softly: "The whole day was not seen. I miss you, I miss you."

The soft body of the arms was fragrant, and the whole face was flushed with Mo Xie. When he raised his hand and wanted to push it away, he did not know why. He held both hands in the air for a long while, and did not have the courage to say the protest.

Finally, I had to compromise and squeeze out two words: "... Miss."

"Yeah." Wen was proud to bend his mouth and deliberately ignored his embarrassment.

Mo Xie's body was more rigid. For a long time, she was satisfied with letting go of him. She looked up and admired his red face and nodded. "I am your person now. You are responsible to me. Do you know?" ”

Mo Xie’s head has burned into a paste. He doesn’t understand why he’s just fine. He said that Miss suddenly became his own.

Be responsible for? How is it responsible? He has been protecting her with loyalty. If this is not responsible, what should I count?

Soon, Wen Ruyi gave him the answer. "At the latest three years, you have to marry me, otherwise I will go to the drums and scream, and tell you that you will end up chaos."

This is simply a blue sky, and Moxie is frightened by the whole person.

Let him marry Miss, this is simply something he never dared to think about. She should be the master who she wholeheartedly supplies, she can live for her, die for her, but, go home to be a wife?

He never thought that he would marry his wife to form a family. His life has been destined to be Miss's hidden guard, and he does not need those worldly ties.

However, the young lady actually said that he would be his wife.

Is it the kind of childbearing for him? No, this is simply a slap on the lady! Mo Xie wants to cry, he can't explain it completely under the resistance of his own emotions, and the faint joy that can't be ignored.

"Mo Xie," Wen Ruo raised his toes, his arms hooked on his neck, staring at his gaze, like a glimpse of autumn water, her red lips ignited a light smile, "I Like you, how about you?"

Wen Yan Mo Xie took a step back, but forgot that Wen is hanging on him, this step not only did not open their distance, but let her arm more tightly.

Looking at his forehead because of the thin sweat that leaked out of tension, Wen was a chuckle. "You don't have to answer me now. When do you think about it, when can you tell me?"

"However, it is not allowed to escape." Wen Ru looked at his thin lips, which he was close to, and wanted to touch it, but he did not dare to do it too much at a time, otherwise he might be scared away.

She looked up and looked at his flustered black sorrow, seriously speaking, "I like you, want to marry you, is serious, not a joke."