Seeing Ma's appearance, Yang Ruoqing felt that if she forced her way into the house and pulled the other person out from under the bed, not only would she not be able to ask anything, but on the contrary, it would also make Ma even more frightened and uneasy, and she would be crazy about her. The disease is worse.

So, Yang Ruoqing took a few steps back again and closed the door again.

She asked the woman behind her: "Does Mr. Ma have any special food or items that he likes?"

The woman thought for a while and said, "Mr. Ma likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes. She is extremely happy every time she goes to Shanyuan to roast sweet potatoes."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "You go and bake some sweet potatoes."

The woman nodded and was about to leave when Yang Ruoqing called out to her again: "Where is your partner? How come I have only seen you since I came here?"

The partner Yang Ruoqing mentioned refers to the woman in Lijiacun who works in Shanyuan.

The woman from Changping Village said: "Qing'er, are you asking Fatty Sister-in-law? She was here before, but later her son Erjun became ill, so she took the time to go back and take care of him."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, then go about your business first. Come to me after roasting the sweet potatoes. I'll go to Mo's house first."

…

Because of Mo's special relationship with the old Yang family, the house Mo Mo lived in Shanyuan was a tile-roofed house facing north and south.

The house was very clean and tidy. Apparently the two women who worked in Shanyuan took care of Mr. Mo's house every day.

But because Mr. Mo was a coward, apart from the basic beds, tables and chairs, as well as teapots and bowls for drinking water, he didn't dare to put anything else in the house, and there was no need to put it.

Even clothes and other items are managed and distributed uniformly.

Why?

Because once this coward gets sick, he likes to 'tear down the house'.

No, when Yang Ruoqing and the others entered Mrs. Mo's house, they immediately saw Mrs. Mo standing bent over the bed, with her back to the door, tinkering with her hands.

The sound of the door opening behind her could not disturb her.

"Mo's? Mo's? What are you doing?"

Mrs. Liu couldn't help but crane her head to ask.

Having learned from the experience of being sneak-attacked by Ma when he entered Ma's house, Liu did not dare to step forward easily now.

I was afraid that Mr. Mo would suddenly turn around, grab a handful of daddy or something scary and throw it at his face.

However, when faced with Liu's question, Mo had no reaction at all.

This made Liu, Yang Ruoqing, and even Yang Yongqing who was following them look suspicious.

Yang Yongqing whispered: "Could it be that he is deaf? He was not deaf before!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I must be obsessed with doing something."

Usually, these people seem to be easily immersed in their own world.

That world has no connection with this real world. It seems to be a dungeon specially opened for them.

Although their bodies exist in this world, their mental strength and consciousness are immersed in that copy of the world, and they cannot extricate themselves.

No, this is the state of Mo’s family.

"I'll go up and have a look." Mrs. Liu couldn't help but be curious, and tiptoed towards the bed.

Yang Ruoqing did not go over, but stood there staring at Mo's back.

If you look at it from the back alone, you can see that Mo's figure is really good, slender, slender, and well-proportioned.

The clothes she wore were also very neat, her hair was neatly combed, it was in a bun, and she wore flowers, but she wore more flowers. It is impossible for a woman with a normal mind to wear so many flowers...

But the bed was different, it inherited Mo's usual style.

She only pays attention to dressing up neatly. She will mess up anything in the house or on the bed.

So this is why I don’t dare to put too many things in this room.

She couldn't find anything else in the room to mess with, so she just messed with the quilts and curtains on the bed.

The tents on both sides were torn, and bows were tied in the torn places.

The bedding is half on the bed and half on the floor.

Mrs. Liu walked around the bedding that had been dragged to the ground, carefully came to Mrs. Mo's side, and gently patted Mrs. Mo's shoulder.

Mr. Mo was startled and turned his head suddenly, with a pair of big frightened eyes open.

Mrs. Liu was also startled and jumped aside quickly.

Everyone held their breath and their eyes fell on Mr. Mo's face.

So, I was surprised to find that after Shan Yuan's recuperation in the past few years, although Mo's madness is still there, his appearance has become deeper than before.

A crazy woman who never knows how to take care of skin care has such delicate and fair skin.

Because he lived in the house for a long time and rarely saw the sun, and rarely went to the yard to bask in the sun, Mo's skin was a little pale.

But those eyes became more and more pure, like a child who didn't understand the world.

Red lips and white teeth, delicate nose, face smaller than the palm of your hand, slender and graceful neck...

To be honest, Mo's eyes were not at all like the dull and absent-minded look of a madman.

Because she is so beautiful, her eyes look pure and cute. Really, if you are beautiful, you can cover up anything with one stroke.

If a person is ugly, like Mr. Liu, for example, no matter how smart and shrewd his eyes are, he is still ugly.

Yang Ruoqing was amazed at Mo's appearance. At the same time, she secretly glanced at Yang Yongqing behind her.

I found that Yang Yongqing, who had previously resisted and resisted in every possible way to visit Mr. Mo, now looked straight.

"Brother, pay attention to your expression and wipe your saliva."

Yang Ruoqing deliberately reminded Yang Yongqing.

Yang Yongqing came back to his senses, feeling embarrassed himself, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Then he raised his head and looked at Mo in disbelief, "This woman has washed her face and she is still as beautiful as before. No, she is even more beautiful than before. This is really crazy!"

Ms. Liu also clicked her tongue, and blurted out the words in her heart: "It's really a waste to have such a good face on Mr. Mo's face. It would be great if it could be on my face!"

"Fourth Aunt, please wake up. Even if this face were on yours, your body wouldn't be able to support it!" Yang Yongqing directly put Liu's fantasy back into shape.

"Why can't I hold on anymore? What's wrong with me?" Liu asked Yang Yongqing angrily with her hands on her hips, straightening her back.

Yang Yongqing looked at Mr. Liu with sideways eyes, his mouth tilted to one side and smiled.

"It's not that there's anything bad about you, Fourth Aunt. If you weren't good, how could my Fourth Uncle have so many children with you, right?"

"That's true. How high-minded your fourth uncle is!" Mr. Liu looked proud, feeling that he had won the game.

But what Yang Yongqing said was not over yet: "It's just that a flower has to be placed in a vase with a narrow mouth. If you put a flower in a short, fat jar of pickles, do you think that's appropriate? Does it look good?"

Mrs. Liu's face turned dark immediately.
Chapter completed!