Facing the tension between Lan Ge and Mu Wei, Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly: "Lan Ge, you just wait for me outside!" ”

Rango's face turned grim: "Little county lord." ”

In the words, there is a lot of worry.

Of course Ye Qinghuan knew what Lan Ge was worried about, after all, Mujiabao's name should not be too loud!

But she just hooked her lips and smiled, glanced over the faces of Mu Wei and the other man, and said in a lazy tone: "This is the capital, no matter how majestic Mujiabao is, I'm afraid it won't be as majestic as my ninth uncle, what do you think?" ”

Mu Wei and the man's eyes sank slightly, but they didn't speak.

Rango thought about it, then took a few steps back and nodded: "The subordinates are waiting outside the door." ”

"Hmm." Ye Qinghuan glanced at Mu Wei and the man lightly, hooked the corner of his lips, and pushed the door in.

In the private room, there is a screen, which is very close to the window.

I saw a man dressed in white, with a majestic figure, and the sun outside the window fell on him, which was a little dizzying.

Even if he turned his back to Ye Qinghuan, Ye Qinghuan could feel the powerful restrained aura coming from him, as well as the gentleness that belonged to this man.

"Miss Murong." Ye Qinghuan slowly approached, and the man in white turned around with a smile, and called softly in a heavenly voice.

Gentle as jade is not enough to describe the temperament of the man in front of him, because he still has a devastating momentum on his body, mixed with that warmth, but there is no contradiction at all.

"You are Mu Qingmao, the young castle master of Mujiabao?" Ye Qinghuan admits that this man is really dazzling, with handsome eyebrows and phoenix eyes, fair skin, thin lips with a beautiful luster like glass, and enough status, no wonder he was called a girl killer.

However, it seems that she still loses a little bit to the ninth uncle of her family in terms of momentum.

It's as if one is the king of heaven, like a god, and the other is an immortal, not domineering enough.

"Miss Murong, please take a seat." Mu Qingmao's phoenix eyes smiled, and she pulled out the chair in front of the table for Ye Qinghuan, and was polite.

Ye Qinghuan's eyes flashed slightly, if she was an ordinary woman, she would indeed be unable to stop this gentleness, but she knew that under the appearance of gentleness, she was afraid that it was calculation.

Didn't Uncle Nine Emperor also say that Mu Qingmiao is also good and evil?

"The young lord is polite." Ye Qinghuan smiled lightly and sat down, and when she saw that Mu Qingmiao was also seated opposite her, she asked straight to the point: "I don't know if the young castle master invited me here, what advice do you have?" ”

Mu Qingmao's phoenix eyes were shining, and her slender fingers shook lightly: "Miss Murong just call me Qingmao." ”

Call him Qingmao?

Ye Qinghuan leaned back lazily, hooked his lips and smiled: "Don't you think the young castle lord thinks that this seems to be a bit out of courtesy?" ”

Mu Qingmiao also hooked her lips and smiled: "Could it be that I saw the wrong person, in fact, Miss Murong is such a reserved woman?" ”

"Yes, the young castle lord is wrong." Ye Qinghuan unexpectedly admitted it cheerfully, and said with a smile: "For people who are not familiar with me, I am very restrained!" ”

The counterattack, which was neither soft nor hard, made Mu Qingmao's eyes a little darker.

"I heard that Miss Murong wants to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives?" Mu Qingmiao smiled and spoke, as if he hadn't heard Ye Qinghuan's unceremonious metaphor.

Ye Qinghuan's eyes rolled, and he smiled sweetly: "Could it be that the young castle master also intends to participate in the martial arts competition?" ”

Mu Qingmiao glanced at the woman in front of her, and said indifferently: "Is Miss Murong worthy of me to go to Bo?" ”

"Of course it's worth it." Ye Qinghuan looked like an old god: "Who let me have a Yushu windy, wise and powerful ninth uncle?" ”

With this, she is too worthy of all the forces to rob!

Otherwise, how could the damn Murong Yu design her marriage contract so quickly?