"Don't you hear so many people calling you alone here?"

"Why don't you hurry up, what are you doing standing here?"

Old lady Leng looked sideways at Yan Muye, who was standing next to her, and Yan Muye quickly came back to her senses: "You don't have to salute me. I know how many ridiculous things I've done myself. The prodigal son will not change his money, and after I gave birth to your little master, I have already woken up. ”

"From now on, I will be a member of the Leng family in life, and I will be a ghost of the Leng family in death, thank you for ignoring your past suspicions."

After Yan Muye finished speaking to everyone, the other people who came to the memorial service also saw this scene.

Murong Xiaoxiao didn't expect this to be the case, when did Old Lady Leng like Yan Muye?

This question kept circling in Murong Xiaoxiao's mind. Leng Fengcai sighed, but he couldn't say anything.

The memorial service continued, and at the door, a figure suddenly passed the corner of Yan Muye's eyes. Yan Muye quickly chased after him.

…

"Why are you here?"

Shen Yuan also wore a silver-white mask at this time. Next to him stood He Suming, He Suming seemed to have two large bouquets of chrysanthemums in his hand, watching Yan Muye chase after him, he hurriedly took two steps forward, and then held the two bouquets of chrysanthemums in front of Yan Muye.

"Is the tanuki changing the prince?"

He Suming slowly approached her, and after Yan Muye heard this, Shixian then fell on He Suming's face.

Yan Muye could clearly see each of He Suming's slender eyelashes at this time, and there seemed to be curious stare in his black pupils.

If it were a normal day, Yan Muye would definitely say hello to him after seeing him, but now, Yan Muye suddenly didn't want to talk to him much.

"Don't talk nonsense without evidence, what kind of tanuki for the prince, I don't understand what you say."

He Suming lowered his head and sniffed the chrysanthemums in his arms, and then stuffed all the flowers into Yan Muye's arms.

"It's okay, if you don't understand, I didn't intend to make you understand. It's just that this time we met, how do I feel that you are obviously a lot colder to me, usually I still think about making coffee for you to drink, what are you doing, is our friendship a plastic friendship? ”

He Suming smiled in a low voice, and Shen Yuan next to him also walked over: "Okay." ”

"We're just coming to see you, the deadline we agreed on is coming, tonight, you can come to the Dream Pavilion tonight, I already know the answers to the questions you want to ask, it's up to you whether you come or not, mourn."

Shen Yuan didn't continue to say anything, and the aura on his body was still cold. He Suming waved his hand, then turned around: "I'm leaving, we will wait for you in the Dream Pavilion tonight." ”

Yan Muye's brows couldn't help frowning, and then she looked down at the chrysanthemum in her arms, and she always had some bad premonitions in her heart.

How could they be so sure they would go? She does, though.

…

"Are you willing?"

After Murong Xiaoxiao finished asking these words, she carefully looked at the expression on Wen Qi'er's face. Wen Qi'er's expression was faint, as if people couldn't feel the temperature on her body.

"What does Miss Murong mean by this, you are trying to sow discord?"

Murong Xiaoxiao: "I don't mean anything, I just think the two of us are very similar." ”

"You don't like Yan Muye, and I don't like her. She was recognized by the Leng family just now, isn't there a little fluctuation in your heart? ”