When Wufu arrived at the brick factory, Wen Zixuan was clicking the number of bricks on the side of the road, and it was already clicking.

When Wen Zixuan saw Wufu carrying a basket, she lit up her eyes and knew that there must be something delicious. Generally, as long as Wufu is not busy, she will give them food in the afternoon.

She immediately ran to Wufu and asked with a smile, "What delicious food have I made today? Do I have a serving?"

"Eat." Wu Fu opened the oil paper on the bamboo basket and signaled her to take it herself.

Without surprise, Wen Zixuan was also surprised by the appearance of the jujube pastry. She picked it up and looked at it for a long time before asking Wufu, "What did you do?"

"Of course, try the taste." Wufu waited for her evaluation.

Wen Zixuan took a bite and took a long time to get me meticulous. To be honest, "It's a little lighter, it's not as delicious as the pumpkin cake, but it looks good. If I were me, I would definitely buy it."

When girls buy things, they are often attracted by the appearance of things.

"It's right to be faded." After Wu Fu finished speaking, he took out a lunch box from the bottom, handed the basket to Wen Zixuan, and said to Wen Zixuan, "Please give these to my second brother and others, and I'll give these two to Mo Jin for food."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zixuan looked up at Lian Weiming, her face slightly red.

Wufu looked at her and smiled.

Recently, I don’t know why, Lian Weiming often went to the brick factory and said that there were a batch of brick shelves in the brick factory that were about to be replaced and he wanted to come and take a look. But in fact, he had never been to the brick factory before and had nothing wrong with it.

As for the real reason behind this, he probably only knows it himself.

Wen Zixuan just hesitated for a moment, carried the basket, nodded, and went there.

Wufu took the lunch box to Mo Jin's room.

It's the end of the month, and Mo Jin is busy watching the shipments this month.

Mo Jin was wearing a moon-white sportswear, sitting in a brick factory, holding a fountain pen in his hand, and reconciling accounts little by little.

Mo Jin cut his hair when he came here. It has been several months since his hair has grown, and his bangs are placed on his forehead. Through the light outside, he is bathed in the sun, making people look at him and feel particularly warm and charming.

No wonder people say it well, serious men are the most charming.

Although I have been with this man for a long time, every time I see him, Wufu always sighs for a while, what kind of parents are and how good genes are there to give birth to a good child like Mo Jin.

It is actually not fair to God. It seems that he gave all his favor to Mo Jin, making everyone feel a little ashamed of himself before him.

It seemed as if he had noticed something. Mo Jin suddenly raised his head and saw Wufu standing by the door. Wufu was looking at him calmly. He suddenly smiled softly and said, "I just realized that I look good now?"

Wufu Leng came to his senses, walked up to him, smiled and glanced at him, "It's better to know that people admit it, and there is no need to repeat it."

This made Mo Jin slightly surprised. Wu Fu never praised him before, but this time he admitted it in disguise?

He reached out and pulled Wufu down on his legs and sat down, raising his eyebrows at her, "You mean, do you admit I'm good-looking?"

If it were in the past, Wufu might stand up immediately because there were people coming and going in the brick factory. In such a conservative era, she was afraid that it would be bad for people to see it.

But today, she decided to be more aggressive.
Chapter completed!