Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 12 I just want you to be happy

At night, in a corner of Wu's manor.

Wu Henan and a bald man were facing each other.

That man is indeed Brother Kui!
"Bald Kui, how do you do things?
I finally got my dad and Wu Mohuan to quarrel and forced Wu Mohuan to run away from home.

It's good for you, you can't even keep up with yourself, yet you let her come back and let me...
snort! "

Wu Henan reprimanded Brother Kui.

The smile that had been on his face during the day turned into violence and gloom at this moment.

"Young master, I really didn't handle this matter well.

In the future, I will definitely send more men to keep an eye on the eldest lady 24 hours a day! "

Brother Kui lowered his head, looking terrified.

Wu Henan stared at Brother Kui coldly, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Bald Kui, don't forget who helped you forge your identity.

Otherwise, with your background as a fugitive, can you live in Wucheng with integrity?

If you let me down next time."

"Puff-"

Brother Kui knelt down on the ground, like a military order: "Next time I mess things up, my bald Kui will chop off my own finger and serve the young master with wine!"

Wu Henan didn't speak, but just stared at Brother Kui for a long time, until he stared at Brother Kui's bald head until cold sweat broke out.

Then he said coldly: "Let me ask you, has Wu Mohuan met any calligraphy masters in the past two days?"

"This..." Brother Kui scratched his bald head.

Wu Henan shook his head, and then he remembered that everyone had disappeared. Who knew if Wu Mohuan had come into contact with any calligraphy masters?

"After we go back, besides keeping an eye on Wu Mohuan, we will also investigate this matter.

Within three days, I want all the materials of that calligrapher, do you hear me? ! "

"As ordered!"

The more Hou San thought about it, the more wrong he became.

After beating Lu Pinao violently, it was really refreshing.

But looking back and thinking about it carefully, Hou San realized something was wrong.

Brother Kui asked him to beat Lu Pinao, because Lu Pinao was the "ghost" in the bookstore, and said that the bookstore belonged to Lu Pinao.

But if this is the case, why did Lu Pinao hire Hou San to burn down his bookstore?
No matter how you think about it, it is illogical.

Could it be that the "ghost" in the bookstore is someone else?

So during the day, Hou San called a few more people.

Get ready to be bold and explore Wuming Bookstore again!
Meanwhile, in the bookstore.

"It's you, are things better?"

Liang Mu looked at Wu Mohuan standing in front of him, and asked with concern.

He could clearly see the dark circles under Wu Mohuan's eyes, and thought that this poor little girl might be suffering from the disease again.

Wu Mohuan moved out of the manor early in the morning.

Before she settled down and saluted, she hurried to the bookstore.

Because of the calligraphy that Liang Mu gave her, she suffered from insomnia all night!

She has a lot of doubts, she must ask Liang Mu to clarify them face to face!

Hearing Liang Mu's question now, he felt even more suspicious.

What do you mean is the situation better?

She thought of the Liang Mu that Bai Xi had described to her.

In Bai Xi's mouth, Liang Mu is a godly boss who can pinch and count, and there is nothing he can hide from him.

If it were the day before yesterday, Wu Mohuan would have scoffed at this.

But after experiencing yesterday's calligraphy incident, she always felt that Liang Mu in front of her was shrouded in a fog that she couldn't see through.

He couldn't help being shaken by Bai Xi's words.

If Liang Mu can really calculate, does this sentence mean something?
In Wu Mohuan's mind, his situation at home flashed through.

And, those "little bugs" who have followed behind in recent days.

Is it
Wu Mohuan shook his head secretly, still thinking that Liang Mu couldn't possibly be so powerful.

She looked up into Liang Mu's eyes, took out the calligraphy, and asked seriously: "Why did you send me this calligraphy?
What does the dead tree in spring represent? "

Liang Mu looked at his own handwriting, a little confused.

Why did Wu Mohuan ask such a question?

Could it be that she is not good at Chinese and doesn't understand the meaning of the expression "withered wood in spring"?
Liang Mu looked at Wu Mohuan in front of him, and found that she was still dressed in black today.

But it wasn't yesterday's outfit, but a tighter outfit that highlighted her figure.

The exquisite figure exudes a different kind of charm.

Although Liang Mu didn't ask about Bai Xi's school, he could tell from Bai Xi's usual dress that he was a student.

However, Wu Mohuan in front of him didn't look like a student should be dressed.

Instead, she looks like a little girl who has been in society for many years.

Maybe it was because of a terminal illness that he didn't go to school?
So because I don't read much, I don't understand the meaning of spring with a dead tree?
Thinking of this, Liang Mu felt more and more pitiful for Wu Mohuan.

He was about to explain the meaning of spring with a dead tree, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not right.

Is it bad to mention the word about the disease to a terminally ill patient?

After thinking for a while, Liang Mu finally found a suitable reason, and looked at Wu Mohuan with a smile: "There is no other reason for sending you this letter, I just hope you can be happier."

As he spoke, he patted Wu Mohuan on the head comfortingly.

Is that subtle enough?

It shouldn't make this delicate daisy sad, right?
Wu Mohuan stood dumbfounded.

Growing up so big, it seemed that it was the first time someone of the opposite sex touched her head.

Even her father, Wu Tianxiong, had never allowed her to do such an intimate gesture since he was a child.

She is like a rebellious wild rose, always out of tune with this world.

The only thing that can make her let go of her guard is Bai Xi's bright and blooming sunflower.

But in this unnamed bookstore, within a short distance, a man she had only known for a day was touching her head intimately!

But that's not the scariest part!

The most frightening thing was that Wu Mohuan couldn't feel any disgust or resistance to this.

As if everything is so natural.

At this moment, Wu Mohuan couldn't help but recall what Duanmuyan said yesterday.

"The so-called artistic conception includes the full emotions of the writer when he writes, the content of the words, and the .
What the writer entrusts between the lines is the sincere emotion he really wants to express to the recipient! "

Moreover, this sentence was combined with what Liang Mu said just now.

"There is no other reason for sending you this letter, I just hope you can be happier."

Swah——

Wu Mohuan's face was suddenly filled with blush.

Like a piece of clear sky, a gorgeous sunset suddenly rises.

In an instant, the beauty is beyond measure.

"what happened to you?"

When Liang Mu saw that Wu Mohuan's face was frighteningly red, his heart skipped a beat.

This chick is terminally ill, right? !

He quickly put his hand on Wu Mohuan's flushed face to determine whether Wu Mohuan had a fever.

But Liang Mu didn't realize that his subconscious actions became another flame that detonated the volcano in Wu Mohuan's heart.

It's fine if the man on the opposite side touched her head, but now he has to touch her face even further? ! !
"you--"

Wu Mohuan was ashamed and angry, and was about to speak.

However, at this moment, she found that Liang Mu suddenly looked outside the door.

His eyes gradually became playful.

"Looks like there are a few bugs coming."

(End of this chapter)