It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

The clothes in the closet are all chosen by him, they are nothing more than blue, white, black, gray, blue and other colors, the styles are simple and not very fancy, it seems that it does not conform to the oriental aesthetics, it is hard for him to wear so many clothes without any comments .

He is not picky about all the arrangements, whether he is satisfied or not.Mo Wuming thought about it, and asked people to cut some new clothes, with brighter colors.

Before he could think about it, he went up to meet him and realized, "Why don't you wipe your hair, it's still dripping with water."

Dongfang glanced at the wet hair on his cheeks and frowned, obviously impatient with these things.

"Then I..." Before Mo Wuming went to get a dry towel, he saw dry smoke coming out of Dongfang's hair. In a short while, his hair was dry and clear, black and smooth, and it was lightly scattered on his shoulders.

very good!Strong martial arts, sufficient internal strength is so confident.He didn't dare to rush around with that bit of internal energy. It's not so easy to hoard internal energy. If you use it a little, it will be less, and if you use it too much at once, it will hurt your body.

He once thought that with internal strength, he could fly thousands of miles, move objects across space, heat cold water, freeze hot water, but later found that it was all a dream, and he couldn't bear to make it so artificial.

Dongfang frowned a lot this morning, so why is this man raising his hand and staring at him in a daze?He stretched out his finger and quickly touched the two points on Mo Wuming's chest.

Mo Wuming groaned, half-bowed with a distorted expression, and looked up at him in an awkward posture.

"But have you recovered?"

"Yeah" I feel wronged, it really hurts my mother.Mo Wuming looked at the east accusingly, this is really a big boss.

The breakfast recipes are all listed in advance. Mo Wuming invited two chefs, one is good at making soup, and the other is good at cooking big dishes.

The breakfast is simple and hearty. There are four types of congee, shrimp dumplings, crab roe buns, soup dumplings, soy milk, fried dough sticks, spring rolls, fried, small chaos, tofu brain, and rice rolls. There are many types and small portions.

"It's made by a senior chef, you choose what you like to eat."

"Ah."

Mo Wuming watched anxiously, seeing Dongfang slowly ate two crystal shrimp dumplings, one fried, and drank less than half a bowl of porridge, before putting down his chopsticks.

He didn't think that the Sunflower Book would limit the stomach of the practitioner. He seriously suspected that this person had anorexia, no, he was sure that this person did.Seeing Dongfang frowned and spat out the fried pancake he had bitten into, Mo Wuming quickly turned around the table and chair, and patted him on the back.

"Drink some water, is it better? Don't eat if you don't like it."

Mo Wuming suddenly blessed his heart: "You can't eat it because it's close?"

I noticed that the man glanced at his mouth a little, sure enough!

Dongfang didn't say a word, he felt uncomfortable when he saw the meals on the table.He knows that the mind drives the body's reaction, and it's not impossible to change it, but he doesn't want to change it.

He really suppressed a lot of temper in Mo Wuming.Thinking of this, he glanced at Mo Wuming, his face full of displeasure.

Um, this is?Are you kidding me?

Mo Wuming shrugged, feeling the murderous aura.

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat." He told people to remove the meal, then turned to Dongfang and said, "Wait for me for a while."

Without waiting for a reply, he walked into the small kitchen on the first floor.

Dongfang Duan sat without moving. After a quarter of an hour, Mo Wuming came over with a dinner plate.

"This is yours, this is mine." Without going to the opposite side, he sat directly on the right side of Dongfang.

He baked two pancakes with noodles, without oil, and added a poached egg and shredded cucumbers with vegetable leaves from the greenhouse, which was refreshing and not greasy.

"Five-grain soy milk, drink a cup, it's good for your body."

After the two finished their simple breakfast smoothly, Mo Wuming proposed to take Dongfang to visit Zhuangzi.

It was cold outside, and he fetched two cloaks.Although he has martial arts and internal strength, he can withstand the cold better than ordinary people, but he is still used to following nature, and relying on his body to resist, it is not healthy.

Dongfang looked disgusted and refused.

Mo Wuming looked around, picked out the uglier one to wear on his body, and then took the other one and put it on Dongfang's back.

"Be obedient first, don't hide. Ugly is a bit ugly, but it is very warm. I didn't think about it so much at the beginning. Next time, I will make you a warm and beautiful one."

This is the mink fur he bought in the Northland. Although the colors and varieties are different, but the appearance is the same, it is made into a cloak.

In fact, if you look closely, it is also very good-looking, a stylish splicing product.

The winter in the south is wet and cold, making it hard to be comfortable.

Dongfang pursed his lips, wore dark clothes and a mink cloak that was so ugly that his eyes hurt, and followed Mo Wuming in the bare yard in winter.He suddenly felt that he was not some wise and mighty leader of the Demon Cult, and he lost his mind and went crazy.

Realizing his foolish behavior, he puffed up his eyes and disappeared in place.

Mo Wuming led Dongfang around the main building and walked towards the leisure and entertainment place on the side.He introduced it as he walked, and said with great interest, "When the spring comes, these trees will bloom, and the garden will definitely be full of spring scenery. Ah, the winter is too dry. I didn't think about it when I finished the project the first year. In the future, we can transplant some evergreen tree species for decoration. It’s just..."

What about people? "Brother Fang, where are you going?"

He looked back just in time to see half of the purple sable hair disappearing at the intersection he passed, and his voice became lower and lower, "No, Dongfang, where are you going..."

He put down his hand, and the expression on his face returned to the usual seriousness, standing still.Snow particles began to fall in the sky, and soon it turned into snow and rain. He took an oil-paper umbrella from the verandah, and returned to the main building unhurriedly.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Dongfang looked through the window at Mo Wuming, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with green bamboos, and walking slowly around the corner.Without his figure, his eyes still did not look back.

That man didn't seem to know that he had martial arts, he had never seen him use martial arts, he didn't even have the small movements and habits of martial arts practitioners in life, how strange?

Not long after Mo Wuming sat in the hall, Mo Qing came in to look for him.

"Master, Second Master Du brought you some things, and asked the younger one to bring you a message."

"Well, let's talk." In the past, he would go to Brother Du's house for dinner on New Year's Eve, but he didn't go this year, and asked Mo Qing to give him some gifts early in the morning.He was sitting on the rug warming the fire, his tone casual, as if listless.

Mo Qing squinted, saw that the master didn't look at him, gave a light 'cough', and began to spread the word with emotion: "Tsk, treat your daughter-in-law's natal uncle well, don't cry again when the daughter-in-law is gone. Your daughter-in-law But there are those who are difficult enough to marry, not angels, and I will not agree to your elder brother.

Hurry up and work hard, the new year is coming, and your little nephew is going to post an engagement post, hey, this is an invitation post.Don't expect you to bring someone to support your nephew, don't wait for your nephew to become a father, you can just be a widow..."

"..."

Mo Qing seemed to feel the cracking sound of the fragile porcelain. He covered his smile, hurriedly took out the invitation card from his arms, put it aside, and tiptoed away.To give the master some face and personal space, he is really the smartest servant.

Mo Wuming had a toothache, he pushed his big teeth with his tongue, and looked at the crimson invitation card on the small table.Glancing at something out of the corner of his eye, he stood up abruptly.

No, you listen to my explanation?For the hell of it, they haven't confirmed their relationship yet.

Mo Wuming remained calm and didn't say anything. He tapped his toes and went up the stairs in twos and threes.

"Dongfang..., I've always been alone, I'm used to it, we don't need to watch the night during the Chinese New Year."

"Ah."

"What's wrong with you coming back suddenly?"

"Silly."

"Haha, yeah?" That's enough, the two standing face to face on the stairs, talking silly conversation.

Mo Wuming put down the gentle smile he was holding, and said nothing, his eyes met, and his eyes were silent.

It was Mo Wuming who finally broke the inexplicable and not-so-beautiful atmosphere, he pursed his lips and held Dongfang's hand seriously.

Dongfang moved his fingers, but did not break free, and followed him into the bedroom on the second floor.

The two stood side by side by the wide open window, looking at the bare yard and the steaming pond.Dongfang didn't understand why he had to stand here with this person foolishly to blow the cold wind, but he didn't want to leave, but he did as he wanted, and his mind gradually became empty.

After a long time, Mo Wuming seemed to have made up his mind. He stood upright and upright, looking straight ahead, his eyelashes fluttering violently, and his voice was soft, as if he was whispering: "Actually, I like you."

What?Like the wind blowing by the ear, it seems to be an illusion.Dongfang circled his fingers slightly, his eyes were still vacantly looking at the misty clouds above the soup pond, indifferent.

Confession, it is extremely difficult before speaking, but it is easy after speaking.There was a smile in Mo Wuming's eyes, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, as if he had regained all his courage.

How can there be so many doubts, so many entanglements, so many considerations, he likes this person, and his eyes, heart, and even breathing tell him clearly.

When he saw this person, he wanted to go up to him and hug him, and his complicated considerations were squeezed away by the people who caught his eyes; Read out the special meaning in the facial expressions.

I don't know the origin of the love, but it goes deeper and deeper. I don't care whether it's a human or a ghost. I just want to have you in my arms for the rest of my life.

He turned slightly sideways, and covered Dongfang's hand on the window rail.Dongfang's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his upright body remained motionless.

Mo Wuming wrapped Dongfang's hand in his palm, the hand in his palm was icy cold, and he pulled him away from the window with a chuckle, "I like you, don't be embarrassed, don't answer now. You can think slowly, I've already waited for you." I've been with you for a few years, so it's not too late."

He pressed the puppet-like figure to sit on the bed, gathered the opponent's hands together, and put them together.Half squatting in front of the bed, looking up at the man and smiling.

Dongfang trembled his lips and still didn't say a word, as if he was embarrassed by the sight, he hung his head sideways, his silky hair slid down his face, exposing his jade white and red ear tips.

Mo Wuming could see clearly, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger, as if he had fallen into endless stars, he grinned silently.After rubbing each other's hands to warm them up, he lowered his head and kissed them, then let them go quickly.

"I'll go down first, it's too cold outside, you can sleep inside. I'll be in the study on the first floor, if you find me, you can come in directly."

The room became quiet, Dongfang watched the direction the man was leaving, and unconsciously rubbed the index finger of his left hand with his hands folded.The look in the eyes is detached and complicated.

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