On the opposite side, a man in a moon-white robe, handsome and elegant, heard Yang Jinxin's cry, and strode through.

When Qin Muyang saw him coming, he put his left hand on Yang Jinxin's shoulder, firmly holding the person in his arms, looking intimate.

The man approached, took a deep look at Yang Jinxin, his eyes crossed her wrist, his eyes were undisguised distress, he frowned, and he still looked warm.

"When did Si Shao meet Jinxin?"

Qin Muyang's black pupils darkened, with a light smile on his face, and his tone was still not warm.

"It's been a while, what? Do you know Jinxin too? ”

Yang Jinxin didn't care about the familiar appearance between them, and reached out to pull Qin Muyang's hand, tears did not stop, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Brother Huo, I don't know him!"

These words obviously annoyed Qin Muyang, he looked down at the girl who was only up to his shoulder, and pinched her small chin with his other hand, his eyes were full of piercing coldness, but he had a doting tone.

"Why are you so disobedient and let outsiders see jokes!"

Huo Donglai chuckled senselessly, "Fourth Shao, didn't you see that you had already hurt her?" ”

"Really?" Qin Muyang turned his head to look at him, but his hand unconsciously loosened, with a casual posture, "Why did you meet you here so coincidentally?" ”

"I'm here to pick up Jinxin." Huo Dong looked at Yang Jinxin, his obsidian-like eyes were gentle as water.

"Aunt Lan's medicine is almost finished, why don't you go and get the medicine?"

Yang Jinxin pinched Qin Muyang's hand fiercely, jumped away while his hand was soft, hid behind Huo Donglai, grabbed his shirt tightly, and looked at him pitifully.

"I was just going to ......"

Huo Donglai consciously stood in front of her, his slender fingers touched the tears on her cheeks, and then picked up one of her Hao wrists, and there was an obvious bruise on it, which was shocking on her white wrist. Looking up at Qin Muyang, sparks flew in his black eyes.

"When did Si Shao become so rude?"

Qin Muyang watched the interaction between the two coldly, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and his natural cold temperament was clear at a glance.

"In that case, let's trouble Donglai, take a good look at her, don't leave any symptoms."

Huo Donglai's smile was still like a spring breeze, and he nodded: "Okay!"

Qin Muyang's cold eyes looked at Yang Jinxin, and she didn't shy away from looking at him, her eyes were full of stubborn anger, but she still had a flattery that penetrated into her bones.

Without saying anything more, Qin Muyang only nodded slightly to Huo Donglai, turned around and walked towards the car not far away.

When the car was far away, Yang Jinxin exhaled, let go of his hand with a little embarrassment, and looked at the wrinkled placket that was pinched by himself, and his ears turned red.

"Thank you so much just now, Brother Huo...... Your clothes ......"

Huo Donglai stroked the folds on it, and said with a smile that he didn't mind: "It's just a few marks, just let people iron it, but it's your hand, go to the clinic to rub the medicine, so as not to worry Aunt Lan."

Yang Jinxin rubbed his wrist and nodded helplessly: "I can only trouble you!"

……

After the last explosion, the rose garden has reopened after being renovated.

This time, the layout is completely according to the old style of the theater garden, and the box on the second floor has been uniformly turned into a semi-open compartment, and you can directly watch the performance below from above. The position with the best line of sight in the center is naturally Qin Muyang's exclusive position.

Yang Jinhuan is singing a new song, she has always been known for her unique style, coupled with catchy lyrics, it caused a sensation as soon as it came out, and soon spread to the streets and alleys, this time, of course, caused the audience to boil.

Qin Muyang was dressed in a navy blue brocade robe, his short black hair was combed back, shiny and shiny, he sat up straight on the mahogany chair, lowered his head and looked at the two shallow crescent-shaped marks on the back of his left hand, and stroked his fingers from time to time, I don't know what to think, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Liao Yong knocked on the door and came in, gave a military salute, and then tentatively called him: "Four Shao!"

Qin Muyang was still in that posture, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Miss Yang did go to Young Master Huo's clinic." Liao Yong glanced at him and said hesitantly: "I went to Huo's house to find out, it seems that Mrs. Huo and Miss Yang's mother knew each other when they were young, so ...... Miss Yang and Young Master Huo have known each other for a long time. ”

Qin Muyang raised his head and looked at the stage below, Yang Jinhuan was singing to the ** place, and his tactful and melodious singing voice was rising little by little, clear and ethereal, attracting applause from the audience.

He also smiled in return, resting his left elbow on the armrest, rubbing his fingers lightly, and did not speak for a long time. Liao Yong stared at his expression tightly, for fear of missing some instructions.

Finally put down his hand, picked up the teacup, floated the floating tea foam again, and opened his mouth.

"Mrs. Huo is the daughter of the former Jinling Mansion Yin, and she can know her, this background is ......"

"Subordinates go and do it immediately!" The tacit understanding between Liao Yong and Qin Muyang is incomparable.

Yang Jinhuan on the stage downstairs sang to the end. She also has a pair of big, bright eyes, a perfect figure, and a facial contour similar to someone's, even more mature and beautiful than her, but ...... Why her?

Qin Muyang lowered his head and stroked the mark on the back of his hand again, what was the difference?

Maybe it was the moment she reached out to pick up the grenade that pulled the string, or maybe it was the disdainful and stubborn look in her eyes when she looked at herself, who knows?

Qin Muyang changed his posture and leaned on the mahogany chair, his right hand resting on his cheeks, and his slender index finger scraping his smooth chin. When Yang Jinhuan came in, he saw his lazy appearance that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as handsome as a god, and the soft yellow light shone down, dissipating some of the cold air on his body. Her heart was beating wildly again, why couldn't such a beautiful man touch his heart?

"Four young ......," Yang Jinhuan called softly.

Qin Muyang tilted his head, with a businesslike smile in the corner of his eyes, and beckoned at her with his left hand, Yang Jinhuan approached with a smile.

Just about to sit down on the chair next to him, he didn't want Qin Muyang to reach out and grab her, his bony hand played with her round and white fingers, and the fingertips ran across her red nails.

The shape of this hand is also similar, but the other one is only a thin white plain hand, without bewitching cardamom, and the nails are short and neat.

Suddenly, I felt that this hand that I was used to seeing was so vulgar that disgust flashed through my dark eyes. His fingers pinched the wrist in his hand upward, and a transparent emerald green bracelet was held up on his forearm, and he couldn't help but think of the other wrist without any ornaments, and his fingers tightened.

"Hmm...... Four less, it hurts! Yang Jinhuan groaned.

Qin Muyang didn't let go, he still increased his strength, Yang Jinhuan didn't know what he thought, his tears were shaking, and he didn't dare to break free, so he had to grit his teeth and bear it.

Finally, the big hand was released, and the wrist in the palm only changed color with the blood flow, and soon returned to its original state.

"Does it hurt?" His cold voice was colorless.

"Well, it's okay!" Yang Jinhuan silently forced back the tears in his eyes and reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips.

Qin Muyang looked at her, and the moisture in her eyes that she didn't have time to recover coincided with the pupils of another pair of eyes.

He stared at these eyes tightly, with a force in his hand, Yang Jinhuan fell into his arms, shyness and surprise appeared in his eyes, his heart beat as if his breathing was heavier, his beautiful eyes circulated on his face, and his eyes evolved into lingering love silk.

As soon as the eyes of the woman in front of him changed, Qin Muyang felt that he had lost that charm, the trance of the previous second disappeared, and he unwillingly reached out to cover these eyes, the tip of his nose and his small chin were exactly the same.

In front of him, the seductive red lips are delicate and trembling slightly, this should be the lip color he likes, and the faint pink color can't be compared to it at all. Qin Muyang lowered his head and leaned towards the slightly open red lips, and a stream of pine nut fragrance rushed into his nostrils, this is the most popular imported perfume recently, and he has smelled it on more than one woman. With his lips next to each other, he could already feel the woman's rapid breathing, but he stopped suddenly, as if he was being pulled by something, and he couldn't get closer.

Yang Jinhuan was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, she could feel his hot gaze, which she had never felt before, and then the familiar smell of tobacco came closer, and then stopped.

She longed like a cat's claw in her heart, but she didn't feel anything wrong at all, and when she was young, she had also seen women under her mother's teaching. Later, after the Republic of China, her mother naturally stopped doing this kind of education, but she was still an old-fashioned woman with different appearances and appearances.

Even if she fell into the dust later, she could keep that original heart in the red dust until this man appeared.

She always remembered that night, she was drugged by her manager, and there was a trace of reason left in the haze, but she couldn't do anything but cry, and then she woke up in his mansion.

She didn't remember what happened that night, but from that day on, they came together naturally, and everyone else said that she was his woman, and she was secretly happy, if she could really follow him like this, even if she could only stay outside for the rest of her life.

Qin Muyang opened the distance between him and Yang Jinhuan, withdrew his hand, Yang Jinhuan's long eyelashes fanned, and the disappointment in his eyes was full of disappointment, after that night, he had never made love to her behind people, and she thought that today was an exception.

"Four young ......" Yang Jinhuan called softly, and the meaning of coquettishness was quite strong.

Qin Muyang stopped looking at her, and looked down at her wrist that had been pinched by herself.

"Here, will it be green?" A cold index finger swiped over it.

Yang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant, "How can there be such a delicate person?" ”

"Didn't you?" Qin Muyang looked up at her, and a rare doubt appeared in his dark eyes, "What about your sister, won't she either?" ”

Yang Jinhuan "chuckled" in his heart, and the unknown emotions were rendered, Qin Muyang's cold eyes looked at her seriously, he was waiting for her answer.

"It should ...... Nor will it. ”

His gaze was forced to look at her, and it was so cold that it made her tremble unconsciously.

Qin Muyang reached out and stroked her stiff back, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

"How so?" Yang Jinhuan wrapped his arms around his neck and boldly rested his head on his shoulder, "Jin Huan has been a person with four young people all his life, how can he be afraid of four young people?" ”

The woman exhaled like an orchid, and the murmur in her ear has always been the easiest to make a man lose his mind, but Qin Muyang still straightened his back and was unmoved.

Yang Jinhuan tried to retract his arms, hugged him virtually, and sank into it in a daze.

"Jin Huan has been your person all his life!"

This is the attitude that a woman should have towards herself, Qin Muyang chuckled, and his fingers slid up and down her back, causing Yang Jinhuan to tremble.

She sank into his shoulder, touched his bulging Adam's apple with the tip of her nose, and only felt that a strange tide of love was rippling in her body, itching to the bone.

"Uh-huh......" Yang Jinhuan's low moan was as melodious as her singing, she curled up in his arms like a cat, trembling her hands to grope for the buckle around his neck, and her fingertips poked in.

The atmosphere in the box became ambiguous, and Yang Jinhuan's rapid gasps, accompanied by the sound of rustling clothes, could be heard clearly.

Qin Muyang sat motionless on the chair, letting the woman in his arms unbutton his clothes, and his soft and boneless hands pressed against his thin chest.

"Four Less...... Four young ......" Yang Jinhuan didn't know what to do when he was hit by lust, so he just blindly called him, his red lips lingered around his neck, the hand holding him tightened, and his body was tightly attached to him.

The woman was enthusiastic, but Qin Muyang couldn't be interested for some reason, so she let Yang Jinhuan writhe in her arms, and took out her pocket watch and opened it.

Yang Jinhuan, who was tormented by desire, sobbed lowly, and when he saw that he looked like he was out of the way, he came up with a small temperament, reached out and grabbed the pocket watch, pursed his red lips and coquettishly, "Four young people...... Look at me! ”

Qin Muyang's face changed at that moment, looking at her face red with desire with contempt, and her voice was cold.

"Bring it!"

Yang Jinhuan was shocked by the coldness in his eyes, his beautiful eyes were in a trance, and he couldn't find the focal length for a long time.

Qin Muyang pinched her chin and stared at her gloomily.

"Bring it!"

Yang Jinhuan only felt that the cold air was surrounding, the enthusiasm just now had long since disappeared, her pretty face became dead white, and she trembled and handed over the pocket watch in her hand, and her body couldn't help shaking lightly.

"Four Less...... Right...... I'm sorry...... I ......"

Liao Yong knocked on the door at this time and came in, and when he saw this scene, he also walked over and gave a military salute.

"Si Shao, it's time to go back!"

Qin Muyang pulled the person out of his arms, and regardless of Yang Jinhuan staggering to the ground, he stood up, Liao Yong stepped forward to button it for him, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and prepared to leave.

Yang Jinhuan was lying on the ground trembling, crawling over and grabbing the hem of his clothes, tilting his head.

"Four Less...... Four Less...... I'm sorry...... Forgive me......"

Qin Muyang lowered his head, his needle-like eyes shot straight at him coldly, stopped for a few seconds, and bent down to pull her up.

"What's the way it is!"

When Yang Jinhuan came into contact with his eyes, he barely pulled a pale smile, and wanted to grab his hand, but was ruthlessly brushed away.

Qin Muyang looked at her tearful eyes, and his cold fingers swept across her face.

"Don't take it as an example!"

Leaving this sentence, Qin Muyang turned around and left, no longer staying.