Chapter 780

"The big deal is that this young master disguises himself and wears a hat to cover this young master's handsome face." Feng Yichen pretended to be sad: "It's all this young master's fault that he fascinated all living beings and attracted attention."

Chu Yunyao: "..."

If you don't brag, you will die.

Even a man as handsome as her husband can't say such narcissistic words, this man is really shameless to the extreme.

Chu Yunyao rolled her eyes at him: "You can go if you want, anyway, we little girls can't move so many things."

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen said angrily, "You treat me as a free coolie?"

Chu Yunyao shook her head: "No, no, of course you are not free. Now you live with Miss Ben, live with Miss Ben, and learn skills from Miss Ben. The apprenticeship fee of a copper coin is not confiscated. You are ashamed to say that you A free coolie?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen was speechless, and couldn't find anything to refute for a while.

He was full of unwillingness: "I was specially invited by Mr. Mo to heal your body. I will give you an injection now."

Chu Yunyao pushed Feng Yichen out of the bedroom and closed the door: "At night, when my husband is around, I will teach you how to prick the acupuncture points on the soles of your feet with golden needles."

Hearing this, Feng Yichen turned around and ran into his bedroom: "Rong Ben, please change your clothes before going out."

…

All four of them gathered together.

Mu Qing wanted to arrange for guards to follow Chu Yunyao, but seeing that Feng Yichen and Miss Mo were also following, he dismissed the idea.

He Wenhao reluctantly pushed him into the yard, where he was reading a book and basking in the sun. Seeing that several people were going out, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, and he greeted several people: "Want to go out to play?"

Chu Yunyao nodded: "Go to buy new year's goods, the new year will be in a few days, you and Ren Zhi also stay with us to celebrate the new year, more people will be more lively."

Of course He Wenhao couldn't wish for it.

Mo Lingwei was as careful as a hair, and seeing He Wenhao's eyes dimmed, she asked with a faint smile, "Is there anything you want to buy, Mr. He? I just happened to bring some back for you."

He Wenhao was about to shake his head, but he hurriedly said, "Thank you Miss Mo, my young master has always wanted to buy a Xiao, if there is time, can Miss Mo pick a Xiao for our young master?

I'll go to the house to get some silver taels..."

Mo Lingwei stopped Renzhi: "I'll go to the street to pick and choose, and I'll talk about the ones I'm satisfied with when I come back. I'm not in a hurry for now."

As he said that, he followed in the footsteps of Chu Yunyao and Bao'er.

"Miss Lao Mo is here." Ren Zhi heard the words, looked at He Wenhao's face from the corner of his eyes, and his heart was full of joy.

Feng Yichen stared at Renzhi meaningfully, glanced at He Wenhao, and walked away holding the folding fan...

…

Chu Yunyao drove to the street with a few people.

Park the car in a quiet corner of the street, get out of the car and walk forward.

Both sides of the wide street are occupied by hawkers, and there are all kinds of handmade and southern special snacks.

Bao'er looked left and right, picked east and west, and couldn't make up his mind.

Chu Yunyao watched Bao'er put down the copper pipe and picked up the small gourd wine jug, and asked in puzzlement, "What do you want to buy? Are these things for men?"

Bao'er replied casually: "The last time Mr. Duan came to the south, he brought me a jewelry box with a diorama. This time, I want to give him something as well, as a way of repaying his favor.

But I don't know what to give him. He doesn't smoke, and he can't drink at any time. These things are not commonly used by him. "

Seeing this, Feng Yichen came up with an idea: "Don't you women like to give men purses and belts? You can wear them on your body. If you are good at embroidery, you can also embroider a suit of clothes for him to wear.

What's so embarrassing about returning favors..."