The restless door opened again.

Mo Yun let out a painful cry, and the blood-stained hairpin fell to the ground.

It coincides with the autumn wind, and the fallen leaves are swaying; The sound of the hosta flowers falling to the ground is like a needle-tip falling carpet, which makes people ignore it.

Ye Mushen slowly turned around and looked down at Mo Yun who was sitting on the ground.

He tried his best to ignore the figure of a certain guy out of the corner of his eye, and bent down to help her up, "I'm sorry......

Mo Yun finally couldn't help crying, lowering his head and not wanting people to see his embarrassment, "You go away, don't touch me." ”

Her right wrist was stabbed by Ling Shang's silver needle, and her arm was paralyzed.

Ye Mushen restrained his emotions, "You're injured, get up first." ”

Ling Shangsan took two steps behind Mo Yun and pulled her away from Ye Mushen's hand by the arm.

There was still a strong sense of wine in his eyes, and he stared at Ye Mushen so drunkenly.

Mo Yun wiped his tears with his sleeve and wanted to break away from Ling Shang, but was fiercely detained by Ling Shang.

"Apologize." Ling Shang's voice was so soft that people felt that he was talking about love.

Ye Mushen's face was embarrassed and blue and white, "No, you don't have to ......"

Mo Yun lowered his head, his slender body was shaky, and his cry was heartbreaking.

She is not an embroidered pillow, how can she really not understand her husband's heart?

She doesn't mind deceiving herself for the rest of her life, but Ling Shang won't even give her this opportunity.

Ling Shang looked at Ye Mushen against the light, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Mo Yun was about to attack him, why didn't he seem angry at all?

Why is there only deep sympathy in his eyes?

Is it sympathy for her Mo Yun, or sympathy...... Is he a businessman?

"Apologize." Ling Shang put on the posture of a husband to Mo Yun, tough and ruthless, and could not be resisted.

Mo Yun cried a little harder, his crying was a little softer, and the sobbing sound became more intense.

Ye Mushen finally raised his eyes to meet Ling Shang's gaze, his brows furrowed, "Don't be so fierce. ”

Ling Shang's drunkenness woke up a lot, let go of Mo Yun's hand, and took two steps back as if he couldn't stand.

Ye Mushen took advantage of the situation to help Mo Yun and handed over the handkerchief, "Xiaoyun...... Madam. ”

He has always been good at resolving embarrassing situations with words, but at this moment he doesn't know what to say.

Mo Yun is innocent; She didn't deserve to be treated like this by Ling Shang.

And the cause of all this is his own night ginseng.

It was he who brought about the marriage; It was for his own selfishness that caused this person who regarded him as his sister to lose his happiness.

Mo Yun took the handkerchief, raised his red eyes full of tears, and slapped him hard.

Ye Mu Ginseng was slapped in the face; A bright red palm print on his face.

He didn't feel pain.

As early as on the way from Kanto to Anyang, he was ready to take a few stabs from her.

It's just the state of mind at that time, and Ye Mushen at this moment also feels ridiculous.

Mo Yun has lost everything, and what did he do to make a mistake in Ye Mushen to want to snatch her last support?

What's more, the person she regards as a treasure is a poisonous snake in his eyes at this moment.

……

Ling Shang's clothes were slightly disheveled, and he still had a hangover lazy fatigue on his face, and he looked at Ye Mushen and stopped talking.

Since you will be blamed by this person for saying anything, it is better not to say anything.

Mo Yun also seemed to be shocked by his actions, forgot to cry for a while, and looked at the white-haired man who was a head taller than himself in a daze.

She had peeked at the door of her father's study several times.

It's always such a handsome side face, but at that time there was always a charming smile on the corner of his mouth.

She was really tempted by him.