He Wenhao pursed his thin lips tightly, and handed Changxiao in his hand to Ren Zhi: "Put it away, keep it well, don't take it out in the future." ”

I couldn't help but be puzzled: "Young master, don't you like it?" ”

He Wenhao shook his head: "It's too precious, just keep it for the time being on weekdays." ”

I thought that He Wenhao was reluctant to use it because he liked it too much, so he wiped it clean with brocade silk and put it in a brocade box, and put it high in the innermost layer of the wardrobe.

He Wenhao stared at the night outside the window, thinking back to what Feng Yichen had said to him, the dark tide in his eyes was surging, and his mood was like a tide, undulating and unstable......

What does Feng Yichen want to do?

The meaning of these words is clearly to match him with Mo Lingwei.

Although he likes Mo Lingwei, with his current identity and status, the two are so different, how can they intersect, and they will be content to see her every day.

He has lived in the He family since he was a child, and he has always been good at observing words and feelings, and he always feels that Feng Yichen seems to have a different kind of affection for Mo Lingwei.

In terms of hostility, I can't talk about it.

When it comes to love, let alone love.

But it's this paradoxical feeling that makes it so complicated.

He couldn't guess Feng Yichen's thoughts, but he knew Feng Yichen's purpose......

Chu Yunyao was sitting at the table, and was writing the contents of the medical book, when he heard Mu Qing's high-pitched announcement: "Young lady, the master is back." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Mo Lingyuan, dressed in black clothes and cloak, strode in.

The cold wind poured in through the doorway, nearly blowing out the red candles burning on the table.

Mo Lingyuan closed the door with his hand, untied the cloak on his body and hung it on the shelf, and looked at Chu Yunyao with burning eyes: "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Chu Yunyao put down the pen in her hand, "Wait for your husband." ”

Mo Lingyuan's dull mood was suddenly swept away, and he raised his feet and walked towards the ear room: "I'll go freshen up first, it's late, you go to bed early." ”

Chu Yunyao hooked his hand at Mo Lingyuan: "Come here." ”

Mo Lingyuan's face froze for a moment, "Yun Yao......"

Chu Yunyao's elbow rested on the table, and his palm supported his chin: "How can you have the smell of other women's fat powder on you?" ”

Mo Lingyuan: "......"

Mo Lingyuan's face became more and more bad, and he hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

Chu Yunyao's lightly smiling eyes slowly condensed, staring at him for a moment.

Today, he finally held his eyelids and was not struck down by the feeling of sleepiness, but the moment he pushed the door open, the cold wind blew the smell of his body in.

She has always had a keen sense of smell, and she can sometimes recognize herbs by smell.

Mo Lingyuan had such a heavy smell, how could she not smell it?

This perfume smell, made in the West, seems to be someone's favorite.

Mo Lingyuan was afraid that Chu Yunyao would be angry, so he dragged a chair and sat down opposite Chu Yunyao, not daring to get too close to her, so as not to be disgusted by her.

cautiously looked at her face, and said: "When I came back today, I met Cheng Xinqi......"

Chu Yunyao interrupted him and said coldly: "You hugged her?" ”

"I ......" Mo Lingyuan was anxious, and her handsome and fair face turned red: "I did hug her, but I didn't mean to, she jumped off the carriage and almost fell, so I helped her."

She leaned into my arms. ”

Mo Lingyuan saw Chu Yunyao's eyes swishing, and grabbed Chu Yunyao's hand: "You believe me, I just pushed her away after helping her stand firm, and I didn't have too much physical contact with her......