Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce

"Are you just happy?" Merian said slowly, and when she asked this, her gaze was staring at Qu Tan'er's eyes, as if to see her true thoughts through her eyes. Seeing her fourteenth brother come, she was so happy? She was so uncomfortable painting with him?

The mood was inexplicable, and an emotion strange to him even came to mind.

Sour, astringent, a little uncomfortable ...

Qu Taner pumped the corners of his mouth.

Regarding the sentence of Mo Liancheng, she had no clue, somehow asked questions, she really ... was difficult to answer. But having said that, she was really glad to see Lord Fourteen just come in because she thought of a way to go out of the house.

"Master Wang, fortunate to be able to grind the ink for you, Taner is naturally very happy." Qu Taner came out with a gentle and well-behaved look, and smiled at Mo Liancheng with a word, saying that his face was not flushed, and he was not panting, calmly It's like it's true. Of course, secretly going to vomit, goose bumps are indispensable.

No one does not like to listen to flattery. Will the city of Merian be an exception?

Merian City slowly narrowed his eyes, "Oh, do you really think so?"

"Daner yes."

"Um ..." He was silent for a moment.

She didn't like him, he knew from the beginning.

Or he should hate himself too clearly, so ...

Merian City leaned slowly on the back of his chair, and closed his eyes like tiredness. His exquisite and perfect facial features, calm as water, made him unable to see a trace of thought in his heart. A long while. The corner of his mouth was lightly hooked, revealing the usual cloud and light smile, Feng opened his eyes, moved the bad painting aside, took out a painting line again, sketched it out, and started painting again ...

"Continue to polish the ink." Mo Liancheng calmly said, but his sight always fell on the painting.

Qu Taner also looked calm, and the mopping movement just stopped also continued.

Mo Jingxuan was on the side, savoring the tea and snacks brought by Jingxin.

"What's the matter?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Jingxuan, speaking lightly.

"I don't have a big deal, but a little deal."

"Oh."

"Brother Wang has acted." Mo Jingxuan only glanced at Qu Tan'er a little, without hesitation, he dropped the words directly.

"Ok."

"My brother, what are you going to do?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't know, but Brother Erwang is not idle. It seems they are in a hurry too." Mo Jingxuan shrugged, slightly with a helpless look.

Qu Tan'er lowered his eyes and looked a little helpless, and then continued to grind the ink. I always feel that when they say these words, they seem to intentionally premise on her face, and that feeling is very uncomfortable.

At this time, Merlian City calmly replied: "Follow them, the Prince is not in a good position."

"Where's My Star?"

"You talk?" Asked Mo Liancheng, but the person who asked this question was not Mo Jingxuan, but Qu Taner who stood silently.

"Baba, who do you say the Prince will eventually sit on?" Mo Jingxuan also focused on Qu Taner, and seemed to want to hear her opinions.

"I don't know." Qu Tan'er yanked the corner of his mouth slightly, and returned lightly.

She was dizzy and asked her this question, then who did she ask?

Really when she is a god? Or are they simply testing her response?

Think deeper. Indeed, the city of Merian ... is unlikely to believe her.