The emotions in Sheng Moyuan's eyes were even darker, and his eyebrows, which were already cold, were covered with a layer of frost at this moment.

Sheng Moyuan couldn't help but raise his hand and grabbed Han Xiao's collar.

"Young Master."

Several attendants subconsciously opened their mouths, wanting to make Sheng Moyuan careful.

Sheng Moyuan had a calm face, and he didn't know where he got such a lot of strength, so he directly dragged the other party to the lake and threw the person down at once.

"You...... Homicide...... Not! Homicide...... Yes. ”

This position of the lake is a little deep, Sheng Moyuan raised his foot and kicked the person even further, and the hem of his clothes was stained with water droplets.

It's just that the emotions under the eyes are dark and scary.

"I'm trying, with all that I have now, what are you doing? Ghost crying wolf? ”

The voice was also deep, and I didn't want to talk to him.

Today's original mood was swept away in an instant.

Sheng Moyuan's cold eyes were a little annoyed and irritated, and he didn't want to pay attention to the chaos he had caused, and turned around, intending to leave here.

Then the action was slightly stunned.

I saw the clear light leaning against the weeping willows not far away.

Qinghui turned his back to the sun, his expression was a little unclear, he raised his hand lazily and yawned, it was rare to change his clothes today, not the dress that was fluttering but did not belong to the world.

Instead, it was a light blue skirt, which looked a little more into the WTO, and it inexplicably matched his clothes today.

Sheng Moyuan was stunned for a moment.

Then he ignored the call of the attendant next to him, and walked quickly towards Qinghui with his feet raised.

Qinghui is still the same as before, looking a little lazy, with a little dusty atmosphere, and a small face is very good-looking, which attracts the unmarried sons around him to peek.

He hadn't seen Qinghui for about half a month.

Sheng Moyuan slowed down about three or two steps away from Qinghui.

Look at Qinghui.

Qinghui straightened up slightly.

Expressing deep regret that he couldn't do it, his pretty eyes blinked, and he said, "Are you hungry?" ”

Lord Lingjian was a little hungry and wanted to eat.

Sheng Moyuan came back to his senses, answered, and walked to Qinghui in three or two steps.

The moment he approached, a faint sweet fragrance hit Qinghui's body.

It is her own fragrance, mixed with a sweet pastry taste.

It's about the same as the smell on his pillow that is gradually dissipating.

Smelling this breath, Sheng Moyuan suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

She hadn't been here for days, and the breath in the house had dissipated.

It's the relationship of the original sentence......

I knew he wouldn't say that.

The cold young man's long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, and his curly eyelashes covered his black pupils, and the emotions in them were also hidden.

I don't know where the emotion suddenly came from, so Sheng Moyuan raised his hand and grabbed Qinghui's wrist.

Qinghui looked sideways at him.

"Radiant ......"

"Huh?" Qinghui is lazy and lazy.

There was obviously a lazy look in his eyes, but his figure was clearly reflected, and the surrounding scene seemed to be completely absent from her eyes.

At that moment, Sheng Moyuan somewhat understood why his mother was always saying, I don't know how many sons envy you.

In the world of Qinghui, everything is not in the eyes, but you are in the eyes, and that feeling is deep and impossible to get rid of.

"I was wrong before, I want to marry you...... I liked you, I just thought I wouldn't be able to live, so I didn't want to bother you. ”