Mo Yan waited for about a quarter of an hour, and the people from Yuntianju led him to the fourth floor.

Pushing the door, I found that all the people sitting inside were people, all of whom were powerful people from all walks of life in the capital.

It was still covered by the light veil, and the girl's voice behind the light veil was clear and calm: "Everyone wants to talk about it, it is just time to gather today, what do you want to say, Qin An washes his ears." ”

Mo Yan's eyes moved, and he sat in his place.

I just wanted to talk about things in private, but Miss Yan brought everyone together, how can I talk about this?

The magnates blew each other on Lin Qingyin's business, so they had no choice but to exchange feelings with each other.

"I haven't seen the king for a long time, but I still have some impressions of the maid ring behind the prince, and her talent is extremely good."

Another powerful rainbow fart: "Miss Yan's amazing talent in the poetry club that day is even more unforgettable. ”

After the light veil, Lin Qingyin supported his side face and listened to the rainbow fart with a blank face.

Mo Yan's character is an idle prince who has no power, and when he appeared in Yuntianju today, he was inevitably tempted by the powerful openly and secretly.

Mo Yan pushed Luo Qiqing out, saying that the maid admired and wanted to apologize.

The magnates are business chatters again.

But business chats who want to talk for a day, the time is about the same, and the magnates take their leave.

Yuntianju, it's hard to do.

Mo Yan kept to the end, but still pushed Luo Qiqing out, saying that the maid was thin-faced, and it was not good to apologize in front of everyone.

Lin Qingyin opened his lips: "He Wang seems to be very confident. ”

The idle prince's character is not very well managed, but he is not very confident?

"If Miss Yan is willing to help this king, this king will have confidence."

And the voice of the king, very gentle.

"What about dreaming with the king?"

The young man's voice came into the room.

Bang.

The door was kicked open.

Chu Yu withdrew his feet and stood at the door with a smile on his face, still carrying a food box in his hand.

Mo Yan looked at the light yarn with a light smile: "Miss Yan already has a good match?" ”

If a few months ago, someone in the capital said that Chu Yu was a good match, more than sixty percent of people would scoff at him.

"Could it be that the dignified prince wants to recommend himself to the pillow seat?"

Chu Yu carried the food box, crossed Mo Yan, picked up the light yarn and entered the inner room.

Mo Yan's pupils shrank.

"Little Marquis Chu." Elegant, clear voice warning.

"It's me Meng Lang again." Chu Yu admitted his mistake.

"Please go back to the king."

Mo Yan opened his mouth, and finally left with Luo Qiqing in silence.

"Wait a minute."

Mo Yan paused.

"I'm stingy."

Mo Yan glanced at Luo Qiqing.

"I'm sorry, Miss Yan."

"Miss Luo is just the second time I'm sorry for me."

No more sound came from the light yarn.

Luo Qiqing followed Mo Yan and left.

Second, excuse me?

Who's sorry first?

Mo Yan and Luo Qiqing left, the door was closed, and the room was empty again.

The breeze crept in through the window, the light veil swayed, and the two people in the room looked at each other wordlessly.

"It hurts a little."

Chu Yu looked at Lin Qingyin aggrievedly.

"Chu Xiaohou Tengyun Qilin, it's just that it was posted, so it must be okay."

The sharp and cold dagger left Chu Yu's neck.

Chu Yu watched Lin Qingyin put the dagger into the sheath, his eyes lit up, and he violently pressed down on the connection between the dagger sheath and the handle.

Lin Qingyin's right hand was sandwiched in the middle.

Chu Yu leaned over, his eyebrows bent: "Am I your good match?" ”

Lin Qingyin glanced at him: "What do you want?" ”

"I don't care! That's me! ”

Chu Yu withdrew his hand at the right time, afraid that he would take advantage of it for too long and annoy the person opposite.

As he spoke, he cautiously stepped back.

He gestured to the food box on the table from a safe distance: "The brown sugar water I boiled myself." ”