Nangong Yao propped up his chin, looked at the little drunkard, raised his hand and pinched her cheek.

Warm and soft.

Feng Zhaoning also had gentle and doting eyes. He took her phone and hung up, "Three hundred a day is not enough for Mo Mo to wear one piece of clothing."

He touched Lin Mo's head and said, "Are you sleepy? Can my brother send you back to your room to sleep?"

Lin Mo raised his hand, pulled Feng Zhaoning's hand down, and looked at the cold Sheng Cang beside him.

She stretched out her finger and pointed at him, "No, I want him to accompany me to pick persimmons."

"He has the worst temper. He's a pony for me!"

"I want a foal!"

Nangong Yao was almost scared to death and quickly covered Lin Mo's mouth, "Okay, okay, you want me to be a pony for you?"

"He'll beat you to a pony."

Feng Zhaoning had a smile on her lips and turned to look at Sheng Cang, "Let's go picking persimmons with Mo Mo."

"She probably remembered what happened when she was a child."

The wine glass in Sheng Cang's hand shook, and the bright red wine swayed in the goblet. The brilliant refracted light could not illuminate the depth and silence in his eyes.

Things from my childhood...

His eyes were lowered, "In the past, there was a persimmon tree in the corner of the orphanage."

"Mo Mo was still too young at that time. He was at the bottom every time and couldn't get enough to eat."

"She eagerly waited for the persimmons to mature, but I picked them. At that time... I didn't think so."

"Unexpectedly, she cried for several hours."

Sheng Cang raised his eyes and looked at Lin Mo with red cheeks, his eyes full of memories, "I promised her at that time that I would give her persimmons to eat every autumn in the future."

Nangong Yao didn't expect to have such a past.

He looked at it curiously, and Sheng Cangzhen raised his hand and took Lin Mo's hand with the hand wearing the Buddhist beads.

I don't mind her drinking too much either.

He was tall and tall and extremely powerful. He took her hand and walked slowly towards the backyard.

Nangong Yao looked at their backs, worried in his heart: "Are you really going to pick persimmons?"

"If Mo Mo likes it, let her go." Feng Zhaoning's sleeves were filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. He didn't like it because it was too sweet.

But the smell of osmanthus on Mo Mo's body, along with the smell of drunken wine, made him very emotional.

He smiled slightly: "She still has the heart of a child, but her life is too hard."

When Nangong Yao heard these words, his guard immediately broke down, and he secretly cursed the Lin family in his heart.

They are the ones who make little Momo suffer!

The backyard of the manor is a small forest.

Unlike other people's manors, this place is really too down-to-earth.

There are grape trellises, chestnut trees, peach trees, plum trees, and the now tall persimmon tree in the corner.

Lin Mo's body was warm and her breath was hot, but her eyes were brighter than ever before.

She held her brother's hand tightly and followed him towards the persimmon tree.

The breeze blew by, causing the hem of her blue skirt to sway like pleats on the lake.

Her skin was extremely fair and her body felt a little cold.

The servant brought a big woolen shawl.

Sheng Cang took it, shook out the shawl and wrapped it around the little girl, "Is it a little cold?"

"Yes." Lin Mo's voice was a little squeamish, and he grabbed Sheng Cang's wrist.

Her hand subconsciously fiddled with the Buddhist beads on Sheng Cang's wrist.

"All the persimmons you promised me will belong to me. You can't just keep your word."

Sheng Cang raised his head and glanced at the persimmon tree. Fortunately, this tree was not too tall, but if he wanted to pick the persimmons, he still had to be more than two meters away.

He stretched out his hand to pick the yellow and red persimmon.

Lin Mo jumped up quickly, "I want to pick it myself, you can't steal it from me anymore."

The voice sounded a little aggrieved.

She seemed to be in a dream. In the dream, she was back to her childhood, and she could talk to Sheng Cang without restraint.

Sheng Cang had no choice but to pull up his suit pants with a look of compromise on his face.

"Come up."

"Don't tell others..."

"You'd better forget about it after you sober up."

There was a bit of embarrassment in his deep and cold eyes.

Lin Mo rushed over and hugged Sheng Cang's neck, "Hey."

The sweet fragrance from the girl's body was fragrant, and Sheng Cang lowered his head, as if accepting his fate.

Lowering your head is a life worse than death for a man.

But……

If she wants.

He really couldn't refuse.

Even if it means... being a pony for her.

The second floor not far away.

Nangong Yao was currently holding a glass of water, lying on the railing and looking at them.

He saw Sheng Cang, who usually didn't show respect to anyone, and was dragging him as much as 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan.

He actually knelt down obediently and half-knelt on the ground.

Being a pony for Lin Mo...

"puff--"

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Nangong Yao felt as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at the man who stood up and rode a big horse for Lin Mo, and carefully moved towards the place where the persimmons were hanging on the top of the persimmon tree.

He quickly exclaimed: "Second brother, second brother! Come and see!"

"Brother, he really gave up his dignity just to coax Mo Mo!"

Feng Zhaoning came over to take a look, his expression was slightly stagnant, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope he won't find it difficult to accept when he thinks about it in the future."

Nangong Yao took the phone and zoomed in to take pictures. He originally wanted to take a picture of Sheng Cang's dark history, but once he took the picture, it turned out that they were childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven.

His teeth were itching with anger.

I wanted to delete it in anger, but thinking of such precious photos, I kept them.

Persimmon trees cover the sky.

Lin Mo looked at the tall persimmon, stretched out his hand to reach for the persimmon with a smile, "Get closer, get closer..."

"I got it!"

She was very happy, holding the persimmon in her hands carefully.

Qiu'er hurriedly came over with the basket, and when she saw this scene, she almost knelt down.

She swallowed, thinking that her master might kill her and silence her.

She trembled: "Master, basket..."

Sheng Cang gave a grunt, with an almost undetectable smile on his lips, and said in a gentle tone, "Mo Mo, there is one on your left as well."

Lin Mo handed the persimmon to Qiu'er, "You have to hold it carefully and don't break it."

How dare Qiuer!!!

If she broke Miss Lin's persimmons, she would probably kill her!

"Miss, don't worry, I'll make sure you hold it well."

The man was under the tree, carrying the little girl around to pick persimmons.

He was full of patience and his tone was kind and indulgent.

The little girl smiled and her voice became lighter and lighter.
To be continued...