Mrs. Waste Wood Exploded Again

   Chapter 57

  Feng Xun took a few steps back like a bird frightened.

   She didn't say a word to the boy this time, she turned around and walked towards the other side, like a gust of wind, it disappeared in a blink of an eye...

  But later, Feng Xun understood, why the ghosts don't disperse!

   Every time she changed directions, she would see the boy in the wheelchair at the end of the road. He smiled beautifully, but there was no way to stir her heart.

   He didn't speak, and he didn't move, just kept smiling at her, and even this smile became brighter and brighter every time.

When approaching the door of the house, Feng Xun finally couldn't bear it anymore. She had a dark face and walked towards Mo Qianqiu with bursts of murderous intent, gnashing her teeth: "Are you still finished? Are you unhappy?"

The    boy was shocked by the yelling, his fingers touched his face, his eyes were blank.

   Could it be that... he looks ugly when he smiles?

  Feng Xun said with a dark face: "Tell me, what are you doing? Speak up!"

  Mo Qianqiu fell into silence, he struggled for a moment, and then the beautiful voice sounded like a spring.

   "Want to see you."

   He tried it, but on the day he couldn't see Feng Xun, he would still have nightmares at night.

   Every time in his dreams, he will experience endless loneliness and pain. Only when he sees her can he sleep peacefully that night.

  Feng Xun was expressionless: "Want to see me?"

"Ok."

  I want to see you every day.

  Feng Xun's hand flicked, and a picture scroll fell onto Mo Qianqiu's body.

"I gave you my portrait, don't thank me. If you want to see me in the future, just look at me in the portrait, and you won't have to look for me in the future. Goodbye!" leave.

   Mo Qianqiu was left alone to look at the scroll in a daze.

   Ink jumped down from the tree, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and called out embarrassingly, "Young master..."

   This was the first time he saw that the son took the initiative to find a girl, and was treated like this by the girl.

  Mo Qianqiu held the scroll in his hand: "Ink, am I... not very welcoming?"

   Ink said with a trembling voice: "In front of Miss Feng, it seems like..."

  Miss Feng didn't want to see his son, and he saw it.

"Maybe it's because I'm stronger than her, she doesn't want to see me, it's not because I don't entertain myself, did the ink tie up those alchemists? Let them refine the elixir for me as quickly as possible, and... ..." Mo Qianqiu stroked the scroll in his hand, "Frame this portrait and hang it by the head of my bed."

  "..." Ink's heart trembled, "Okay, son."

   "Wait, you'd better buy the tools, and I'll mount them myself, lest they get damaged, and I'll be unable to sleep at night."

   "Yes, son..."

  …

  Feng Xun ran back to Qin's house in a hurry after he left in a dashing manner.

   From a distance, she saw the milk bag lying at the door basking in the sun, and stepped forward quickly.

   "Nipple, that **** is haunting me!" Feng Xun looked indignant, "He also said that he wanted to see me every day, but luckily I had a self-portrait in my hand and threw it to him."

The milk bag climbed up from the ground and shook his small head: "Xun, Mo Qianqiu has been chasing and killing you for so many years, and he must hate you to the core, what if... he spit on your portrait? "

  Feng Xun's expression froze, she thought for a while and asked, "I'm going to get the portrait back now, is there still time?"

   (end of this chapter)