The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Mo Daosang pushed the door open and entered the room, looking at the person sitting at the table with his back turned to him, there was still no movement when he heard the sound of him entering the door, but there were three delicate white plates neatly placed in front of him, and A wine jug with thin tire cracks and two small wine glasses rested beside his slender fingers. Seeing Wen Qionghua's awkward look, the little worries he had just dissipated immediately.

Mo Daosang walked up to him and sat down. He separated the two wine glasses and put them on the table. He lifted the jug with a smile and poured the wine: "Lingyi, you didn't say that, do you want to invite me to drink? You are so stiff, Could it be possible? Let me drink alone."

Wen Qionghua was finally willing to look at him sideways, although her lips were still pursed, but her expression had already loosened, but she was still speechless because of her face.

Mo Daosang didn't force him, but stretched out his hand in front of Wen Qionghua, and said, "Ling Yi, you haven't even taken out your chopsticks yet."

Facing Mo Daosang's teasing tone, Wen Qionghua blushed, and hurriedly pulled out chopsticks from under the food box to look away. Not reliable, he was worried about what Jun Hui would think of him.

His Lingyi's thoughts were too simple, and he didn't even need to observe to know what he was worried about. Mo Daosang took the chopsticks and was about to reach for the plate, but suddenly stopped to look at him: "Lingyi, I know you are very virtuous, don't worry, I have always trusted you, and it is definitely not so easy to change my mind."

Wen Qionghua didn't dare to look at him anymore, her heart was on fire, she picked up the wine glass and drank it directly, because she drank it too hard, she choked herself.

He coughed a few times in discomfort.

But he still felt that it wasn't enough, his heart only went cold for a short time, and the fire ignited again and again, making his chest swell up.

Mo Daosang put down the chopsticks that had just eaten a mouthful of food in a funny way, raised his hand and pressed on his back, channeling his internal force to help guide him, and at the same time comforted him softly: "Lingyi, don't worry, today I will accompany you as much as you want to drink, and if today is not enough, there is still tomorrow, which will always make you happy."

It stands to reason that it is impossible for him to be drunk, so there is no need to worry at all, but it is a pity that he will not be able to eat much after drinking too much wine.

Ming Chunjian's cooking skills are also very good. It can't be seen that everyone here looks like a calm and unrestrained person, and they actually take this seriously.

Wen Qionghua felt as if he had heard the most gentle promise in the world amidst the hot air from the glass of wine, which made his heart unbelievably soft again, so comfortable that at this moment, he was willing to accept whatever Jun Hui said.

Junhui seldom coaxes people, but when he really coaxes people, no one can resist him. He has never, the last thing he can handle, is this kind of Junhui.

However, with a flash of light in his mind, he remembered just now at the door, Mo Daosang, the first time he met his little sister, the two of them laughed so happily that even his real brother became a foil.

He didn't even know how many similar scenes he had seen before.

The image of Mo Dao-sang on the Devil's Cult faded away, and gradually turned into the flamboyant young man in the mansion earlier. He suddenly realized that Mo Dao-sang had always treated people like this, and there was no such thing with him. What special meaning.

First he was unbelievable and unwilling, and then the anger swept back in a daze. It was countless times stronger than the dispensable annoyance before, and he couldn't even suppress his energy-raising skills.

His originally flushed face turned pale, and his expression turned cold again.

But he could only hold his breath and bear it, unable to question Mo Daosang.

Mo Daosang looked helpless, and his Lingyi thought of something again. He used to coax people, and none of his little girlfriends didn't buy it. It was rare for a while to be frustrated.

But that's not a problem, he didn't seem to notice what was wrong with Wen Qionghua, he added another glass of wine to him, and said, "Ling Yi, have another glass." Looking at the several dishes on the table, he sighed inwardly, It is said that if Ling Yi is thrown aside and sulked, is there still time for him to coax him after he is full?

Wen Qionghua picked up the glass of wine and downed it without even thinking about it when he finished speaking. The glass knocked heavily on the table.

Now, Mo Daosang decided that he couldn't say anything else. It would be a fool to bump into this angry person.

After Wen Qionghua swallowed the wine, he was silent for a while, his throat moved again, and then he raised his voice: "Junhui, look clearly, I am not one of your good sisters."

The voice sounded calm, but it contained extremely suppressed emotions, which made it difficult to understand but could not be ignored.

He laughed at himself: "Where did you learn these things? As I said, we don't need these things."

Mo Daosang felt that he was a little wronged. If it wasn't for Ling Yi's sudden and inexplicable temper, would he not have to eat to coax him?He doesn't really remember all the things about Modausang, so he doesn't know what you said.

And Ling Yi was very useful at first.

Who knew it would turn out like this.

He had no choice but to give up depressingly, but he still refilled the drinks for both of them: "Well, I won't talk anymore," he raised his chopsticks and said to Wen Qionghua, "Ling Yi, I'm so hungry, let's eat."

Wen Qionghua's heart was still in a mess, but regardless of whether Mo Daosang was really hungry or not, as long as he heard him say this, he couldn't help but blame himself for losing his temper, and hesitantly held the chopsticks in his hand.

Then he glanced at Mo Daosang who was waiting for him to put down his chopsticks, picked up the closest dish to him, fed it into his mouth and chewed it dully.

Mo Daosang finally breathed a sigh of relief, the current Ling Yi is not easy to think about, if he said something so casually, if he irritated people even more, it would really not end well.

Fortunately, Lingyi misses him the most, Mo Daosang is relieved by this, but at the same time feels a little guilty.

Forget it, who cares about him, the most important thing is to fill his stomach first, otherwise he won't be able to cheer up anything.

He remembered that Ming Chunjian had regular meals, Ling Yi didn't know how to get this meal, it was hard to set another table when it was cold.

It wasn't long before Wen Qionghua had lunch, so naturally he couldn't eat now, so he stopped in a daze after a few pinches at the beginning, his eyes followed Mo Daosang, seeing that he was satisfied, his heart gradually filled up.

That kind of involuntary joy fermented in his heart little by little, gradually calming down the original anxiety, and in the end even he didn't understand what he was angry about.

You already knew about it, didn't you get used to it?Why can't I stand it once I've been coaxed.

This is really different from those little girls.

He drank a glass of wine with a twinkle in his eyes.

While eating, Mo Daosang keenly noticed the changes in Wen Qionghua, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curled up, and he quickly pressed it down with interest.

After all, he has to take care of his fragile self-esteem of Ling Yi, look at how caring he is.

After eating [-]% full, Mo Daosang restrained himself again and again before he stopped, put down his chopsticks, and there was a sound of water in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, took the glass of wine, drank it like plain water, and moistened his throat , smiled and said: "Lingyi, thank you."

It's just that Wen Qionghua still didn't want to talk to him.

Mo Daosang didn't care about this. He estimated that his Lingyi would completely change back when he woke up. This was much better than what he had originally thought, so he changed the subject and asked, "Lingyi, can you borrow a place for me?" Would you like to live with me, now that I am homeless, Ling Yi won't be so cruel."

Obviously still unwilling, but listening to Mo Daosang's soft-spoken words, which were all pitiful words, if he didn't reply, he would only feel that he was a sinner, and he couldn't forgive himself no matter what, so he took a breath and said helplessly : "Junhui, brother has chosen a courtyard for you, you don't have to squeeze with me."

Whether Mo Daosang was the son of the Mo family or the leader of the Demon Cult, even when he was at his worst when the old leader was still there, no one dared to let him live in a side courtyard, and Ming Chunjian naturally would not.

After all, no one can guarantee whether he will suddenly go crazy again, and then use this excuse to turn Ming Chunjian upside down.

"But I also like this small island quite a lot. It's secluded, and I won't bump into those little disciples in your door as soon as I go out. In case there are those who don't have eyesight and want to rush up to fight with me, Ling Yi, tell me whether I should do it or not. Do it."

Wen Qionghua said calmly: "That hall is more spacious than here, and it's also secluded." Then he seemed afraid that Mo Daosang would make excuses again, "The scenery is also very pleasing to the eye, Junhui you..."

Unexpectedly, Mo Daosang interrupted him recklessly, got up and walked to the side of the couch in the main hall like a shameless act: "I want to live here, Lingyi, and you are not allowed to go," and then he walked a few steps to the couch in the main hall. I climbed up, hugged an armrest and put it under my head, my voice lowered because of the dullness, "You find someone to help me tidy up the courtyard, I've been driving for a few days, let's rest for a while, and call me after tidying up. "

Wen Qionghua saw that as soon as he touched the bed, he suddenly changed into a tired look that he couldn't pretend at all, as if some speculation suddenly popped up.

The scenes since the reunion kept reappearing, and his brows gradually wrinkled, forming a deep Sichuan character between his brows.

But he wanted to pull him, but looking at the person who is lying flat now, he really couldn't do anything, so he had no choice but to call out: "Junhui."

Mo Daosang forced half of his face to look at him, and let out a muffled hum from his nose.

As soon as Wen Qionghua's nose became hot, she suddenly felt a little distracted, and she was still thinking about Mo Daosang, so she tried her best to hold Qi Nian back: "Junhui, be careful of catching a cold, go back and rest inside, let me ask you for a pulse, I promise you .”

As soon as Mo Daosang's eyes lit up, he immediately jumped off the couch: "Okay."

Looking at the appearance, Wen Qionghua immediately felt a headache.

But only Mo Daosang knew how much willpower he had just used to get out of that bed.

Hey, his body was stiff, if he had known that he would not have worked so hard to save Lin Wentian.