Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 572 So I Was a Flower Picker (18)

"Can you find out Xia Wanzhu's identity?" Mo Xuanchi asked.

"I found out that Miss Wanzhu was an orphan since she was a child, she was born without father and mother, she has been begging for a living, and then five years ago, she was accepted by the prodigal son Fei as an apprentice and became a flower-picking thief." Yazi said confidently.

Mo Xuanchi frowned, and the look in his eyes was hard to find, "Is she and the prodigal son Fei just a master-student relationship?"

"Yes, Mr. Xiang."

Mo Xuanchi walked to the desk and sat on the pear flower chair. He looked at Yazi, his black eyes were full of sternness, "The prodigal son Fei has always been ruthless, and his methods are not inferior to mine. How could someone like him be so cruel?" Have you moved your heart of compassion for a woman?"

Yaizhen walked up to Mo Xuanchi and said, "Mr. Xiang, it is said that heroes are saddened by beauty. If the prodigal Zifei falls in love with Miss Wan Zhu, everything is possible."

Mo Xuanchi narrowed his long eyes, and his voice was a little cold, "Like Xia Wanzhu?"

"Prime Minister, I have something that I don't know whether to tell you or not?"

"But it doesn't matter."

Yazi looked straight at Mo Xuanchi with his eyes, and said word by word: "Master Xiang, don't you think that you care too much about Miss Wanzhu recently? You are a hero, and this beauty is also your catastrophe. It has been spread throughout the Tianfu that Miss Wanzhu will soon become the mistress of this mansion."

Mo Xuanchi's eyes flickered, and he snorted coldly, "Yaizu, a hero is saddened by a beauty. The hero in this sentence is just a bandit and a reckless man. And I, Mo Xuanchi, will never delay important events because of a woman. Don't those who achieve great things have to get drunk and lie down on the knees of beautiful women, then wake up and take over the power of the world?"

"Master Xiang's words are justified, but this subordinate thinks it's better for you to stay away from Miss Wanzhu in the future."

Mo Xuanchi nodded, "The truth has its own conclusion."

Mo Xuanchi thought of the bottles and cans that fell from Xia Wanzhu's arms again, and asked, "Did you see clearly what the prodigal son Fei wrote to Xia Wanzhu?"

"A person like Xiang prodigal son Fei often hangs around among the flowers, and the things he brings must be only used in sexual intercourse."

Thinking of that girl hugging those things like a baby, Mo Xuanchi felt angry. He had never seen a woman who became a flower picker. How could such a woman be so unaware of self-love!

She has been with the prodigal son for five years, and she must have adopted many men in the past five years.

Suddenly, feeling tired, Mo Xuanchi waved his hand, "Yazi, you go down first."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

Looking out of the window, Mo Xuanchi seemed to be still echoing Yazi's words. Although he still didn't believe the words that the hero was finally destroyed in the hands of a woman, he felt guilty at that moment.

For Xia Wanzhu, he still doesn't know what kind of mood he is in. Recently, he has been really nice to her. Even tonight she pretended to be sick in front of him, but he actually agreed, and saw her fall down At that moment, he actually felt worried.

However, with his current status in Mo Xuanchi, what kind of woman does he want? Xia Wanzhu has probably become unclean after so many years. He, Mo Xuanchi, will never use a woman that other men have used.

I will never be soft-hearted towards this woman Xia Wanzhu in the future.

"Come on!"

"Master, what are your orders!" The young man guarding the door came in and said respectfully.

"Order down, let Xia Wanzhu move back to another courtyard, and go to the backyard to do groceries in the future, and don't have to serve me in front of me anymore."

The boy was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly, but finally said yes.

Mo Xuanchi leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes slightly. He didn't know if it was right or wrong to do so.

(End of this chapter)