Hearing Mo Chen's voice, Qingcheng instantly understood why Feng Yu's painting style suddenly changed by 180 degrees. Didn't it say that in the book? Next, Mo Chen blamed her! He felt that she was jealous and rude, and then asked her to leave. Thinking about this, she sneered and accepted her fate and turned to face him.

"Didn't you let you practice the piano score?" Mo Chen asked at Qingcheng, not looking at Feng Yu who was crying next to him. Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to answer. Shouldn't she be called for bullying Bing Jiaolian?

Feng Yu also saw that something was wrong, his face turned pale, and he fell towards Mo Chen like a weak willow in the wind, and called softly: "Brother Mo Chen, she..."

When Mo Chen saw a woman suddenly pounced over, he frowned in displeasure and quickly moved his feet away. Feng Yu didn't expect that he would dodge and almost slammed on the ground. Fortunately, he quickly stabilized his body.

"Brother Mo Chen, I am Feng Yu! It was my father who asked me to come here." She pouted her red lips, her beautiful big eyes were covered with tears, and she forced herself to refuse to fall. She looked amazing and was so good at pretending! Any man would cherish her!

"Oh!" Mo Chen was obviously not among those men, but just said oh. Looking at the shy and timid look, Mo Chen didn't understand it at all. Qingcheng felt very happy for the first time. He thought that his cold temperament was too good. But as the shy and timid person, Feng Yu couldn't stand it anymore. He said so white but didn't understand, so how could he chat happily? Her whole face turned pale and turned red, just like a palette.

"Is there anything wrong?" Mo Chen walked under the tree and sat down, intending to ask Qingcheng to take out the piano. When he saw Feng Yu still standing, he asked.

"You!..." This sentence made her unable to hold on, and she covered her mouth and ran out crying.

Mo Chen didn't go to see Feng Yu's panicked back, but looked at Qingcheng, and saw that she could hardly smile in her eyes, and asked faintly: "I'm in a good mood?"

"Haha..." She couldn't help laughing after all, "They said they were your fiancée! Come and defect to you."

"What fiancée?" Someone looked puzzled.

"She? You don't even know your own fiancée?"

"She is sick." Hearing Mo Chen's answer, Qingcheng suddenly felt that the Bing Jiaolian was very pitiful. He didn't know about it at all. However, it was so cool that she was so angry that she was so angry! Let her plot against me! Humph!

Mo Chen looked at the expression on Qingcheng's face changing, sympathizing, gloating, and then very proud, smiling silently. Should this girl show her thoughts so straightforward, but she is quite cute.

"Take Fuxiqin out, I'll start teaching you the skills." Qingcheng obediently arranged Fuxiqin, and Mo Chen twitched his fingers and said, "Learn to purify people's hearts first, and you need to practice in attack."

Qingcheng looked at his fingers and thought to himself, it was really jealous! How could a pair of hands be carved like white jade without any flaws!

"Why are you stupid?" Mo Chen felt a little uncomfortable being watched. He looked up and saw Qingcheng with a cute look on his face, and looked at him with a burning look.

"I think you are so beautiful, so beautiful that I'm jealous." She held her cheek with her hands and looked at him seriously.

"Ahem... nonsense, study hard." Mo Chen felt that he had been teased, and turned his head unnaturally, and his ears were somewhat suspiciously blushed, but unfortunately Qingcheng didn't notice it.

Feng Yu, who ran out, stopped at the mountain gate and looked back at the misty palace, and smiled sinisterly: "The mistress here will only be me! I imagine that things that do not belong to me will be miserable! Brother Mo Chen can only be mine!" After that, she turned around and flew away.

Early the next morning, Feng Yu came to Jiuwu Lingxu again. After leaving yesterday, she went to Nishang Pavilion, which the Heavenly King arranged for her to live. After a night of deep thought, she decided to start the attack and could not sit still and wait for death.

"Where is your Lord?" she walked beside Xu Lin and asked politely.

"Kitchen." Xu Lin's answer was very simple.

"Oh, do you need breakfast?" Feng Yu looked at his unhumiliar appearance, so angry that he grinded his teeth secretly, and his face was still as smiling as a flower.

"Cook breakfast for Miss Qingcheng."

"How is that possible!" Her voice raised a little, but then she widened her eyes in disbelief. She obviously didn't believe what she heard and saw. Is the person who rolled up his sleeves in the kitchen really the arrogant Mo Chen Shangshen?

Feng Yu was stunned for a while and immediately adjusted, and smiled and greeted him: "Brother Mo Chen, I didn't expect you to cook! It's so awesome!"

"Yes." Mo Chen's tone was faint, but it was not as completely ignored as yesterday. There was only a hint of impatientness flashing in his eyes. Last night, Feng Xu, the leader of the Feng clan, specially sent a paper crane over and asked him to take care of Feng Yu for a while. Because the relationship between the two families is good, and the leader's wife Bai Yu had saved him, he did not refuse.

"Are these done? Let me bring them out for you!" Feng Yu smiled innocently, picked up the pastry next to the stove and walked out. Mo Chen moved his lips and didn't speak.

"Sister Qingcheng, you're up! We've all prepared breakfast, come and have a meal." Feng Yu went out and met Qingcheng who came over and said hello with a smile. With that sincere look, if what happened yesterday hadn't happened, Qingcheng thought that this woman was really so pure and kind.

Thinking of the two of them busy in the kitchen together, she suddenly felt that they were blocking their breath and forced a smile and nodded and sat down.

Mo Chen took the last cage of crystal dumplings and put them down, and naturally sat down beside Qingcheng. Seeing that Qingcheng had a strand of hair fell down and her head was a little messy, he naturally reached out to help her to put it behind her head. After tidying up, he bent his mouth with satisfaction and said pamperingly: "Why can't you always tie it up?"

"Just get used to it." Qingcheng stuck out his tongue. It was not her fault. She had never tied her hair when she lived by the Wangchuan River before.

"Eat quickly! It will be not delicious when it is cold." He said, putting everything in Qingcheng's bowl.

Feng Yu looked at the interaction between the two and was so jealous that she wanted to fan Qingcheng out and take her place.

"Brother Mochen, you can eat something too!" She took a deep breath, adjusted the expression on her face, and smiled and put it in Mochen's bowl.

Mo Chen frowned and did not pick up the bun. He raised his chopsticks to pick up other things and started eating slowly. Feng Yu grind his teeth and lowered his head to eat it, but the smell was the same as chewing wax, and he couldn't taste it at all.
Chapter completed!