Chapter 2883

The young prince leaned against the sandalwood chair and was not willing to lift his eyes until he finished reviewing the last document. He looked at the current picture calmly. His eyes were strange and did not contain any feelings, but it made people feel cold for no reason.

"Oh." he sent out a very short and pleasant syllable, left his brush on the table at will, and slowly said, "on the seventh day of the seventh day, you go out."

The seventh day took a look and withdrew without saying a word.

There are only two people left in the study, Mo Liyan and ran Bai.

The young prince also leaned back against the chair and had a lazy sense of indifference. At the moment, he supported his jaw with one hand and raised his deep eyes. He looked at dyed white from top to bottom, like looking at a cold corpse.

He looked up slightly at the girl standing there, but his temperament was as indifferent and noble as ever, giving people a sense of condescending arrogance.

Dyed white met his eyes and smoothed the snow-white sleeves with one hand.

Two people face each other with four eyes.

After a while,

Mo Liyan smiled like a low voice. He was casual and more indifferent. He didn't take everything in front of him seriously at all. It was like being scratched by a pet picked up by the side of the road. It didn't matter: "in less than a day, you have a long temper."

When he said this, he was laughing, but there was no warmth in the bottom of his eyes, but it was calm and chilling.

Dyed a white face without expression: "I don't dare."

"Don't dare?" Mo Liyan repeated three words, narrowed his eyes and suddenly sneered, "if you don't dare, can you be here now?"

"Who gave you the courage to break into the important place of the study without permission." Mo Liyan asked her. The tail tone was light, seven points cold and three points dangerous like an abyss: "huh?"

"When King Jin doesn't see me, he always wants to find some ways and use some means." ran Baisi is not afraid, but returns with a light voice.

Mo Liyan sneered coldly, lightly and seemed to be a little interested: "then what are you going to do to find Ben Wang?"

The girl's eyes were calm, walked forward directly, and put the Rose Crisp, which had been bought from the shop and had not moved at all, on the desk of the study.

Looking at the things on the table, Mo Liyan frowned a little, indifferent: "what is this?"

"The king Jin forgot what he said before, so soon?" ran Bai leaned against the table and spoke without rules.

oh

Mo Liyan remembered.

It's the Rose Crisp that is casually mentioned for opening the dyed white.

He blinked his eyes gently. He felt a little funny and didn't believe it. He raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Why are you looking for Ben Wang?"

Dyed white asked, "otherwise?"

Mo Liyan was quiet for a few minutes. He suddenly got up straight, got up in front of the seat, walked slowly and gracefully around the other side of the table, and finally stood in front of the girl. With the light and shadow of the lamp, his eyes turned from ran Bai, as if thinking.

Mo Liyan suddenly couldn't understand dye white.

He casually looked through the documents placed in a corner of the table and table, and suddenly made an unexpected move. The young prince supported the table with one hand, and his bony slender fingers pressed on the table. The pure black table was lined with white skin, interwoven with a cold sense of abstinence.

With that posture, Mo Liyan leaned over directly and trapped the girl in front of the table. When she was close, the clean and delicious fragrance lingered around her, with a sense of bewitchment.

Strong and aggressive.

He stared at dyed white carefully, as if thinking about what it was. He stopped for two or three seconds before he began to smile: "I always feel that you are very smart."

Ranbai leaned against the table, as if she was vaguely aware of something. Her eyes were light and cold. She didn't say anything. She just looked at Mo Liyan blandly and asked with light mockery, "then?"

Mo Liyan seemed puzzled, cold and bored. He glanced at the Rose Crisp placed next to him. The sweetness in the air made him unhappy, but the cedar fragrance on the man in front of him smelled well, which slightly relieved his impatience.

The man drooped his eyes, and the long eyelashes were too long. His slender and beautiful fingers raised, and his fingertips gently rubbed the girl's cheeks, as if he were rubbing a beautiful fine porcelain exhibit. Without emotion, the sound line temperature was slightly cool: "when will I do such a stupid thing?"

Stupid.

In Mo Liyan's opinion,

Dyeing white is just to send a rose cake. It can only be called these two words. There is no way to describe it in other words.

And,

It doesn't make any sense.

Mo Liyan also seemed impatient and uninterested. He withdrew his hand calmly and indifferently, sat back on the red sandalwood chair, and said coldly: "don't say this. How can you break into the study without permission?"

It seems,

Mo Liyan didn't mean to just forget it.

Ranbai has been very calm. She feels that she is calm enough. After waiting outside the study for a day, she kicks open the door of the study. Now she gets up calmly and can maintain a rational voice to ask Mo Liyan.

"What does King Jin want?"

Mo Liyan seemed to think for a while and seriously thought about how to punish dye white, but he didn't come up with any good idea. His long and sharp eyes were not warm and light. Finally, Bo Liang said, "owe it."

Mo Liyan looked at her and didn't care about the Rose Crisp there. His eyes slipped from the girl's pale and exquisite facial features, and his snow clothes did not hide his aggressive look, with a kind of cold indifference.

Finally, she took back her eyes, opened her thin lips, and couldn't hear her emotion in her voice: "who have you seen today?"

"I saw many people along the way. Which one do you say?"

Mo Liyan pointed his fingertips, some casual coldness, "too."

He didn't say anything about Wei Pingsheng. He didn't mention a word. Looking at the girl standing there, his eyes were deep exploration, as if he was measuring something, as if looking at the value of a cold object, without temperature or emotion.

Finally, the thin lip gently lifted a dangerous and careless arc: "it seems that you have good skills."

"King Jin flattered me, just so."

"I don't think those torture will ruin your martial arts." Mo Liyan said quietly: "since you can do this now, you represent your strength."

The original master's martial arts have indeed been abolished,

Now it's just a means to whiten yourself.

But she's not going to say.

"Here's the rose cake." the girl knocked on the table. "If King Jin doesn't have anything else, I'll bring it, then I'll go first."

Even if ranbai doesn't say, Mo Liyan will issue an expulsion order.

There was only Mo Liyan left in the study.

As usual, he flipped through the files, looked attentively, as if he were looking for something, and pulled out one book after another from the bookshelf.