The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 246, Resolving Mo Yuan

  Shen Yijia felt that she must have guessed right, but it was normal. She was abandoned by her parents in her previous life.

   The difference is that she has no feelings for her parents. Mo Yuan has been with her for ten years, so she must be very sad, right?

   She looked at Mo Yuan's expression cautiously, and heard her firm voice: "No, because I waited."

  Shen Yijia had a headache: "Then have you ever thought that I'm not your little lady at all, but you've actually recognized the wrong person? I have parents."

   She is now occupying the body of the original owner, so it is true that she has parents. Although one dies and one scum, it does not change this fact.

  If the person Mo Yuan said really existed, the original owner was eleven years old five years ago, and he had already remembered that time.

   But apart from the memory of Wang's accident, Shen Yijia was sure that the original owner had not lost his memory.

   Mo Yuan glanced at Shen Yijia, then lowered her head and continued to help her hair: "Miss never missed it."

  Shen Yijia: Your lady has never missed it. What does this have to do with you admitting the wrong person?

   Next, Shen Yijia asked a lot of questions, and she would answer most of them, but once the young lady she mentioned was involved, she would not know anything about it.

   Shen Yijia suspects that it is not that she does not know, but that she is unwilling to say.

   But it’s not completely unprofitable.

   For example, Mo Yuan was picked up by the lady she called when she was five years old.

   Well, she likes to pick up people, which is a bit like her.

   is also not right, she doesn't like to pick up people, but everyone likes to be picked up by her.

   Little Mo Yuan lived with her young lady for ten years until she was fifteen years old.

   And their peaceful life lasted only ten years.

   One day in the middle of the night, her young lady suddenly woke her up from her sleep, took her to a place and told her to wait for her words before leaving.

   This departure has never been seen again.

   It's not that Mo Yuan never went to look for it. At first, after waiting for a month, she didn't see her young lady coming back, so she went to look for it.

   She spent a year searching for the places the two of them walked, but she still couldn't find it.

   When she returned to the original place, the old woman had already lived in the abandoned yard.

   She was worried that her young lady would not be able to find her when she came back, so she had those things that Shen Yijia knew when she first saw her.

   Shen Yijia was shocked, in addition to being shocked.

   Even her little brain can figure it out, there are only two possibilities in this situation.

   First, Mo Yuan was abandoned.

  Second, something happened to the lady she mentioned.

   may have long since passed away.

   So the question is, what happened to the little miss?

   She thought so and asked directly.

   Mo Yuan helped her to insert the wooden hairpin handed over by Shen Yijia before saying, "The young lady is the daughter of the young lady."

  Shen Yi Jiamo, back to this dead end.

   She thought about it and asked the last question: "Is your surname Wang?"

   The mother of the original owner is not the surname Wang.

   But she also knew that the possibility was very slim. When Wang was in the boudoir, she was a typical lady, and it was impossible to wander around with Xiao Moyuan for ten years.

   And the time line doesn't match up. Fifteen years ago, the original owner was one year old, and Wang died when the original owner was five years old.

   Moreover, Mo Yuan's skills were obviously taught by her young lady, so none of these match up.

   Mo Yuan shook her head: "Miss didn't say it, just let me call her Miss."

   Shen Yijia had a headache and decided not to worry about it. Maybe one day Mo Yuan will find her real young lady?

   It wouldn't be her anyway.

   But there is one thing that needs to be made clear to Mo Yuan.

   "Don't call me young lady in the future." It always makes her feel weird, where is she so small?

   Mo Yuan looked at her puzzled.

   "You just follow Yaoji and they call me young lady, or miss, you can choose one."

   "Yes, miss." Mo Yuan chose the latter without hesitation.

   It was really more comfortable to listen to this way, Shen Yijia nodded with satisfaction, and made one last request: "When I get along with my husband in the future, stay away!"

   Actually, that’s the point.

   Mo Yuan did not respond immediately, she thought for a few breaths before saying, "If the lady is in danger, Mo Yuan is afraid that it will be too late to rescue her if she is too far away."

  Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: "Isn't there still my husband, don't you think you are better than him?"

   She was too embarrassed to say that she was better than her. If she couldn't beat someone herself, would Mo Yuan kill her if she came up again? Is it bad to live?

   Mo Yuan's perennially paralyzed face had a crack on her face, and it took a long while to hear her say, "I see."

   Hearing this answer, Shen Yijia almost cried with joy.

  If Mo Yuan was a little annoying, she would have beaten her.

   But she always looks like the most important thing in everything, she can't do anything at all.

   It would be great to be able to resolve this peacefully.

   After solving Mo Yuan's stumbling block, Shen Yijia took another look at Mo Yuan's bun in the mirror, shook her head and praised indifferently, "It's well combed."

When the    voice fell, the man had already stood up and was ready to go out.

   But before she could go out, a woman came in tremblingly holding a tray.

   As for the reason for this, Shen Yijia rolled his eyes at the dumpling who followed behind the old lady.

   "Madam, Young Master Shinzhi has stewed pheasant soup and specially ordered this old servant to bring it over when you wake up."

  Song Jingchen did not reveal his identity, and here he called himself Shenzhi, and everyone called him the son of Shenzhi.

  The old woman put the porcelain cup on the table and put a pair of tableware and chopsticks. Before Shen Yijia could respond, she smeared oil on the soles of her feet and ran away.

   I tripped over the threshold.

  Shen Yijia burst out laughing, and it was really embarrassing that she didn't drop the soup all the way here.

   She ignored the dumplings who were shaking their tails vigorously under the table, and walked over to open the lid of the porcelain cup.

   A strong aroma of meat wafted out in an instant, and her stomach purred twice for face.

   A whole pheasant is stewed in a cup of soup, which can hold about three bowls.

  The soup is golden yellow with a layer of oil flowers floating on it.

   Even though Shen Yijia was not as greedy as other people in the city, she swallowed her saliva subconsciously.

   But Shen Yijia frowned when she saw it, the pheasant was put down and stewed.

The inside of    is still intact, not even a piece of meat, which means that Song Jingchen has not drunk it himself.

   She looked at the greedy dumpling with a little distress, and then turned her attention to Mo Yuan.

  To be honest, if no one saw her, she could eat alone with peace of mind, but what should I do now that I am a little embarrassed?

   But if it is separated out, then Mr. Mei Xianggong will not have to eat, and this is cooked by Mr. Mei Xianggong himself, which is a bit reluctant.

  Shen Yijia tugged at her hair irritably, and suddenly she looked at Mo Yuan and asked, "Can you make chicken soup?"

"meeting."

   "Let's go, then." Shen Yijia covered the soup cup, picked it up and called Mo Yuan to follow.

   As for the dumplings? Oh, does it need to be greeted? The tiger body almost walked away without rubbing against Shen Yijia's legs.

   (end of this chapter)