Just as Tang Huan was about to kiss Song Mo, and Song Mo was nervously not sure whether to wait or avoid it, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Mr. Zhang, Miss Zhang, my master has already rested. You two should go back."

Fu Ning stood in front of Song Mo's door and said to the two people with a smile, it seemed gentle, but it was actually a gloating.

He was walking on the street just now, but he was suddenly stopped by the Zhang brothers and sisters and pestered him to visit his master. The Zhang family and the Song family have always been mortal enemies, but this Miss Zhang fell in love with his master and came to pester every year despite his cold face. Fu Ning didn't want to pay attention to the two of them, but he thought that the peers who came to Bideng basically knew where their master and apprentice were staying. Instead of letting these two people break through without permission, he would lead the way. Now, the master went to bed early and let these two people go for nothing!

Young Master Zhang looked at his sister, he was just shopping with his sister.

Miss Zhang was unwilling to leave, so she deliberately raised her voice: "Fu Ning, didn't you say that Mr. Song is making a lamp?"

Fu Ning looked at her helplessly: "My master was indeed making lights when I went out, and I must be tired now and I'm going to take a break. Miss Zhang, if you are really anxious to see my master's style, please hurry up tomorrow. It's too late today, so you two should leave." He wanted to see if this woman was so thick-skinned that she was ready to continue to entangle after hearing this.

Almost everyone in the city knew that Miss Zhang liked Song Mo, but no one had mentioned it in front of her. Now Fu Ning said it so carelessly, regardless of the girl's thin skin, Miss Zhang's pretty face suddenly turned red. Just as she was about to break out, her brother patted her and signaled that she should leave. Seeing her brother turn around and leave, Miss Zhang had to swallow her anger, glaring at Fu Ning, and chased after her in shame.

Fu Ning watched the two of them walk away, looked back at the closed door, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he didn't think much about it and went to rest.

Inside the house.

The ambiguity was interrupted, and Song Mo quickly calmed down and blocked the disciple who wanted to kiss him in time. Seeing that the quilt on her shoulders slid a lot, revealing her smooth shoulders, Song Mo hurriedly wrapped the quilt tightly again, and at the same time whispered in her ears so that the people outside would not hear the noise.

Tang Huan leaned obediently on his chest, heard a little from Fu Ning's mouth, thought for a while, and wrote on the man's chest: Mr. Song.

Song Mo smiled bitterly and explained to her softly: "Don't think too much. Master has nothing to do with her. I just saw her several times in the past. She is the best lamp art in the Zhang family. The Zhang family expects her to win the championship and doesn't care about her daughter's identity." Three times in a row, he was the first and second in the Zhang family. Standing on the same platform, Song Mo thought it would be difficult for Miss Zhang to not notice, but she was just curious at first, and the ones behind him were all told by Fu Ning.

Tang Huan lowered his head and played with his fingers.

Song Mo is not stupid. Even if he has never been with a woman, he can still see some stories about talented men and beautiful women in books. The disciple just asked expectantly if he likes him, but he stopped talking after hearing about Miss Zhang. He must be worried that he would have something to do with the other party?

Song Mo felt that his disciple was stupid, and he was inexplicably happy, and lowered his head and asked her: "Don't Xiaowu believe in Master?"

Tang Huan pushed him away, lay down wrapped in a quilt, leaving a figure of his back.

Seeing her lying thin and small, Song Mo chased her, broke the person over, held her shoulder and said, "Don't Xiaowu likes his master? Why don't he ignore his master now?"

He liked Xiaowu, and he didn't want to hide it from her anymore. He didn't dare to speak because of his disciple's identity as a man. Now he knew that Xiaowu was a girl, and knew that she was so pitiful, he felt more and more pity for her, and could not bear to let her worry about gains and losses alone. Song Mo didn't know how the men and women around him got along, but when dealing with this silly little girl and his Xiaowu, he just wanted to give her the best care and let him know that Song Mo only liked her from beginning to end.

Why is it her?

Song Mo himself didn't know.

When he was young, his father advised him to get married. Song Mo couldn't explain why he didn't have the intention to get married, so his grandfather came out to help him persuade his father, saying that this kind of thing depends on whether the two of them got along. At that time, Song Mo did not believe in fate, but after so many years, the girl who tried to get close to him had all kinds of colors and everything, and he could stay calmly. Only this little disciple who suddenly appeared was still a "man", which moved him.

If this is the fate mentioned by my grandfather, Song Mo believed it.

"Xiao Wu, don't think too much, Master, I only like you." He lay down on his side, pressed her head into his arms, and kissed her cool long hair.

Tang Huan raised her head in surprise and looked at him without blinking.

Song Mo patted her on the shoulder, "Is this reply?"

Tang Huanfei quickly kissed the man on the face. In the past, she tried her best to make Song Mo fall in love with him, but even though she was moved, the man never took the initiative to say that he liked her. Unexpectedly, Song Mo actually took the initiative to say it tonight...

Then strike while the iron is hot!

Tang Huan pulled off the quilt, turned over and wanted to crawl on Song Mo.

Song Mo quickly got up, grabbed her middle robes, turned his head and said, "Xiao Wu, put on your clothes first!" This silly girl, lying beside her is enough to make him distracted, and she dares to make trouble like this naked. He is a normal man, and his self-control is not that strong.

Tang Huan didn't take the clothes, climbed on him, holding his face and said he was willing to give it to him.

Song Mo was both happy and helpless. When she finished speaking, he closed his eyes and forced her to put on a middle robe, and said hoarsely: "Xiao Wu, you are only fourteen years old. After two years, or if you get married next year, your master will marry you again." Two years, it's too long, and he may not be able to wait. Then let's wait for her to grow up a little longer.

next year?

Don’t say that if she doesn’t pick him at the end of the month, she will have to go underground to find her master!

Tang Huan pulled the man's hand and pressed it on his chest. No matter how small it was, it was just two steamed buns. Song Mo, a big man, shouldn't be able to stand it?

Song Mo would not have thought that his simple little disciple was hooking him. He understood it as another meaning. After quickly twitching his hands, he said a little uncomfortable: "Well, when you recover, Master..." He wanted you. Now she is like a child, and he really can't do it. He is so much older than her. If he wants her before she grows up, Song Mo is afraid that Xiaowu will not be able to bear it.

But the man didn't know that his thoughtful words were like a thunder, which made Tang Huan numb all over.

The steamed buns are too small and despised...

For a flower picking thief, nothing is more insulting and more depressing than this!

No longer had the intention to hook him up, Tang Huan quickly put on his clothes, climbed into the bed to pretend to be asleep, gritting his teeth with hatred. If he hadn't dreamed of her as a little beggar who was hungry and full, would her breasts be so flat? Now he was so embarrassed to dislike her! Wait, she would dream that she would suffocate him with two big buns!

Song Mo just thought she was shy, thought about it, and lay down facing outward.

There was only one quilt on the bed, but fortunately, it wasn't very cold in August in Jiangnan, so it should be nothing to sleep in mid-clothing for a night. Moreover, Xiaowu was a woman, so he was really overjoyed. Song Mo opened his eyes and looked at the window in the distance, with a smile on his lips.

As she smiled, there was movement behind her. She turned around and covered the quilt on him, and then she also stuck it up and wrote on his back.

Master, sleep in Xiaowu with her arms around.

As soon as she stopped, Song Mo turned around, hugged the person in his arms, and said softly in her ear: "Let's sleep, when we go back, my master will arrange for you to restore your daughter's identity." Perhaps because his heart was too sweet. Now that he hugged her like this, Song Mo felt no at all beautiful in his heart, and he felt satisfied.

Tang Huan didn't dare to hook him one after another. After all, she kept pretending to be simple in front of him, so she suddenly became dissatisfied.

I'll look for another opportunity next time.

Lying in the familiar arms of the man, Tang Huan quickly fell asleep.

Sleep well until dawn all night.

Tang Huan thought she knew Song Mo very well, but she didn't expect that as soon as she confirmed her relationship, Song Mo showed her a new side.

Song Mo wanted to make a light in the house. Tang Huan was idle and wanted to go out with Fu Ning to watch the fun. Song Mo had always taken care of her so gentlely and so, so she never thought that such a natural proposal would be rejected by a man.

At that time, the three of them were having breakfast downstairs.

After being unexpectedly rejected, Tang Huan stared at Song Mo in surprise, wondering why.

Fu Ning looked at the face of the master, and didn't look angry, and then advised: "Master, Xiao Wu is the first time he has come to the city, so just let him go out and have a look. Master, don't worry, I will definitely be optimistic about Xiao Wu and not let anyone bully him."

Song Mo took a sip of porridge slowly, put down the spoon, and said expressionlessly: "No, I need one of you to help me. Fu Ning, you have been studying for two years than Xiao Wu. I wanted you to help me, but Xiao Wu and his men were bored by the side. Now let him help me, you go out and inquire about the news, killing two birds with one stone."

"Inquiry about the news? Did the master say that what lamp did others prepare?" Fu Ning asked in confusion. In previous years, the master did not need him to take action, and he had never cared about his opponents. Why did he suddenly lose confidence this year? Is it because of the Zhang family's arrogant attitude when they threatened to win the championship?

Song Mo didn't say anything, which was the default.

Fu Ning immediately said seriously: "Master, make the lantern with peace of mind, and I will definitely do this." There are two days and one night before comparing the lantern tomorrow night. If the Zhang family really has a big move, it will be too late for the master to prepare again.

Song Mo looked at him with relief, then looked at the little disciple who seemed very aggrieved and dissatisfied. He took out a purse and handed it to Fu Ning, "If you see something good, remember to bring some to your junior brother when you come back."

Fu Ning took it happily and blinked at Tang Huan: "Xiaowu, look at how good the master is to you. With so much money, just tell your senior brother what you want, and you will buy it for you."

I want to buy two big steamed buns, can you buy them?

Tang Huan held back and did not glare at the fool Fu Ning, put down his chopsticks, got up and went upstairs. Song Mo deliberately said that he just didn't want her to go out!

Looking at the junior brother's hurried back, Fu Ning asked Song Mo in confusion: "Master, why do I feel like Xiao Wu is angry?"

Song Mo finally showed a hint of helplessness on his face, "The child likes to play. Of course she is unhappy if I restrain her like this. Okay, I'll go up too. Be careful outside."

"Well, I know."

Song Mo nodded and turned to the stairs.

The door is closed.

"Xiao Wu, open the door for Master." Song Mo looked at both sides and knocked on the door.

There is no movement inside.

Song Mo was funny. He knew she was angry, but he believed that the disciples dared not really lock him outside, so he waited for her to open the door leisurely. Someone pushed the door out in the distance, and looked at him with a tentative look when passing by. Song Mo stared at the door calmly, as if he hadn't noticed it. When he heard the slow footsteps inside, he smiled slightly.

Tang Huan really doesn’t want to open the door!

If Song Mo treated her like this, she would have jumped off the window and ran away. How could a man have to let her control herself? But who told her to choose to play the role of a good little disciple at the beginning?

After hanging Song Mo for a while, she reluctantly opened the door for him, and turned around and left after opening it.

Song Mo quickly flashed in, closed the door with his hands behind his back, then raised his hand and grabbed the little disciple who was bowing his head and sulking in front of him. Tang Huan struggled twice, but it was useless at all. He was pulled over by the man. She had to raise her head, pout and stared at him with accusation. It was the right of women and children to act coquettishly. She is now both a woman and a child, at least in the eyes of this man.

"Xiao Wu, Master doesn't let you go out because he is afraid something will happen to you. Only when you see you with your own eyes will Master be relieved." Song Mo touched her head like a child. He was really worried. If she and Fu Ning went out, he would definitely think of her and could not make a lamp with peace of mind.

What a domineering man!

Tang Huan buried in his arms and bit his lip secretly.

The master was right, the domineering men were the most annoying. They always wanted to take possession of you and then control the people by their side and listen to them obediently. However, the master also said that the domineering men are basically good at bed skills, and after running away, they looked back and looked at their anger, which was very happy.

Thinking that this domineering man couldn't trap her in the end, Tang Huan felt a little relieved and pointed out the window with grievance.

Song Mo pulled the man to the table and smiled and promised, "Don't worry, Xiaowu, after the lantern competition is over tomorrow night, Master will pick you up, Master will take you out for a walk." The moon is on the willows, and the man made an appointment after dusk. After so many years of lanterns, he has finally found a woman who can enjoy the lanterns together.

His eyes were extremely gentle, but Tang Huan was not deceived at all. He just looked at him in disbelief. After Bideng came to pick her up, didn't he plan to take her to see Bideng?

Song Mo coughed and opened his eyes guiltily: "Don't be angry, Master originally wanted to take you there. But you are a girl now, and there are basically men on the stage, and there are also people watching below. It is not good for the girl's house to show up in public." She is his, so beautiful and beautiful, even if he is dressed in men, he doesn't want other men to keep staring at her.

Looking at the man with a slightly red face, Tang Huan no longer knew what to say, so he could only keep telling herself that it would be easier for her to eat him.

After the man looked over inquiring, Tang Huan nodded shyly, but made a decision in her mind that when Song Mo left tomorrow night, she would go out secretly. The dream was so real and it was so lively outside. It would be a waste of opportunity if she went out to have fun.

Seeing that she was well-behaved and obedient, Song Mo felt relieved and took out her things to start making a lamp.

Tang Huan's heart moved and looked for her painting on the table.

Song Mo didn't raise his head, "No need to look for it. After you left that night, the master accidentally knocked over the inkstone and destroyed the paintings, so he drew the next one again."

Tang Huan was so calm that he heard it so much! He didn't want to say anything more to him and ran to bed to sleep.
To be continued...