According to the address Mu Qingyang said, Mu Bing quickly found the residence of the person she called "Xiao Dingzi" - to welcome guests.

"Shopkeeper, Youlao, I will ask you about someone, do you have a son named Xiao Dingzi here?" he entered the door and came directly to the counter and asked.

"Little Dingzi, there doesn't seem to be such a person. The shopkeeper recalled carefully.

"Xiao Dingzi"? Just sitting at the door and looking at the curtain outside the door, Mu Qingyang's voice flashed in his mind, and he remembered that Qing Yang seemed to call him what he did. Hurriedly looked back at the counter.

"Huh......" A light sigh of loss, not Qingyang.

"But my young master obviously said that Xiao Dingzi lives in to welcome guests!" That's right, Mu Bing remembered that the young master was talking about this.

"This son, the small shop is indeed called to welcome guests, but there is really no one called Xiao Dingzi among the guests staying in the hotel," the shopkeeper confirmed.

"His son-in-law?" Mu Ziding was stunned when he heard it, and quickly smoothed it to the counter.

"Is your young master Qingyang?" Mu Ziding looked Mu Bing up and down.

"The ...... of the curtain boy" This is his guest in the room, and the shopkeeper is busy greeting him with a smile on his face.

thought he was noisy, and the curtain raised his hand to stop his words.

"But Qing Yang?!" his eyes still stayed on Mu Bing, and he began to tone a little heavier.

"......" Mu Bing was speechless, looking at a delicate and handsome face in front of him, listening to his eager tone. It must be the "little dingzi" in the young master's mouth. According to the young master, they met for the first time, so why did the young master, called Xiao Dingzi, so affectionately!

"My young master's surname is Mu!" Mu Bing deliberately reminded him of something.

"Qing Yang, why didn't he come?!" Mu Ziding's feelings fluctuated a little.

"This son, it should be Xiao Dingzi!" Sure enough, it was this person as he guessed.

The curtain was silent, as if thinking about something, and only nodded absentmindedly.

"My young master has something to do recently, I'm afraid that the things I promised you will be delayed, and you can hold these silver taels, the young master told you to be careful, don't ...... again" Mu Bing said and handed a money bag full of silver taels to Mu Ziding's hand.

"Why didn't Qing Yang come?" his voice slowed down, a thin layer of mist shimmered in his eyes, and he looked at Mu Bing with a lonely expression.

"Ding Gongzi, there is still something to do, so I will retire first. Mu Bing bowed his hand to salute, did not allow Mu Ziding to react, and quickly withdrew from "welcoming guests".

As soon as the "hiss......" came out, he took a deep breath and shook his head lightly, he really couldn't stand a man with such a pitiful demeanor, looking more delicate than a woman, which was pitiful...... His scalp tingled when he saw it. The young master even said to him with a smug face that Xiao Dingzi was her fan, yes, a "fan", which made him confused and completely unaware of his meaning.

Mu Bing looked up at the plaque of the shop in front of him, this was the sixth store he had entered today, but he didn't know if there was a small porcelain bottle for sale.

As soon as the front foot stepped into the store, there was a faint voice like a "ghost" behind him.

"Why didn't Qing Yang come?"

When Mu Bing heard this, there was a chill on his back, and he suddenly looked back, and his head was suddenly full of black lines.

“… Ding Gongzi ...... "I wanted to say a few words to him, but I immediately thought that I had been out for most of the day, and the things that the young master had explained had made no progress at all, and I had no intention of entangling with him too much, wasting time, and hurriedly turned around."

"Shopkeeper, may I ask if there is a ...... in the store" Mu Bing said as he took out the small porcelain bottle from his arms, but he didn't want to say that the small porcelain bottle in his hand was snatched by the young man of Ding.

"Ding Gong ......" Mu Bing frowned and reprimanded.

"Where did you come from?!" he looked closely at the small porcelain vase, and his face immediately became stern.

"Ugh. It was given to my young master. Mu Bing didn't know why he was bothering him at this time, maybe it was his serious appearance, which made people feel a little shocked for a while.