Si Mobai didn't look at her, but he heard her words, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes filled with ease, "Because I like her, she is good at everything. "" Rongle was very reluctant to hear this.
Isn't this just beauty in the eye of the beholder?
"On the contrary," Si Mobai glanced at her with cold eyes like a knife, "If you don't like it, you are not good at anything.
If someone I don't like likes you, it will make me feel sick."
The implication is that if I hate you, stay as far away from me as possible Rongle's face turned pale when he heard this, biting his lower lip, and looked up at him angrily, even more annoyed, but he didn't even notice her anger.
He had nowhere to vent his anger and wanted to leave just like that.
And I can't worry about my father.
She could only hold back her anger in her heart, and she also sat aside, but when she saw him one meter away from her, the anger in her heart became even louder.
When they were brothers before, they had never seen each other like this.
Why did he hate her so much when she turned into a girl?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
The angrier she became, the more she glared at Si Mobai.
Si Mobai ignored her and completely regarded her as a transparent person.
He took out the embroidery needle and gold thread, as well as gauze and brocade fabric from the space.
They were all cut and he only needed to embroider the patterns. , and then embroider it stitch by stitch, and that’s it.
Rongle was angry at first, but when he saw that he was actually threading the needle and thread, and finally picked up an embroidery needle, and started embroidering like no one else, his eyes widened immediately, "What are you doing?"
If it is true that he is the god on the floating island, as dad said, then are the people on it all doing embroidery?
He is still a grown man, which is simply indescribable.
Si Mobai ignored her completely, as if he was the only one in the world, so he didn't even look at her, let alone answer her.
He was going to get married to Lan'er, and he had agreed to embroider her wedding dress himself.
Of course he had to rush the work, and everything else could be simple, but the wedding dress had to be made by him.
"Si Mobai, you are embroidering" "You are a grown man, and you are actually doing embroidery."
"What kind of white orchid are you embroidering?
What is it for?"
No matter what Rongle said, Si Mobai acted as if he hadn't heard it.
He lowered his head and embroidered seriously.
Rongle was so angry that he really wanted to step forward and hit him, but in the end he endured it.
He was no match.
Later, she simply stopped talking, and occasionally looked at the situation in the barrier, and occasionally looked at Si Mobai's serious embroidery, looking at the side of his face shrouded in the sun, even if he was embroidering, it was still charming.
What a good man, he can work in the hall, in the kitchen, with a big knife, and with an embroidery needle He is such a perfect man, but he is not hers.
Being his woman must be very happy.
A day passed, and Rongle finally saw what he was embroidering.
It was a red bellyband, and delicate white orchids were embroidered with thousand-year-old silk.
Although he looked at it from a distance, the stitches were very dense.
But there are no threads, it should be very close to the body and not irritate the skin.
"Is this embroidered for Feng Tianlan?"
Rongle couldn't help but speak, his voice even more sour.
This time, Si Mobai finally responded to her kindly, "What Lan'er is wearing is almost embroidered by me.
I don't like her personal things to pass through other people's hands
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