Shen Zhongan was so anxious that he pushed open the side rooms one by one, but he didn't find a figure in Hanmoyu. Where will she go? Nothing should happen, right? Hasn't Xue Ling'er been following her all the time? Shen Zhong'an comforted himself while running out of this courtyard and looking elsewhere. When Shen Zhongan ran through most of the temple, he saw "Han Moyu" and his servants sitting in the courtyard drinking tea calmly and leisurely from a distance.

Shen Zhong'an panted and ran in front of "Han Moyu" and said, "My little master, you scared me to death! I thought something had happened to you!"

"Han Moyu" smiled slightly, and asked, "What can happen to me?" said, put down the teacup, and said, "Ling'er, you go and tell the host, it's not early today, I'm afraid we will have to bother here for a night." Please presiding over some meals for us. Xue Ling'er took the order and retreated, "Han Moyu" stood up and walked towards the temple.

"Miss Moyu, I'm afraid this is not good?" Shen Zhongan frowned and asked, "We have made it clear to Mrs. Han, saying that we are going to go for an afternoon, and we will definitely return to the house before dinner." But now, I'm going to stay out for the night......"

"What's wrong?" Han Moyu glared at Shen Zhong'an and said, "I like it here, I want to stay a little longer, can't I?" Besides, it's not early, we have to walk for more than two hours to go home, it's dark, there are no lights on the road, it's difficult to walk, you are responsible for something?"

Shen Zhongan was so choked that he couldn't speak, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and his heart was always perched on, as if something was going to happen. He responded to the "Han Mo language", and whispered a few words to the little servant beside him, asking him to hurry back and report to Mrs. Han first, saying that he would stay in Xiangji Temple for one night, so that Mrs. Han should not worry. The little servant got the order and ran away as fast as he could.

"Han Moyu" turned his head and glanced at the disappeared back of the little servant, and then at Shen Zhong'an, there was something unclear in his eyes. Shen Zhongan followed Han Moyu into the courtyard, and an indescribable feeling of discomfort rose in his heart. He always felt that Hanmoyu seemed to have changed somewhere, and it was a little different from before. But he couldn't say what was the difference.

"Hanmo Language" walked without hurry or slow, with a light and steady pace, quite a bit like a daughter of a family. But Shen Zhongan just felt that something was wrong. It was only then that he realized that something was wrong. It's that look, that posture, that feeling! It's like a different person!

Han Moyu wasn't like this before! She was uninhibited, she walked like the wind and fire, and she also opened her teeth and claws when she spoke. Even in the most lost moments, Hanmo is not like this. Her happiness hangs on her face, and her sadness will also be clearly on her face. It's not like this, and I can't see any emotion.

Why the hell has it changed? Even when Han Moyu was lying in bed and languishing in the past few days, Shen Zhongan could clearly feel her decadence and laziness, instead of being like now, as if she was wearing a mask, so that no one could get close to her, and she no longer knew her. Shen Zhongan looked up at the back of "Han Moyu", and after sending her into the wing, he stood outside the door and guarded.

Xue Ling'er came over, and the maid behind her carried a tray of vegetarian food and sent it in. Shen Zhongan stood at the door and looked inside. The vegetarian food was placed one by one, and "Han Moyu" held his sleeve with one hand, picked up the chopsticks from the plate with the other, sandwiched a piece of vegetarian vegetables, and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

The action of eating was extremely elegant, which made Shen Zhongan more and more shocked. He couldn't be clearer than the way Han Mo ate his meal, rude, and bold and casual. She always likes to roll up her sleeves directly, and then grab the chopsticks and start eating, shouting while eating: "Well, this dish is delicious! Well, that dish is also good! Oh? Shen Zhong'an, why are you still standing? Ling'er, you also come over and eat together." Sit down, sit down, sit down. I like people eating around the table, you're welcome. ”

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Shen Zhong'an's mouth. Although in front of Mrs. Han, Han Moyu is still detained and polite, but as long as there are no outsiders, she will eat and play with her subordinates, and she does not look like a master at all.

The "cold ink language" in front of him was eating the meal elegantly and quietly, without making a sound, and Xue Ling'er was standing aside and serving. After she finished eating, Xue Linger handed over the clean silk handkerchief, she wiped her mouth elegantly, and then took the tea and rinsed her mouth.

The cold ink language in Shen Zhong'an's mind is a rude guy, unrestrained, like an uncarved piece of jade, with her natural arrogance and her natural kindness. She is like a gust of wind, always ignoring the eyes of others and doing what she wants to do.

There is no concept of superiority or inferiority, and there is no shackle of worldly etiquette. She treats them like a master to a servant, but more like a friend to a friend. However, the "Hanmo language" in front of her is completely different from the established image of Hanmo language formed in Shen Zhong'an's mind, she is meticulous, elegant, and noble. Every move revealed a good upbringing, but it set up an insurmountable gap in Shen Zhongan's heart. He could clearly recognize the way she looked at him, no longer friendly, but full of strangeness and alienation.

No, something must have gone wrong! Shen Zhongan frowned, his heart beating. He eagerly waited for Xue Ling'er to come out and ask Xue Ling'er what he thought. However, at that moment, he heard it say, "Call Shen Zhongan in, I have something to say to him." Go out, all of you, and keep watch outside, and do not come in without my command. ”

"Yes!" Xue Ling'er and the others withdrew their food, retired, and closed the door when they came out. When Xue Ling'er came out, she called Shen Zhong'an in. Shen Zhong'an was about to grab Xue Ling'er and ask something, but he heard another voice from inside: "Why haven't you yet?" Xue Ling'er hurriedly gave Shen Zhong'an a look, and whispered: "Miss Moyu is not in a good temper today. Hurry up and get in. Oh, by the way, I just caught a glimpse of someone lying on the bed, covered by a veil and unable to see clearly. ”

Shen Zhongan was stunned for a moment, and he was confused for a long time, wondering if Han Moyu had been hijacked, so he deliberately made a different move than usual to attract their attention? Thinking of this, Shen Zhong'an was even more anxious, and pushed the door in three steps and two steps and walked in.