My wife can't be like this

The terrible thing about Mr. Mo 2.

Since the meeting before getting married, Mo Yu hasn't visited Qiu Hua for a while, not because Mo Yu is too housebound, but because Qiu Hua is a 'husband control' and workaholic most of the time, if you want to meet Mo Yu, he is either at home or on his way home, 80.00% of the time, you just need to pounce on his study to see him lying on the desk.As for Qiu Hua, he is either at work, in love with her husband, or on the way between the two. Unfortunately, Qiu Hua's offices are located all over the country, and his husband's figure is also invisible. , so if you want to see Qiu Hua, you have to make an appointment one month in advance.

But Mo Yu knew that Qiu Hua should be at home at this time - because his "Pan Long Zhi" was about to release a new book, for a little shou who favored her husband, for a favored husband, "Pan Long Zhi" Xiao Shou, a fan of ", said that if Qiu Hua was not in the capital at this time, his lord could buy three sets of Qingyun Pavilion's restricted books, one for actual combat, one for actual combat, and one for actual combat. ...

When Mo Yu thought of this, it was rare that he didn't ridicule the other party in his heart, but actually had a feeling of envy entrenched in his heart. After all, other people's husbands are only indulgent, and their own ones probably haven't enlightened yet.

Arriving at the Prince's Mansion, Qiu Hua was indeed at home, but it was just temporarily inconvenient. Mo Yu didn't want to worry about why it was inconvenient, but just sat leisurely in the living room and waited for about a quarter of an hour. The boss staggered in.

"I thought you were already happy in Wenfu." Young Master Tsing Yi sat down beside Mo Yu, and said bluntly.

"It's okay," Mo Yu nodded, staring at the red mark on the other's collarbone, "It's not as chic as Boss Qiu."

The young man's gaze was too straightforward, even though Qiu Hua had already trained his face to be thicker than the wall, he felt a little uncomfortable, "What do you want me to do? Don't say you miss me, I don't believe you are disgusting when you say it. "

"Absolutely don't say it, just don't worry. If I have the time to coax you, I might as well deal with the one at home," Mo Yu said carelessly, "Wen Shao is going to sea, and I want to find you as a weapon."

"Are you confused? I only studied ordnance engineering, not an arsenal." Qiu Hua looked full of hatred, "Besides, don't you dislike that little general?"

"I like it now." Mo Yu spread his hands, "Could it be that you are allowed to have love for a long time?"

Qiu Hua almost spilled a cup of good tea, "You two are in bed?!"

Mo Yu had a good time, "No." She moved her body away from Boss Qiu who was shaking her hands, "Why are your thoughts so dirty? I'm talking about slowly developing feelings after getting along for a long time, tsk tsk, let's see where you think. "

"Even if I'm dirty, I can't compare to you, the little yellow book boss." Qiu Hua said angrily, "I don't know who made fun of me for being mentally weak before, but now you are still fascinated."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong before." Mo Yu said, "So, what weapons can you make?"

"To tell you the truth, let me imagine that many guns are not a problem, but you asked me to make them for you, my master, I have a handicapped hand."

"I don't want you to do these things, just give me a cannon mounted on a ship," Mo Yuyang said with a smile, "You tell me the shape, size and appearance of the parts, and I'll draw them."

"..." Qiu Hua was held back by his brisk tone for a while, but finally he still felt hesitant to vomit: "Do you think you are the magic brush Ma Liang? The one who draws something and can still come true."

"That's not true," Mo Yu smiled at him, "But I think my proposal will work, otherwise let's try to make a small model first, anyway, the gunpowder is ready-made now, and you only need to make a little modification to make a model." Smaller."

"It's up to you. Anyway, I can only describe and tell you whether the painting is correct or not. It is a delusion to ask me to paint. You can't understand it even if you paint it."

After Qiu Hua finished speaking, he led the wicked Mo Yu into the study. He really couldn't draw, not only couldn't draw, but Qiu Hua's handwriting was also bad.If it is said that Mo Yu uses pencils for the convenience of drawing and writing habits, Qiu Hua is purely because if he does not use pencils, no one will be able to understand his handwriting.

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The two of them worked in the study all afternoon, until the prince couldn't take it anymore and broke into the study, the two of them put away the drawings. On the table, one pile was the unqualified products selected by Qiu Hua, and the other pile was the standard drawings, which made people feel uncomfortable. Surprisingly, the unqualified pile was significantly smaller than the qualified ones.

"Draw this one symmetrically, make 20 pairs, and this one too, make 4 pairs..." Finally, after marking out the approximate number, Qiu Hua pushed the drawing paper in front of Mo Yu, his eyes glowing: "Mo Xiaoyu, you are a talent." Ah." Just listening to the description and being able to scale the parts in proportion to the shape and size without any difference, is such a person just a nerd?

"Where is it?" The young man bared his teeth and smiled, "Natural beauty is hard to give up on. I never thought I was so powerful."

This is not amazing, it is simply super god. Thinking that Mo Yu can help make a lot of kitchen utensils and models in the future, Qiu Hua feels that his whole body is radiant, his waist is no longer sore, his legs are no longer soft, and even his fart , the butt doesn't hurt anymore...

Mo Xiaoyu got the blueprint she was thinking of, and wanted to arrange for craftsmen to finish it as soon as she got home, but as soon as she ran up the steps of the gate of Wenfu, she bumped into a figure walking out of it.

"Oh my God." The young man let out a low cry of pain, and was wrapped in his arms.The boy just wanted to turn around and jump away, but he suddenly softened when he smelled the person coming, and he groaned, "It hurts so much——"

The chest on which the face rested was stiff, and Wen Shao's voice came from above his head, "Zipei? Is it okay?"

Of course, leaning in the arms of the person you like, is there anything better than this? "No, my nose hurts from hitting you, what are you going to do in such a hurry?"

The general gave a low cough, "I heard from Xiao Ying that you went to the prince's mansion and haven't come back, so—"

"That's why you came to pick me up?" Mo Yu said in a good mood, raised his head slightly to look at Wen Shao's expression, the little general blushed from the young man's stare, "Yeah."

Now Mo Yu couldn't even feel the pain on her nose, "That's just right, I have something to show you."

"What?" Wen Shao walked back to the courtyard with Mo Yu, and asked, "You took it from the princess?"

"No, I drew it myself according to what he said." Mo Yu raised the wrapped paper in his hand, "Eat first, and then I will tell you what it is."

Wen Shao was silent, and suddenly realized that he still knew too little about Mo Yu before. For example, now, seeing the sly and proud look on the young man's face, it was not the same as the refined and gentle young man that Wen Shao thought in his heart. It was completely different, but it made him feel that this was closer to the real Mo Yu.

But it is undeniable that although Mo Yu's current appearance does not conform to the image of "Mr. Mo Yu" passed on by the world, Wen Shao accepted it more quickly in his heart, and looked forward to the other party's "gaffe" towards him from time to time. .

The two had a quick meal, and Mo Yu pulled Wen Shao into the study again. Where did he come from? There were a lot of drawings in the package, and it was extremely complicated to identify them by himself, but Wen Shao was naturally sensitive to this aspect. Just from the imaginary drawing of the appearance that Mo Yu took out, the general function of the parts can be roughly figured out. The little general's back, which has always been straight, seems to be pressed on the table by an invisible force.

"Is this the artillery used on ships?"

"Yes." Mo Yu picked up a pen and paper, drew a few warships on a piece of paper, and marked the position of the artillery on the paper, "Didn't we discuss the war on the sea a few days ago? Zhenlu once said that the current artillery is often unstable, easy to hurt the enemy and himself, and the range is not far, so the accuracy is poor? Qiu Hua has done some research on these things before, so I will draw his ideas. Find a few powerful craftsmen to make the model, fill it with gunpowder and test its power, if it is really successful, you can report it to the Holy Majesty and install it on your fleet!"

After Mo Yu finished speaking, she was still immersed in her own world, "When the time comes, you will be able to stand in the southeast sea and be invincible..."

"Zipei." Wen Shao grasped the boy's arm that was waving unconsciously, and the slight temperature of the palm penetrated through the material of the clothes and printed on Mo Yu's arm.

"Ah?" The young man was taken aback, puzzled by General Yu Wen's initiative, "What's wrong?"

Nothing, just want to touch you. "It's nothing." The corner of the general's mouth curled into a slight arc, "I'm sorry."