The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

Mo Fusang didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his eyes turned and circled, and the red fan that was obvious in front of him landed on Hua Jing's body.

Hua Jing was at a loss, her hint was obvious enough, where is this person looking?
He followed Mo Fusang's gaze, but his face blushed instantly, his hand holding the handle of the fan tightened, his elbow suddenly raised, and he was about to fan him down.

Before the fan fell, the wind picked up first, and a strand of hair on Mo Fusang's forehead was blown mischievously by the small wind driven by the fan. The teasing eyes never flickered for half a minute.

It's not that Mo Fusang is not afraid of pain, but that he expected her not to do it.

"Old Fox!"

Huajing caught the flash of success in Mo Fusang's eyes, and put down her hand angrily.

She just didn't dare to fight, it was her god.

Hua Jing felt that her thoughts were like a mirror, and she could see everything in front of this man.

Taking a deep breath to calm down her previous mood, she grinned and handed the fan to Mo Fusang with a kind face.

"My guest, this is a good fan that is rare in a hundred years and a rare one in ten thousand years. If you don't sell it, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

Huajing opened his eyes and told nonsense, and blew a broken fan up into the sky.

Mo Fusang was not short of money, and he was extremely willing to act for her.

"Oh? Then I have to listen carefully. What's so wonderful about this treasure?"

Seeing that the guest is interested, Hua Jing takes advantage of the victory to pursue, and begins to exaggerate and describe everything.

"First of all, this is a handmade bamboo fan. The bamboo was specially found for thousands of years old bamboo, and more than a hundred bamboos were picked out, and then split open from the dozens of picked out, and the tenderest part inside was taken out, and collected again. Hundreds of kinds of petals were collected, mixed with Tianshan spring water, pounded into natural dyes, and painted dozens of times until the bamboo was soaked with flower juice inside and outside.

This fan is called the red bamboo fan, it feels cool to the touch, it's not jade but it's better than jade! "

Hua Jing spent a lot of time talking about the fan from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and then stared at Mo Fusang expectantly.

Mo Fusang held back his smile and pointed to the fan, "Look at your hands."

Huajing heard the sound and looked.

Her hands were fiery red, glowing red, somewhat like mottled blood spots.

"Ah! It's bleeding!"

Hua Jing threw down the fan, and blew her hand distressedly. Her eyes were full of tears, and she wanted to reach out to check the wound, but she was afraid of touching it, so she cried helplessly in place.

Mo Fusang's eyes were full of gloating, he squatted down, stretched out his two slender fingers to the cuffs, lightly pinched the sides of the bamboo fan on the ground, and lifted it up.

Put it in front of the flower mirror and shake it.

"It's faded."

Immediately, Hua Jing's crying stopped, and she coughed twice, thinking that her injured hand was quickly put behind her back, and she looked around with guilty eyes.

Isn't this slapping her in the face? It's also ten thousand years old bamboo, spring water from Tianshan Mountain, and thousands of petals.

It's a shame to throw it at grandma's house.

Now Hua Jing can't wait to pick up the fan and slap herself to death.

"Look at you, you got dye on your hair too."

Suddenly a hand broke Hua Jing's resentment, followed by a gentle and reproachful voice, instantly stiffening her body.

The hand on the forehead was rubbed very gently. If you didn't feel it carefully, you would think it was a gust of wind tickling, but with Mo Fusang's affectionate eyes, it was enough to make Huajing tremble three times.

She doesn't want money anymore.

You can't hook people up.

She was ready to run.

Just when his left leg moved less than half a step, a heavy voice came from above his head.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I'm not going anywhere, not going anywhere."

Hua Jing smiled resentfully, if it wasn't for the fact that she doesn't know anyone under the fence now, if she followed her temper, she would have killed him long ago.

A green-haired monster, with a bit of beauty, is too arrogant.

When she is in the mirror, let him have a taste of what is sinister in the world!

No matter how unhappy she was, she could only curse in her heart, under the offensive of Na Susu's eyes, Hua Jing's body recalcitrantly compromised.

"It's clean."

Looking at the restored white forehead, Mo Fusang seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Afterwards, Mo Fusang took out a bulging bag from his cuff and stuffed it into Hua Jing's arms without counting.

"Is this for me?"

Hua Jing hugged the money she had picked up for nothing, not happy, but wary, this person wouldn't want to wrap her with money, would he?
Huajing's trafficked face made Mo Fusang helplessly smile, does he look like a child trafficker?
"It's my loan to you. You have the potential to earn money. I believe you can pay it back."

"Potential, what potential?"

Huajing's glasses were all on, and it was really not easy to hear serious words from Mo Fusang.

It's just bragging about not drafting, but also bragging about the potential of the bragging.

Mo Fusang held back his laughter, and didn't say this, but tapped Huajing's cute little head with the tip of his fan, and said dotingly: "You have the potential to spend money, so you naturally know how to make money."

Huajing was annoyed, and slapped away Mo Fusang's flamboyant long fan, and then caressed her own fan in distress.

"You like fans so much?"

Mo Fusang couldn't bear to see Huajing looking at the fan all the time, but it was just the fan, why did she make herself unhappy?

At worst, he would ask someone to make a car for her.

"I don't like fans, I like silver."

Huajing is immersed in her own world, and accidentally slips her mouth.

When Mo Fusang heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched secretly, he likes money, the most important thing he needs is money.

While Hua Jing was staring at the fan, Mo Fusang walked quickly to the carriage, and when he came back, he was holding a long sandalwood box in his hand.

Pa, the crisp opening and closing sound of the wooden box brought the flower mirror back to her senses, and she stared blankly, oh, in that dark brown wooden box, there was really a piece of flawless long jade, the whole body was white, It is faint and lustrous, and there seems to be a gap on it when you look closely.

"Unfortunately, if the jade is cracked, it is broken jade and worthless."

"Silly girl, take it out and have a look."

Huajing rolled her eyes at Mo Fusang, and carefully put her hand into the box. It was clearly jade, but it felt soft and springy for a moment, and every inch of the coldness perfectly fit her palm prints.

Before Hua Jing could take out the jade completely, the feldspar seemed to be shattered, and fell down with a whimper. She was so frightened that her heart trembled, and she hurriedly reached out to catch it.

Swish swish.
Almost in an instant, 12 yuan of jade flakes that were as thin as paper spread out, increasing in order, and the sunlight penetrated unimpeded from the top to the last piece, and the jade was full of light, exuding a hazy luster.

The most amazing thing is that there are different hollow shapes on each fan, or baby rabbits, or galloping horses, a total of twelve kinds of animals, lifelike and in different postures.

At the handle of the fan, a rotating disc is made with an extremely ingenious technique, which is equally exquisite.

Hua Jing held the fan, not daring to move it, for fear that if her hand slipped, she would fold it in.

"Take it away!"

Huajing urged, she already felt fine sweat oozing from the palm of her hand, if because of a few drops of sweat, this ingenious jade fan fell, it would be a pity.

"Is there any reason to take back what you give away?"

Hua Jing's nervous appearance made Mo Fusang happy, and felt that this priceless jade fan was worth the gift.

"For me? I don't want it."

Hua Jing questioned it first, and then vetoed it on her own.

"What the hell are you planning on doing?"

Hua Jing stared at Mo Fusang defensively, and took a half step back.

If he dares to mess around, don't blame her for being rude.

Mo Fusang didn't have much in mind at first, but Huajing misunderstood again and again, because he was a person who also had a temper, so he turned cold-faced and took a step closer.

The cold aura around her body followed the trend and surrounded Hua Jing, making her face turn pale with fright.

"Puff, hahahaha!"

Mo Fusang couldn't bear it any longer, he laughed softly, and finally, completely ignoring Hua Jing's murderous gaze, he turned his head to the sky and laughed.

OK, dare to scare her.

Huajing was annoyed, she squeezed her fan tightly and kicked it up, which happened to step on Mo Fusang's foot, and then ran away quickly.

"hiss."

Mo Fusang was squatted on the ground by that foot, his painful eyes were narrowed, but he couldn't help but look at the back of Hua Jing's leaving, his eyes were full of smiles.

Huajing ran for a long distance, but didn't hear the footsteps behind her. She hugged her silver and fan happily, thinking, this wave is not a loss.

With the silver, Hua Jing led the brothers to live in the best inn.

In the middle of the night, it was pitch black outside the window, Hua Jing was still asleep, but there was less fireworks in the luxuriously decorated room.

Sitting on the cold big bed, she took out the tenth mirror from her arms, her mouth became round, and breathed on it, the mist filled the mirror, and was quickly wiped clean by the mirror with a long sleeve.

The flower mirror did not light a candle, and let the darkness around it, and only got a little moonlight through the thin window paper.

The dim moonlight shone into the room, and the mirror surface of the Tenth Mirror suddenly brightened, and a phantom came from the inside and jumped to the opposite side of the mirror.

Dao Zhao was lazily lying on the table in front of Hua Jing, seeing her dejected appearance, and kindly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Hua Jing's eyes had long lost the brilliance of the day, and became extremely gloomy.

"I don't know the road ahead, and I don't know if I can find the right person, so what if I find it, if we have to go through the next reincarnation, then are we still the same as before?"

Hua Jing was disheartened, and even had the idea of ​​giving up. She didn't want to take her feelings as a task, and she didn't want to affect others because of her arrival.

The original Huajing may not have died in the wedding sedan chair at the age of 15, but because of her arrival, she had to end her own destiny ahead of time. Is she stealing someone else's life?

Dace Zhao has long discovered that he and Hua Jing have a telepathic connection, and now he can know everything she thinks.

This girl is on the edge of a dead end, he has to help her, so that she has the courage to face the next difficulty.