Mo Yun hysterically smashed all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on Ling Shang's case to the ground, and then gritted his teeth and ran away.

Ling Shang was a little worried, she was a weak woman, would it be dangerous to run out at night so much.

But that worry was soon replaced by a mixture of bitterness and hatred.

Let her go.

Even, Ling Shang wished that she would meet someone with bad intentions......

He was in a mess in the room, as if he had been cut off to the bones, and he had no intention of cleaning it up.

Once upon a time, he didn't want to be contaminated with even half a cent of dust, and obsessive-compulsive disorder generally wanted to clean up everything he did.

He also took such pains, after committing countless sins, that he appeared in front of everyone with a clear conscience that did not concern himself and had a clear conscience, and even those who held his handle could do nothing about him.

It's as if if you do that, you're really clean.

Recently, however, he has become more and more aware that there are some things that cannot be hidden, washed away, or erased no matter what.

Why did it become like this, whether such a change was good or bad, Ling Shang didn't want to think about it.

He clearly didn't get a drop of wine, but he collapsed drunken on the messy floor.

There was not a single light in the house.

The darkness and silence brought him close.

When he heard the knock on the door, he sneered contemptuously, he could have broken into his door generously before, but now he has become like a well-informed lady again?

The sound on the door became more and more impatient, and Ling Shang became more and more annoyed.

Who knew it was this guy.

At some point, he felt that he was freed from the dark and lonely void, and the decay that filled his heart was also dispelled.

It was only that it was quickly pushed back into the bottomless abyss.

……

Ling Shang gently broke Ye Mushen's hand, "Where did she go, I don't know." ”

"What do you mean by not knowing? She's your ......."

"She's my wife, do I have to watch over her all the time?" Ling Shang snorted coldly, "In this way, I am still your ......"

Ye Mushen interrupted him in disgust, "Xiao Yun has nothing but you. Is that what you do to her? What kind of man are you? ”

……

……

When Mo Yun returned to Donglai Pavilion, he faintly felt a strange and dangerous aura in the air.

The people in the cabinet treated her with great respect, and did not ask her why she disappeared all day, but gave her exquisite snacks and prepared a flower bath for her.

After bathing, the two maids invited her to meet her master.

Mo Yun didn't have any doubts, but the terrifying situation of being persecuted by her not long ago was still vivid, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Hua Yao has a treacherous temperament, and it is really scary to be ruthless.

Behind the dreamy water curtain, Hua Yao was lying comfortably on the goose down couch, and her graceful figure was not very clear.

Mo Yun returned to Hua Yao's forbidden room for the first time.

After a cursory look at the four walls, I recognized many paintings by famous artists.

Many of them are rare treasures on the market, and I can't help but be shocked by Hua Yao's financial resources.

"Sister Yun'er, do you like these paintings too?" Hua Yao's voice is like a jade strike, clear and clear.

Mo Yun naturally likes it.

"If my sister likes it, just take it."

“……”

Mo Yun was deeply puzzled - shouldn't Hua Yao scold her again? Why do you want to send such a precious thing to her?

The fragrance lingers in the room, and the momentary silence is not too embarrassing.

Hua Yao was still lying behind the water curtain, "Sister Yun'er, you seem to be very afraid of me." ”