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Chapter 49 Rarely Confused

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    Arrived at the He Family Courtyard probably when the moonlight was hanging in the sky, the door was open, as if waiting for someone who came back late, it was so quiet, the street was still brightly lit and full of people.

    "Mother¡­¡­"

    When Lu Wenyan saw He Yuwen, he was holding the delicate and tearful Lin Luoyao in his arms. He carried the rickshaw up and down, and then carried her in through the door. She was very gentle.  

    "This is, what's the matter, Yaoyao?"

    "She accidentally sprained her foot."

    Lin Luoyao slowly slid down from He Yuwen's arms carefully, how she wished that time would slow down a little bit, that the road would be longer, longer, that time would stand still like that, the moonlight was shining brightly, and the snowflakes were shining brightly.  Bai, he also happened to be gentle.

    Lin Zijue, Lu Wenyan and He Hongfu all surrounded him one by one, asking about his health and asking about his health, caring about Lin Luoyao.  It was embarrassing for Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Yao to be left alone, and when they were about to leave, Lu Wenyan suddenly noticed the clothes Mo Xiaoxiao was wearing.

    "Yuwen, where are your clothes? How do you wear them? Isn't the snow outside not strong enough and the wind not cold enough?"

    He Yuwen's complexion was a little pale, obviously eroded by the wind and snow, and he seemed a little tired, but his eyes were still firm, he still stood upright, and his expression was still so indifferent.

    "It was my younger sister who said that it was a little cold. Brother Wen was worried, so I gave it to my younger sister. Auntie, don't blame Brother Wen. Brother Wen has good intentions, but this will actually make me sick. Brother should take care of his health next time!  "

    Before He Yuwen could say anything, Lin Luoyao spoke for him. Her voice was extremely gentle and quiet, and even the words she said were so understanding, as if she was praising his behavior  , and to excuse him, but also secretly pointed out that Mo Xiaoxiao's hypocrisy made He Yuwen cold, and made Lu Wenyan hate Mo Xiaoxiao again.

    "Yuwen, let me tell you, don't do this next time, your body is precious, don't you know?"

    Lu Wenyan raised the decibel, and glanced meaningfully at Mo Xiaoxiao who was at a loss. She was protecting her son, which is probably a common problem of all mothers.

    He Yuwen didn't say anything, just bowed his head slightly, and said goodbye to his mother: "Mom, I'm a little tired today, so I'll go down first."

    When he came, he gave Mo Xiaoxiao a shallow look, then went out to his room.  Mo Xiaoxiao also bowed to Mrs. He and went down with Mo Yao.

    Mrs. Liu He and Lin Luoyao looked at each other, probably unhappy.

    A few days later, He Yuwen didn't come to the backyard for a few days, and he didn't even go in and out of the study. Mo Xiaoxiao was a little worried, and didn't know what happened. This deep mansion was locked.  A piece of prosperity, magnificence and wealth also shuts people's hearts. A few yards and a dozen or so rooms are just a small river and lake. There is no news about it, and they dare not walk around at will. After all, this is not me.  Home.

    It was later learned from Uncle Wang that He Yuwen had been ill since he came back that day, and had been recuperating for the past few days, and the second son, He Yuhua, was also often away from home, wandering outside, and was also locked in the house for the past few days.  The house is always like a coffin, suffocating people.

    The sun for several days, the snow has almost melted, and the guilt in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart is getting heavier and heavier, often causing her to wake up in the middle of the night, insomnia and unable to eat. Although he is usually cold, his heart is still warm  Yes, she has been silently helping herself since she came to this city.

    On this day, she went to the kitchen to cook chicken soup for the whole night, and then quietly walked to He Yuwen's room while no one was paying attention.

    This is the first time I have come to He Yuwen's room, it is elegant and simple, without too much decoration, ancient wood furniture, a pair of orchid calligraphy and ink paintings hanging in the middle, there is a desk in the room near the window, an inkstone, several  Only a brush, and an unfinished picture.

    He was half leaning on the head of the bed like that, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was a little pale, his lips were dry, his slender hands were lightly pressed against the quilt, and a shattered stream of light passed through the lattice window and sprinkled on his quilt.  So quiet, so gentle and harmonious.

    Without being disturbed, she gently put the golden bowl of steaming soup in the room, and looked at him a few more times, feeling guilty in her heart.

    Suddenly his brows moved slightly, and she was about to leave in a panic. As soon as she reached the door, she heard his weak but still cold voice.

    "Just leave like this?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment before slowly turning around: "I, I just want to come and see you. If it wasn't for me, you"

    "You don't have to feel guilty, and don't think too much about it."?While jokingly speaking, he poured tea for her.

    "Whatever my sister said, whether it's cheap or not, a toad can eat swan meat if it wants to, not to mention this tea, why can't I drink it, right?"

    Lin Luoyao smiled all over his face, and said softly.

    Mo Xiaoxiao's hand stopped for a moment, and Lin Luoyao caught that gloomy gaze. Mo Xiaoxiao naturally knew that Lin Luoyao had something to say, so why couldn't he hear it.

    "Sister Lin drinking tea."

    However, she can only smile with an apologetic smile and obediently serve her tea. Sometimes she even hates her own slavishness, but there are a few things she is willing to live in the present, but they are all for the sake of living like that.

    After thinking about it, it's just rare to be confused.

    Lin Luoyao took the tea with a smile, and gently blew its heat away, just like trying to extinguish Mo Xiaoxiao's delusions.

    In the already severe cold weather, the tea was not so hot when it came out of the sand pot, just like she didn't have those delusions.

    "My sister is skilled at making tea, and she is ingenious, but this tea is a little rough. After all, it is a cheap tea that cannot be elegant. My sister likes to drink tea. I can give you some high-quality tea, so that my sister can taste it."

    "Thank you, Sister Lin" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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