He Fusheng raised his hand to take the food box, and ordered: "Send Miss Mo back home."

He also warned: "Don't talk nonsense in the future if you shouldn't say it."

The servant nodded indiscriminately like a chicken pecking at rice, followed behind Mo Xiangyi, and walked out in a hurry.

He Fusheng watched Mo Xiangyi's rapidly disappearing back, sighed silently, and felt even heavier.

He is very clear about his situation, and now that he has spoken out, he can no longer hide his heart like before.

It was even more impossible to return to the previous position, return to Yuncheng, and disappear from her sight.

What he said just now was just to make her believe his own explanation. He was really despicable, and he played a trick on her to make him feel ashamed.

Mo Xiangyi was about to board the carriage, but was stopped by a servant.

The little servant was full of guilt, and kept bowing to her: "Second Miss Mo, it's my fault, I'm self-defeating, I shouldn't have said to Young Master Mo that our young master can't eat and sleep, it's hurtful." You misunderstood, you must not blame our young master, blame me if you want to..."

Mo Xiangyi turned around and looked at the servant in surprise.

The little servant was afraid that she would misunderstand something again, so he hurriedly said what he had said to Mo Chengyue, and said, "Second Miss Mo, our young master is really having a bad time these days. I haven't eaten much for a few days, and my whole body has lost a lot of weight. Even those who want to come to visit have all declined, saying that they are ill and recuperating in the courtyard, and won't be visiting for a while... ..”

Before the boy finished speaking, he saw a luxuriously decorated carriage parked at the gate of the house.

I saw an old man with white beard and hair and a pretty woman getting off the carriage. The woman was supporting the old man, and the servants following behind were holding gift boxes in their hands.

Another young servant in He's mansion hurried up to meet him, "Old man Miao, why are you here?"

"I heard that Mr. He is ill. I brought my little girl to visit him. This is a little tonic. A small gift is not a respect. Please accept Mr. He..."

Although Mo Xiangyi lived in the boudoir all year round, he hadn't seen outsiders much, but when he heard the young servant calling for Mr. Miao, he glanced at the beautiful woman who was looking shyly and timidly at the courtyard gate, and immediately guessed the woman's identity .

Most likely she is the Miss Miao family that the matchmaker talked about a few days ago.

Unexpectedly, this person who claimed to be sick could have such a good fortune.

The servant who had informed He Fusheng ran over quickly, cupped his hands at Mr. Miao and said, "My son is very grateful to hear that Mr. Miao came to the door in person, please come in, please come in!"

As he said that, he welcomed these people in with one voice.

Seeing this, Mo Xiangyi turned his head and got into the carriage, got into the carriage, and said in a deep voice, "You still don't send me back to the Mo residence, what are you waiting for?"

The little servant groaned inwardly, he had no choice but to get on the carriage, and with a flick of the whip, the wheels began to roll.

Well now, this Ms. Miao family will not come sooner rather than later, but at this time, she happened to meet the second Miss Mo and was invited into the courtyard by Mr. He.

Seeing Miss Mo's appearance and hearing Miss Mo's tone of voice, she might be angry.

The young man explained carefully, "Second Miss Mo, all the elderly people of this age have arrived at the gate of the house, and Mr. Miao and our young master are businessmen who have a close cooperation. Their identities are here, so no one is allowed to enter. Doesn't seem good..."