The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia felt that she must have guessed correctly, 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 carefully looked at Mo Yuan's expression, and heard her firm voice sound: "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 now occupies the body of the original owner, and it is true that she has parents. Although one dies and one scum, it does not change this fact.

If the person Mo Yuan was talking about really existed, the original owner was eleven years old five years ago, and he had already remembered things at 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, lowered her head and continued to help her hair: "Miss never misses it."

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

Next, Shen Yijia asked a lot of questions, most of which she would answer, 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.

It's not entirely without gain though.

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.

It's 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, she didn't see her young lady come back after waiting for a month, so she went to look for it.

She spent a year searching for all 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 the things that Shen Yijia knew when she first saw her.

In addition to being shocked, Shen Yijia was 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.

Possibly long dead.

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, "Little Miss is Miss's daughter."

Shen Yijiamo has returned to this dead end again.

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

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

However, she also knew that the possibility was very slim. When Wang was in her boudoir, she was a typical lady, and it was impossible for her 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 this was right.

Mo Yuan shook her head: "Miss didn't say anything, 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 must 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: "In the future, when I get along with my husband, stay away!"

Actually that's the point.

Mo Yuan didn't respond immediately, she thought for a few breaths before saying, "If the young lady is in danger, Mo Yuan may not be able to rescue her if she is too far away."

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: "Isn't there 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 be killed 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 beat her.

But she always looked like the most important thing for a young lady, and she couldn't do anything at all.

It would be great to have such a peaceful resolution.

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 was following behind the old lady.

"Madam, Young Master Shen has stewed pheasant soup and specially instructed the old slave to bring it over when you wake up."

Song Jingchen did not reveal his identity, and here he is calling 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 on it. Before Shen Yijia could respond, she ran away with oil on the soles of her feet.

He also 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 dumpling who was shaking her tail 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 was golden yellow with a layer of oily flowers floating on it.

Even though Shen Yijia wasn't as greedy as other people in the city, she swallowed her saliva subconsciously.

However, Shen Yijia frowned when she saw it. The pheasant was put down and stewed.

There is still a whole piece of meat inside, 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 Mei Xianggong will not have to eat, and this is cooked by 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 group? Oh, does it need to be greeted? The tiger body almost walked away without rubbing against Shen Yijia's legs.