Ling Shang knew Ye Mu Shen too well.

This guy must have met some kind of difficult person.

Otherwise, if you are surprised by seeing yourself, you should have some ridicule and disgust in your eyes.

"How do you ......"

"You're ......"

The two spoke almost at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.

Ye Mushen glanced back in a panic, and immediately strode forward, "Alas, offended." ”

After speaking, he used an obscene method similar to forcibly robbing the people's daughter, hugged Ling Shang's body from behind, covered his mouth and dragged him to the ancestral hall.

Ye Mushen put his ear against the wall in fear, as if listening to the footsteps outside.

After a while, Ling Shang heard a chaotic sound of footsteps.

There seemed to be four or five people walking by, and they were all a little drunk when they heard the footsteps.

Ye Mushen hugged Ling Shang tightly, one hand still tightly covering his mouth, and the other hand on his shoulder.

This posture was so awkward that Ling Shang almost fainted with suffocation, and his chest also rose and fell violently.

Ye Mushen sensed Ling Shang's reaction after realizing it, and awkwardly distanced himself from him, and made a gesture of boosing at him.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached, and the voices of several young men could be faintly heard.

A few people chattered, and Jiang Qingyun's voice was particularly harsh, "Hey, could it be that I read it wrong?" I can clearly see him coming here......"

Passerby A: "Hey, Seventh Prince, this place can't be entered......"

Jiang Qingyun snorted dissatisfiedly, "Huh? Why? He can enter at night, why can't I, Jiang Qingyun, enter? ”

Passerby B: "Hey, you may have read it wrong......"

Passerby C: "Yes, yes, the lights are dim here, and it's understandable to be wrong." ”

Passer-by: "That's it, I didn't see any handsome white-haired man you said just now." ”

Jiang Qingyun roared impatiently, "He must be inside!" Don't stop me—let him escape in the afternoon, and I must not let him slip under my nose at night! There are a lot of us, and we really can't do it, so you can help this little master and give him ......"

Hearing this, Ling Shang unconsciously wrapped his hand around Ye Mushen's waist.

As if he was afraid that he would be robbed by these people.

Ye Mushen was a little trembling with anger to Jiang Qingyun, who was unabashed and unrestrained.

Ling Shang couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart—this person didn't push himself away.

So he got a little closer, thinking to himself, even if it was wishful thinking, even if it was more than a moment of time.

The footsteps outside stopped for a moment, and then became chaotic again, as if they were approaching the ancestral hall.

Passerby A: "Seventh Young Master, this is not very suitable......

Passerby B: "Hey, is that boy really that attractive?" You are fascinated by the Seventh Prince? ”

Passerby C: "Speaking of those charming men, I heard that there is a place in the north of the city that is ......"

Jiang Qingyun was probably annoyed by this nonsense, and with a bang, there was a sound of glass falling to the ground.

"You who have never seen the world! How dare you compare this master's sweetheart with those lowly goods? In the future, you want to borrow money from me......"

When Ling Shang heard the word "sweetheart", his brows furrowed tightly, and he circled Ye Mu ginseng even tighter.

The two were so close together that even their breath fell on each other's necks.

Ye Mushen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated again, and he smiled softly, "Brother, let go of your hand...... I won't run. ”

When Ling Shang heard him say this, he pulled him a little closer to him, as if he was afraid that he would really run away.