Ling Mo tightened the arm around Yan Zhen's waist: "It won't be like this if you practice more in the future." ”

Yan Zhen looked at the sky speechlessly, even if she learned to ride a horse one day, it would be impossible for her to run so fast, it was simply faster than the limit of the human body's endurance, okay!

Of course, Ling Mo knew that it was the horse that was running too fast, but as soon as she ran like this, Yan Zhen had no time to think about Zheng Shuyuan's woman, this method of diverting her gaze was simply perfect. At this time, Yan Zhen looked helpless, her eyes were a little red by the wind, and she nestled obediently in his arms, like a docile and cute little rabbit, the more Ling Mo looked at it, the more satisfied she became, and she couldn't wait to press her in her arms and rub her flat and pinch it round.

It was already twilight when he returned to the castle, and two of his subordinates had been waiting for Ling Mo all afternoon, as if there was something important waiting for him to decide. Ling Mo took his subordinates to the study, and Yan Zhen went back to the bedroom to take a shower, changed into comfortable home clothes and sat in the living room to play with her mobile phone.

The butler walked in with a tray and placed a crystal plate on the coffee table in front of Yan Zhen. The crystal tray contains bright red strawberries, each of which is similar in size and exudes a sweet taste: "This is the first batch of strawberries ripening this year on the orchard side." ”

"It tastes good. Yan Zhen took a bite of the strawberry, and the juice instantly bloomed between her lips and teeth, and there was a hint of milk.

"If you like it, it's fine. Leon bowed slightly and was about to leave, but the gentleman didn't like people walking around on this floor.

"Mr. Leon, please wait a minute. Yan Zhen called the butler, "Do you know who Sebastian is, and he also lives in the manor?"

Yan Zhen knew that the Ling Mo family (it should be said that the Merovingian family was the descendant) all had a residence in the Merovingian Manor. It's just that the manor is very large, and it is distributed around the castle according to kinship. There are not many people who can enter and leave the core area at will, Zheng Shuyuan, as Sebastian's wife, can appear at the horse farm that Ling Mo 'patronizes', if it weren't for this Sebastian himself living in the core area, it must be that this person is very special to Ling Mo.

When the butler heard the words 'Sebastian', his originally smiling face turned pale, as if there was something unspeakable: "This...... About Master Sebastian, sir......"

"Oh, then I'll ask him directly. Yan Zhen shrugged casually and motioned to the butler that he could leave.

"Uh...... No...... "Young Master Sebastian is a taboo in the manor, and no one dares to mention it in front of Mr. Sebastian." If Mr. knew that he didn't stop Madame from mentioning Young Master Sebastian, he would probably die a miserable death, "Madam, that's the case, Young Master Sebastian is the younger brother of Mr. and grew up with Mr. since he was a child. He has a cloudy personality, is jealous and strong...... In a word...... How to say, whatever a gentleman has, he must get the same...... Later, the gentleman took a young lady back to the manor to deal with things, and Master Sebastian ...... Well, anyway, that young lady is now the wife of Master Sebastian......"

"Well, that is...... Because of that Mrs. Suy, the two brothers had a conflict?" Although Yan Zhen felt that this matter was really bloody, she couldn't figure it out - Zheng Shuyuan could marry Sebastian smoothly, there were only two situations: First, Ling Mo was very indifferent to Zheng Shuyuan, and he didn't care who she married. Second, although Ling Mo likes Zheng Shuyuan, he dotes on his younger brother even more, so he did a good thing of 'adult beauty'. As for the possibility that Ling Mo would be forced to agree to this matter...... With Yan Zhen's understanding of Ling Mo, it would never exist.

To sum up, whether it was 'one' or 'two', the relationship between Ling Mo and his younger brother would not be so bad, but judging by the butler's reaction just now, their contradictions were absolutely acute to the point that they were irreconcilable, and they couldn't even mention it.

"Not what you think, ma'am. The butler felt that he was so stupid that he had driven himself to an even more terrible point, and that he must have to tell about another even more unspeakable secret of Merovingian Manor, which would have killed him. Thinking of Yan Zhen's identity, the mistress of the manor would definitely know about this matter, Leon took a deep breath, "That incident did make Mr. not very happy, but what really made Mr. angry was ...... It was Master Sebastian who actually ambushed the convoy of the lord and the lady, and the lord died in the melee, and the lady ...... He is still in a coma in the hospital......"

Hearing Leon's words, Yan Zhen was completely stunned. When she was by Ling Mo's side before, she had also faintly heard a few words about his younger brother, and at that time, Ling Mo's younger brother was fighting with him for the control of the family almost to the point of white heat, and the methods were absolutely despicable and obscene. She just doesn't want her baby to grow up and get involved in this kind of dark rich family grievances, so she will run away with a big belly. Everyone has their own purpose, and it is one thing to fight for interests, but it is another thing to kill one's father and mother, and it is simply worse than a beast.

Seeing Madame's expression, Leon felt that he had said enough, and wanted to retreat silently, but he had to make a special explanation: "Madam, about the matter of Master Sebastian, Mr. is not allowed to mention, so ......" Leon silently added in his heart - even if you want to 'challenge' Mr., don't say that I told you that it is okay......

Hearing the housekeeper's words, Yan Zhen came to her senses: "I understand, you go down." ”

Although Leon didn't know if Madame really understood, he didn't dare to say any more, and went down to supervise the preparation of the dinner.

Yan Zhen curled up in the sofa, her slender arms wrapped around her bent legs, her chin slammed into her knees, and the fragments of her time with Ling Mo kept coming to mind. At that time, I was not in a good state, and I felt that the whole world was full of malice. Looking at that time from the perspective of a bystander, Ling Mo's attitude towards her was really not good, but he didn't do anything to hurt her substantially.

In contrast, Ling Mo seemed to be gentler towards Zheng Shuyuan. However, if those half-stark 'gentleness' are to be exchanged for 'going to marry the demon who killed her father and mother later', then she doesn't want it at all.

Xiao Fei did such a dangerous thing in order for her to live a better life. And Ling Mo's younger brother did such a bad thing to his family...... Yan Zhen sighed, she knew that there was never a shortage of people around Ling Mo, but her relatives were so cold, he ...... I guess it's sad.

"Who upset you?" Ling Mo didn't know when he came over, standing next to the sofa, looking down at her condescendingly, his posture was long and slender, and she was nestled in a small lump in the sofa.

"No ......" She was indeed unhappy, but she was not provoked by anyone. Yan Zhen was stunned, she was unhappy because of ...... I feel sorry for him.

Yan Zhen raised her head and looked at the man standing in front of her, he was very strong, but also lonely. Yan Zhen reached out in a daze, wrapped her arms around Ling Mo's thin waist, and buried her face in his waist. This is the first time she has taken the initiative to hug him, obviously it is such a small body, but it always makes people feel warm and relaxed.

Ling Mo's body stiffened for a moment, and he circled the girl's thin shoulders: "What happened?"

"Nothing. Yan Zhen still hugged him and didn't let go, "I just want to hug you." ”

"Hehe, it's really rare. Ling Mo let her hold her motionlessly, his fingertips running down her long hair.

The sun had completely sunset, and the room was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly, and the furniture could only be seen in shadowy outlines. When Leon came up to invite Mr. and Mrs. to dinner, he almost thought that no one was in the living room.

Fortunately, the door of the living room was not closed, and he recklessly broke in, knocked symbolically on the door, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, dinner is ready, do you think you want to start eating immediately?"

"Hmm. Ling Mo responded, lowered his head and kissed the hair on the top of Yan Zhen's head, low-key, very gentle and a little bantering, "Let's go down to eat first, and then go back to the room and let you hug you all night, how about it?"

"Uh...... No...... No need......" Yan Zhen suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly let go of her hand and stood up from the sofa. Probably because I bent my knees for too long just now, my legs were a little numb, and I almost fell.

Ling Mo held her waist and picked her up, not a princess hug, but the kind of child hugging method, and strode into the elevator.

The elevator soon reached the first floor, and Yan Zhen hammered his shoulder: "Let me down." ”

"Don't let go. Ling Mo tugged Yan Zhen's body and hugged it tighter, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, "I hugged you for so long just now, shouldn't you be polite?"

"I refuse. "Yan Zhen grinds her teeth.

"The rejection is invalid. Ling Mo hugged Yan Zhen and strode towards the restaurant.

The long dining table is covered with olive-green tablecloths, and a basket of fresh wild ginger flowers exudes a refreshing aroma. A few delicate side dishes were served on the celadon plate, and the white porridge in the clay pot was still bubbling. The chef puts the thin cicada-like fish fillets into the porridge, stirs them gently with a spoon, and the snow-white fish fillets are scalded and curled, and then sprinkles a little chopped parsley, and the fragrance spreads instantly.

"It's raw fish fillet porridge. Yan Zhen's eyes flashed a little.

Ling Mo took the soup spoon from the cook's hand, and then made a look, and soon, there were only the two of them left in the kitchen, and Ling Mo put a bowl of porridge in front of Yan Zhen.

"Thank you. Yan Zhen smiled sweetly at Ling Mo and looked at the other empty bowl, "Don't you eat it?"

"You seem to like it very much, I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat. Ling Mo quipped.

"How can I eat so much...... Yan Zhen took the soup spoon and gave a bowl to Ling Mo, "You drink a little, your stomach will be very comfortable." ”

Yan Zhen took a small sip, although it was still a little hot, the rice grains in the porridge had been completely cooked, and the sweetness of the fish and the fragrance of parsley were perfectly blended, much like the taste cooked by her mother when she was a child.

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