Zhou Mohan held the table and stood still. He shook his head, and there was a blur in front of him.

It seems that I'm really old, but I haven't slept for two nights, so I can't help it.

Sitting on the horse, wearing military uniform and military boots, Chen Haoqing seemed to feel something at this moment.

He moved the brim of his hat and turned to look at the teahouse.

At a glance, I saw Zhou Mohan holding the table in the teahouse.

A flash of light flashed in the cold eyes, which was too fast for people to grasp.

Chen Haoqing looked away and deliberately pulled the reins to slow down the moving horse.

When Zhou Mohan looked at the middle of the road again, he just saw Chen Haoqing leaving on his horse.

He shook his head secretly, but he didn't take a picture of each other after all.

Looking at each other's back to leave, Zhou Mo Han turned and left after a long time.

When he turned around, he didn't find that the indifferent Young Marshal sitting on the horse turned back.

Eyes deep and heavy.

……

For the next few days, no one saw Zhou Mohan.

Mi Youning guards the third master every day, and feeds each other some soup three meals a day.

Even so, the third master has lost weight these days.

At this time, MI Youning is giving the third master the soup cooked in the evening.

It's not easy to eat half a spoonful.

It takes mi Youning half an hour to feed a third of this bowl of soup.

She is used to going through such a situation every day.

It's really the first time she has worked so hard to serve a person.

Glancing at the lying third master, MI Youning wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Eyes tender and sad.

How can such a man make her willing.

Is she obsessed?

Thinking of this word, MI Youning couldn't help laughing.

She withdrew her hand, got up and left the bedroom with a tray on one side.

Uncle Liu is talking on the phone downstairs.

Since yesterday, there have been more calls at home.

"Yes, yes, I'll tell the third master. OK, OK."

Mi Youning gives the tray to the servant and listens to uncle Liu's words.

Seeing him hang up, he stepped forward.

"Someone came to inquire about the news again?"

Liu Shu sighed, "yes, there are more and more beat around the Bush calls these two days."

Mi Youning didn't care. "There will be more in the next few days. If uncle Liu can't cope, it's better to find someone to answer the phone and send them away."

Her suggestion made uncle Liu fall into silence.

He really wants to think about it.

If you answer the phone a few more times, you can beat around the Bush and try to test it.

It takes too much brains for him to estimate that he will live a few years less.

"OK, I'll find someone to arrange it later." uncle Liu thought for a moment and answered.

Mi Youning nodded. She turned and walked upstairs.

Halfway through, the steps suddenly stopped.

She turned to show her eyebrows and asked Uncle Liu, "didn't Zhou Mohan come these days?"

"Xiao Hanzi hasn't appeared for several days."

"Well, it seems that he is very interested..."

The other party didn't show up that night. Mi Youning knew what the other party was doing.

……

In the next few days, there were more and more calls in Qu's house.

It hasn't been broken at all for almost a day.

There are even people visiting, often uncle Liu.

I really can't handle it. Mi Youning will go downstairs and send those people away.

Ordinary people are OK. It's different today.

Today is a British partner.

Or Bradbury's matchmaker.