He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mohist Manor.

The spacious and bright living room is beautifully decorated.

Qiao Wangshu nestled in Mo Beichen's arms and slept until the sun set.

She opened her eyes and saw someone looking at her lovingly.

Eyes facing each other.

Mo Beichen restrained his outward emotions and instantly returned to his expressionless and cold face. It was as if the person who was staring at his wife with a squinting look in his eyes just now was not him. Even Qiao Wangshu suspected that he had not woken up yet and had seen it wrong. With Mo Beichen's personality, he was simply a dull person. How could his usual expressionless and cold face reveal an affectionate expression?

She must have seen it wrong!

Qiao Wangshu stretched in his arms: "Did you get some sleep?"

Mo Beichen's pleasant voice was very calm: "Not sleepy."

"Oh." Qiao Wangshu responded.

It was clearly him who worked hard last night. She was so sleepy that she slept the whole afternoon, but he was not sleepy at all.

As expected, the big devil is the big devil.

Not everyone can compare to it.

Dinner was still prepared on time by the kitchen servants.

Go to bed when you are full.

Sleep and eat again.

Qiao Wangshu felt that he was living like a pet pig.

After meal.

She took the initiative to invite him: "Achen, the weather is nice today, do you want to go out for a walk? Take a walk to help digest the food."

walk?

This was the first time she had made such an invitation.

Mo Beichen's heart was full of fireworks, but his face was very calm: "Your legs don't hurt anymore?"

With that abstinent, handsome, and noble face, he spoke in a serious tone, making Qiao Wangshu blush inexplicably: "Not... Not bad, I feel much better after a good sleep, shall we go?"

"Yeah." He responded hurriedly.

Qiao Wangshu's heart skipped a beat just now, and he felt a little panicked, so he walked out with his head down.

Mo Beichen followed closely behind her, his expression not looking good.

Clearly, she went downstairs to eat at noon, and she held his hand when she came down. Just now, when she woke up and had dinner, she also held his hand to go to the restaurant. But now...

Mo Beichen felt a huge sense of disparity, as if he had just been favored by the king, and then was banished to the cold palace the next second.

Does she not want to pretend again?

The more Mo Beichen thought about it, the sadder he felt.

Couldn't she pretend a little longer? Couldn't she pamper him a little more?

In the midsummer evening, the wind is hot.

Qiao Wangshu’s irregular heartbeat took a long time to calm down.

Look up.

The scenery inside the manor is excellent.

The Mo Family Manor was very large. In addition to the scattered villas, there were no less than ten private gardens. There were rockery pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and artificial fountains. The various landscape plants were trimmed very elegantly, and the placement probably followed some kind of Feng Shui principle, which looked very comfortable. There were many precious flowers and trees, and Qiao Wangshu couldn't even name them.

In the capital city where every inch of land is valuable, the Mohist Manor occupies such a large area, which shows how strong its capital is.

Although they said they were out for a walk, they didn't actually leave the manor.

In her previous life, Qiao Wangshu resisted Mo Beichen and hated this place. She never had the patience to appreciate the scenery in the manor, and always passed by in a hurry. Most of the time, she locked herself in her room, or in a separate studio on the second floor that Mo Beichen had set aside for her. She would either read a book quietly or think about her favorite things to pass the time. In short, except for running away and eating, she was almost always hiding.

Start over again.

Many things are different.

She took a deep breath of fresh air and felt refreshed both physically and mentally.

When I turned around, I saw someone with a very bad face, even a little resentful.

What happened again?

Weren’t we all fine when we were having dinner together just now?

Suddenly he looked unhappy.

In her previous life, Qiao Wangshu was used to his mood swings and didn't even bother to look at him. At this moment, she stared at his face, wanting to know why he was unhappy? What should she do to make him happy?

Being stared at by her, the gloom on Mo Beichen's face quickly dissipated, and his back straightened with nervousness.

Qiao Wangshu sensed the subtle changes in his emotions.

Why is this guy acting weird?

She tilted her head in confusion, her expression was adorable: "Achen, are you unhappy?"

Qiao Wangshu thought, it would be more convenient to just ask directly instead of guessing.

Mo Beichen said stubbornly: "No."

"No? Your unhappiness is written all over your face." Qiao Wangshu said, leaning over to hug one of his arms, looking up at him: "Talk to me, maybe I can share some of your worries. Even if I really can't help you, it's good for you to talk to me. It's very harmful to your liver if you keep bad emotions in your heart."

It was really hard to suppress the cold corners of Mo Beichen's mouth, and they slightly curled up.

The mood seems to be good.

Qiao Wangshu was even more confused.

Why did it suddenly clear up again?

You looked like it was going to snow just now?

It is said that women's hearts are as deep as the sea and women's thoughts are the hardest to guess. Why is Mo Beichen's thoughts even harder to guess? No matter how hard you try, you can't guess it.

That's it.

Anyway, he has cleared up and he refuses to say anything, so why should she worry about it?

Qiao Wangshu took his arm, like a joyful little bird: "Achen, please take me around. I've been in your house for so long, but I haven't really enjoyed it."

"Yeah." Someone was eager to take her for a leisurely stroll in the manor.

The setting sun.

Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gild.

"The picturesque mountains are full of mist and water, and the beautiful sky is illuminated by the sunset glow."

Beautiful!

The two of them strolled casually in the manor.

They both tacitly agreed not to mention all the unpleasant things that happened yesterday.

The glow gradually faded away.

Dusk is coming.

The sky gradually darkened.

Although there are street lights in the manor, the temperature will drop as it gets dark. Mo Beichen has a cold constitution, and his hands and feet are cold even in midsummer. The two did not add more clothes before going out. Qiao Wangshu was worried that he would catch a cold, so she held his hand and walked back. In her previous life, in order to escape, she had figured out all the routes in the manor. Although she had never really appreciated it, she would never get lost in the manor.

Mo Beichen felt lost.

How come time flies by so fast?

It was getting dark.

I hope that when she wakes up tomorrow, she will still be willing to lie to him and treat him with such patience and tenderness.

Qiao Wangshu keenly noticed the flash of disappointment in his eyes. Wanting to comfort him, he stopped, looked up at his face, and said seriously, "Achen, there is something on your face."

"What?" He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the side of his face.

"Not there." Qiao Wangshu's beautiful eyes were as cunning as a little fox: "Lower your head, I'll help you."

Mo Beichen bent down and approached her as he was told, putting his face next to her raised hand.

She suddenly held his face with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips.