Cheng Xiulu was ridiculed for being speechless, and her face was as ugly as it could be. Before Yu could ask her to leave, she left with her tail in her hands.

I didn't even bring the hairpin I left on the coffee table.

Young Moyang looks up, with a smile under her eyes. She sees the cold in the living room from the corner of her eyes. She doesn't dare to be too bold.

After thinking about it, I respectfully said, "young master, if there is nothing wrong, I will first..."

"You follow me to the study."

I more cold cold interrupt her words, cross her, pace upstairs.

Young Mu is still in a daze, his noble figure has disappeared in the stairway.

The housekeeper hurriedly urged, "Nian Xiaomu, young master calls you, you are not going quickly!"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

It wasn't her illusion. Did he really call her?

Can't he believe that she didn't steal the hairpin?

The year small Mu is carrying a belly of doubt, purses the mouth, slowly follows upstairs.

Walking to the door of the study, I found that the door was only hidden, not closed tightly.

"Young master, I'm in." She gave a shout before she raised her hand and pushed the door in.

Just walked in, the person slightly a Zheng.

Yu Yuehan sits in front of the desk. The wooden desk is full of antique flavor, which softens the chill on him.

The glimmer of light came through the window behind him, and there was a layer of holy light on him.

His face is slightly sideways, the delicate skin makes the woman sigh. The shadow cast by the light on his nose makes his facial features look more profound and three-dimensional.

I don't know why. Looking at the picture in front of her, in her mind, inexplicably rings the sentence he just said to Cheng Xiulu: "it's just like Do the people who slander me need to give me an explanation? "

His people

The heart throb of Nian Xiaomu.

It turns out that this is the feeling of someone being a backer.

Although she was very clear in her heart, Yu Yuehan didn't necessarily want to help her come out, maybe she just didn't want to lose his face because of her.

He also clearly saw that he began to intervene in this matter after hearing Cheng Xiulu mention old lady Yu.

But the heart will not consciously because of his words, disordered rhythm.

Who says that a good-looking woman is a disaster? According to her, so is a man.

There is a monster in front of her!

"Satisfied with what you see?" A cold voice line, suddenly ring in the ear.

Nian Xiaomu suddenly returns to his mind, only to find that he is stunned by his glorious beauty!

He raised his head and looked up at his dark eyes. He could not guess whether he was serious or mocking her.

Nian Xiaomu coughs awkwardly twice to cover up his heart.

"Young master, what can I do for you?"

"I thought you'd have something to explain to me alone." Yu Yuehan put his elbows on the desk. His fingers with distinct phalanges were folded together, and he had a good chin.

Obviously, I didn't do anything, but I was under pressure.

Nian Xiaomu thought that he didn't believe in himself, so he turned his back.

"What I said before is true. I just sent my wife back to the yard. She asked me to help her wear hair clips, and I helped her wear them..."

As soon as Nian Xiaomu explained a few words, he found that his eyes were not right.

Sharp eyes, as if to dissect her.

She was a little stiff and stopped chatting.

Before she could understand how she had offended him, she heard his cold voice, "when did you see that the diamond on the hairpin was fake?"