The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

    Feixue was talking when she saw Mo Cang's figure flickering and he had already left the house, Feixue hurriedly followed.

    "General, you're here, Miss Zhuang has already fallen asleep." Seeing Mo Cang leaping over the wall and hurried over, the night watchman replied hurriedly.

    Mo Cang waved his hand and stepped into the room.

    Feixue rushed over from the courtyard gate, only to see a corner of Mo Cang's clothes.

    ...

    Master, you agreed that no one in the mansion is allowed to fly over the eaves and walls, and must walk on the ground?

    Mo Cang lightly walked into the room, and went all the way to the bedside and reached out to lift the curtain. He saw a small bag bulging on the bed, and the little girl curled up into a small ball and hid under the quilt, covering her head.

    Mo Cang sat gently on the edge of the bed and sighed slightly, he must have been frightened today.

    Mo Cang stretched out his hand and gently pulled the quilt down. The little girl's head was exposed. She was asleep, but her eyebrows were slightly raised.

    Mo Cang sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and stroked the little girl's eyebrows gently, then gently lifted the quilt to one side, looking at the wound on her waist. But when he saw the snow-white lingerie, he paused and rubbed his fingers back and forth for a long time, but he couldn't let go.

    Or that's all, although it's just a child, it's a girl's house after all. That girl Feixue was careful, Yao Ding wiped it carefully, but he still didn't look at it, lest the little girl would cry when she found out.

    Rao is the end of spring, and the night is still a little cool. I slept warmly, the quilt was lifted, and the cold wind blew in.

    Zhuang Shiyan shrank, her thick and slender eyelashes trembled, her eyes opened a slit, she looked at the tall figure sitting beside the bed, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and she called out tentatively in a sweet and drowsy voice. After a sentence: "Brother?"

    "It's me!" Mo Cang's mouth curled slightly, covered the quilt, reached out and gently touched the top of the little girl's head, and said softly, "Go to sleep.

    " The girl can't tell the difference between reality and dreams, she just wants to go back to the days when she was with her brother.

    Stupidly struggling to sit up and threw himself into Mo Cang's arms, two arms wrapped around his thin waist, his tone was filled with endless grievances, and he complained softly, "Brother, why did you come back, Shishi? I miss you!"

    An unusually soft, warm body with a faint aroma slammed into it, Mo Cang's body froze suddenly, his arms stretched out in the air for a while, and there was only one thought in his heart, the little girl seemed to be not small. .

    "Brother, Shishi is cold." Zhuang Shiyan muttered, and arched into Mo Cang's arms again.

    Mo Cang's throat tightened and his body became more and more stiff.

    "Brother, Shishi is cold." Zhuang Shiyan repeated in a low voice.

    Is your nickname Shishi?

    "...Shishi?" Mo Cang called out in a low voice.

    "Brother, Shishi Leng, brother sleeps with Shishi." The little girl closed her eyes and buried her face in Mo Cang's arms, with endless dependence.