The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

Chapter 119

Chapter 119

    In a blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Because Mo Cang said that she would take her to see the lanterns at night, Zhuang Shiyan had a happy day, and she was full of energy for shopping at night, so she deliberately slept an extra half hour for the afternoon nap.

    When it was time to eat dinner, Zhuang Xinyan only ate half a bowl before putting down her chopsticks, and then looked at Mo Cang eagerly, urging him with her eyes.

    Mo Cang smiled and deliberately did not look at Zhuang Shiyan, and ate the rice from the bowl leisurely, with an indescribably elegant and beautiful posture.

    But Zhuang Shiyan looked straight and anxious, reached out under the table and pinched Mo Cang's leg lightly, signaling him to eat quickly.

    Mo Cang's body froze, and the hand holding the chopsticks was stopped.

    Mrs. Mo asked what was wrong.

    Zhuang Shiyan secretly thought that she was messing up again. Afraid that Mo Cang would confess her again, she hurriedly answered with a sweet smile, "Ma'am, my brother may have choked."

    Then she threw the unfinished bowl of soup in front of her . When he brought it in front of Mo Cang, he said angrily: "Brother, you are slow, no one is going to snatch you from here. Come, have a drink of soup, but don't choke."

    This is a skill that confuses right and wrong, and the ability to beat a rake. After successfully choking Mo Cang to the point of speechlessness, he couldn't help but shook his head and laughed sullenly.

    Both Mrs. Mo and Mrs. Mo, who had seen the lawsuit between the two of them, couldn't help laughing, and shook their heads and didn't look any further.

    "Brother, are you full?" Zhuang Shiyan asked Mo Cang with some pleading, looking at Mo Cang, who was even more anxious. It's not that there are so many delicious food on Huadeng Street, why eat so much at home.

    Mo Cang coughed lightly, looking at Zhuang Shiyan with doting eyes, he finished the last bite of rice in the bowl, put down the chopsticks, picked up Zhuang Shiyan's half-drinking soup and drank it directly. It's clean, and that's it.

    Seeing that Mo Cang had finished eating, Zhuang Shiyan hurriedly stood up and pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother, let's go." The

    old lady Mo also waved: "Go, go, let's give this child to him. Hurry, come back soon."

    Zhuang Shiyan smiled a little embarrassedly, glanced at Mo Cang, and the two of them said goodbye and left.

    I took the carriage all the way to Jiqing Street, the most lively street in Beijing to hold the Lantern Festival, and got off the carriage at the intersection.

    The two were wearing the same color clothes again today, Zhuang Shiyan was wearing lavender and a cloak of the same color. Mo Cang was wearing a dark purple robe, one tall and one petite, one handsome and the other beautiful, walking on the street, attracting countless eyes, some jealous, some envious, and some tsk tsk shaking their heads for unknown reasons. intended.

    However, Zhuang Shiyan attributed all her eyes to envy. She pinched her fingers in Mo Cang's palm, and closed her mouth with her hands and whispered, "Brother, you see everyone is envious of us."     Mo Cang looked down. Looking at Zhuang Shiyan's bright eyes, she squeezed her hand slightly, and asked amusingly, "What do you envy us, let's hear it."     Zhuang Shiyan glared at Mo Cang: "Of course I envy us. I can find such a good handsome boy as you, and you can find such a good and kind girl like me."     Mo Cang was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed happily.     Zhuang Shiyan pinched Mo Cang's hand again and rolled her eyes: "Brother, isn't that right?"     Mo Cang laughed so hard that he couldn't speak: "Yes, Yan'er is absolutely right."     Zhuang Shiyan glanced at him angrily: "I'm still smiling at you." After the     words were finished, Zhuang Shiyan turned her head again and scolded Feixue, Yuzhen, Mo Shiyi and the others who were obviously holding back their laughter. "And you guys, don't laugh anymore. I've laughed so many times this night, and I'm too tired to panic. I'm not a storyteller, so I don't need your support."     After Zhuang Shiyan's words, everyone was even more excited. Unable to bear, Qi Qi laughed out loud.     Zhuang Shiyan shook her head, sighed and said, "It's over, I'm afraid these people are all stupid."     Mo Cang smiled and said, "That's natural, who has our Yaner's intelligence."