[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Song Zheji: "..."

Seeing Song Zheji staring at his hand in a daze, Mo Yihuan remembered that there was no etiquette for shaking hands in ancient times. He was too direct just now, and Song Zheji might have been frightened.He hurriedly withdrew his hand, scratched his hair and said, "Well, Mr. Song, I have admired you for a long time, and I want to get to know you, is that okay?"

Song Zheji was slightly taken aback: "Admiration... me?"

Mo Yihuan nodded vigorously: "Yeah!" and said nonsense: "I met you before, don't you remember?"

Song Zheji paused, and smiled slightly: "I have been to Mo country before, and I had to meet Mr. Mo once. I am very amazed by your celestial appearance."

As expected of the male lead, he speaks nicely!Otherwise, someone can be the male lead, a certain villain named Ji next door should learn from her!

Mo Yihuan touched his face, sighed, "But now..."

"May I offend you?" Song Zheji pondered, "Mr. Mo's face...why did it become like this?"

As soon as Mo Yihuan mentioned this, he would have something to say, he told the story of himself being captured by Ji Yue as a male favourite, vividly and vividly.Song Zheji showed a sympathetic look on his face, he sighed, shook his head and said, "Mr. Mo has been wronged... Now that the Ji Kingdom is the most powerful, I was sent here as a hostage because of no other choice, so that the Song Kingdom would be stable for a while. "

Seeing that there was a resonance, Mo Yihuan immediately hit the iron rails while it was hot: "Then, since we are all so miserable, we still have a common enemy. Can I be your friend?"

Song Zheji was taken aback for a moment, then his eyebrows were slightly curved, and his smile was warm: "They are all from the Hakka village, so it's good to have a son as a companion."

Mo Yihuan said "yes" in his heart, the plan is approved!

Song Zheji said again: "However, I still have important things to do now, how about having a drink with Mr. Mo next time I have time?"

Mo Yihuan hurriedly said: "You are busy with your work, I will go and play with you when the time comes!"

Song Zheji bowed again, turned and left.Mo Yihuan looked at his back with a wretched smile on his face.

Is the hero's halo a joke?As long as he hugs this person's thigh tightly, the prosperity and wealth will come at hand, isn't that within easy reach?

Mo Yihuan was making some small calculations in her heart, and when she turned her head, she saw that Chunhua was also staring at Song Zheji's back in a daze.

Mo Yihuan turned his arm: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Chunhua came back to his senses, and muttered with a reddish face, "...Young Master Song is so pretty."

Mo Yihuan: "?"

Hmm... Thinking about it, Song Zheji is indeed a handsome guy.It's just that he may have watched Ji Yue too much, and he didn't feel anything just now.

Thinking of this, Mo Yihuan couldn't help blurting out: "How about comparing with His Majesty? Who is better looking?"

"Your Majesty is also pretty!" Chunhua said with a blushing face, "It's just that Mr. Song and His Majesty have different views. Mr. Song is gentle and elegant, and Your Majesty is... the unruly kind!"

Bohemian?What the hell kind of adjective is this?

Mo Yihuan continued to tease her: "Do you like this Mr. Song?"

Chunhua's face was almost red like a tomato: "I, I didn't..."

"Tsk tsk tsk! Your face is red, and you still say no?"

"Oh! Brother Mo, stop teasing me!" Chunhua stomped shyly, punching Mo Yihuan's chest.Mo Yihuan was staggered by this fierce punch, almost squatting on the ground.

Chunhua hurried over to help him: "Brother Mo, is everything alright?"

"..." Mo Yihuan suspected that he was injured internally by this punch.Coughing while clutching his chest, he swore inwardly that he would never tease her again!

After a day of shopping during the day, and returning to the bedroom at night, Mo Yihuan was already too tired to get up lying on the bed.

Chunhua went to bring him dinner.Mo Yihuan lay on the bed and waited for a long time, his stomach growling with hunger, and finally waited until the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Mo Yihuan yelled: "You're back! You're slow to death!"

There was no movement for a while, Mo Yihuan said impatiently: "What are you talking about, hurry up and bring me the rice!"

"Huan'er hungry? So impatient." A deep and magnetic male voice sounded behind him.