Chapter 611

Du Cao stands on the second floor, opens the window and silently looks at the dispute between the two people downstairs. How can he feel sympathy for mu Shiqing?

Life a raise, two mothers, not a fuel-efficient lamp, is really forced helpless ah!

Hook the corner of the mouth, and then close the window, open the cabinet of the dark grid, quietly toward Shangshu house.

For more than half a month in a row, Ji Lyric Mo was very busy.

Emperor Yong'an had a conscience, so he gave Ji Lyric a three-day leave to have a good rest, and then he went back to work as an official.

"Dang... Dang Dang."

Ji Shumo had been reading in his study. When he heard the sound, he saw a little surprise in his eyes and turned to open the bookshelf: "grass? What are you doing here? "

"What? I dug a tunnel. I can't come? "

Du Cao's eyebrows and eyes curved and made a teasing sound.

Ji reached out his hand, took over the ducao and said with a smile, "I wish you were here."

"I came to see you through the back door." Du Cao stares at Ji xumo's eyes and smiles gently.

Back door?

Ji Shumo frowned: "what's the matter?"

"Third young master, can you open up your kindness and let me see muyanli? Just see it. I promise nothing else will happen. Just say a few words. "

"Well, you come through the back door and come empty handed? Others bribe me with gold and silver. " Ji looked at the grass, empty handed, chuckled.

Du Cao was not shy. She stood on tiptoe, put her hands around Ji's neck, and laughed: "what others give is gold and silver, what I give is myself, beauty trick, do you think it's ok?"

Said, Du grass really in Ji Lyric ink face, heavy kiss a: "OK?"

"Yes, whatever you say! But it's not like you Ji expresses Mo evil spirit to smile, then aimed at Du Cao's lips, fiercely kisses down.

Two people in this not too big study, panting, two people are a little emotional.

Ji Shumo tried to resist his impulse and said in a low voice: "are you here to give gifts or do me?"

"All of them." Du grass is not shy, rubbed rubbed Ji Lyric ink chest: "three childe, you see, can you?"

"If you can stay with me till evening, I'll think about it." Ji Shumo encircles Du Cao's waist and lets her sit on her own legs.

Today is no big deal. Du Cao smiles and nods: "OK, I'll have a good time with you."

In fact, Du Cao is very familiar with the Shangshu mansion. When he came here last life, he was full of hope, but he didn't expect that he would become so funny. It's really ridiculous.

This is Ji's home now. It's changed a lot, but it doesn't seem to have changed anything.

"I heard that you cook for Mr. Qianxing every day. I don't know if I'm lucky enough to have a meal made by you?" Ji Lyric Mo looked at Du Cao, who was wandering in the sky, came over and encircled Du Cao's waist from behind: "little grass?"

Du Cao came back to her senses and said with a smile, "I used to cook for you when I lived in the country? Heartless, don't you forget so soon? "

"Of course, I didn't forget. It's because I didn't forget that I was so fascinated." Ji xumo rubbed Du Cao's neck.

Du grass a little itchy, shrunk his neck, and then laughed: "OK, I'll get it for you, you wait for me for a while, it'll be ready soon."

"I'll go with you. I'll watch you cook." Ji Shumo took Du Cao's hand and walked to the kitchen together.

The ladies in the kitchen saw Ji Shumo personally holding Du Cao's hand and entering the kitchen, her eyes almost fell down.

Although said Du grass is very thick skinned, but still embarrassed red face, awkward pulled back his hand: "you convergence point."

Ji Shu Mo grabs back Du Cao's hand more forcefully and smiles: "let's see, this is my fiancee, Du Cao, Mo Cao Xuan's Du Cao."

Du Cao's reputation in the capital now is much louder than that of ordinary officials.

There are few people in the capital who don't know about duckweed, but many people have heard of it but haven't seen it.

Now a look, how can't believe, such a thin and weak little girl can hold up ink grass Xuan such big business?

One after another toward Du Cao made a salute: "have seen little madam.""I..." duckweed blushed, blushed: "I... don't, don't call it that, it's against the rules."

"Cough, very good, very good. Later, that's what I call it." Ji Shumo is very happy, holding Du Cao's hand and laughing so much that he is so happy.

Looking at Ji's triumphant appearance, Du Cao was a little funny. He shook his head helplessly. Then he tied up his apron and laughed softly: "what do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat whatever you do. I like everything." Ji Shumo holds his cheek with one hand and sits on a small bench, staring at Du Cao.

Du Cao's eyebrows curved and laughed: "I've learned a lot of delicious dishes in Hangzhou. You just have materials here. I'll try them for you."

"Good." Ji Lyric Mo now seems to be a fool, looking at Du Cao's eyes, is also foolishly, as if there is only Du Cao alone in the world, the tenderness in his eyes will drown the woman beside him.

Du Cao skillfully handled these ingredients and laughed at Ji Shumo. Soon, three or four dishes were ready.

Took chopsticks, treasure like clip a piece of shrimp, stretched to Ji Lyric ink's mouth: "taste?"

Ji Shu Mo took Du Cao's hand and bit it up: "delicious."

Said, went forward, took out a handkerchief, gently wipe the face of Du grass: "grass, you really look good."

Can't stand it, can't stand it!

Several women, turned around and walked out, leaving the space for the couple.

Speaking of all, since they came to the capital, both of them have to avoid suspicion. Like now, there are not many opportunities to sit here and eat together.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat my food? Why don't you eat now and stare at me? " Du Cao looked at Ji Lyric ink's eyes, feeling a little strange.

Ji Shumo chuckled, his eyes were very gentle: "beautiful, the ancients did not deceive me."

Do you want to exaggerate?

Although girls like to listen to love words, Ji Lyric Mo's love words are too turbulent, so Du Cao is not used to it.

He took a deep breath and then whispered, "I warn you, if you provoke me again, I'll leave."

"Well, well, I won't say it anymore." Ji Shumo quickly begged for mercy. After looking around to make sure that no one was there, he gave a big kiss on Du Cao's face: "Xiaocao, I really like you."

"I like you, too." Duckweed, with shrimp in his mouth, chuckled.

Although it's eating, the whole kitchen is full of pink bubbles.

A meal was good, so you Nong I Nong, has been eating until the evening, the food is cold, two people are still silly looking at each other.