Chapter 271

Murong Yu bent down smartly, "no, Miss Mo, I'll take you to a good play."

Since someone dressed up, wouldn't her failure to cooperate be tantamount to humiliating others?

Raising his head, Mo Xi Yan's temperament instantly changed from elegant indifference to noble coldness. He stretched out his right hand like a charity, lowered his eyelids and glanced at the man, "in this way, please Murong and lead the way."

"Well, this way, please." Murong Yu was really addicted when he dressed up.

A noble prince, who was really small like this, took Mo Xiyan's hand and went straight to the spring breeze building.

At the door, a middle-aged steward greeted him.

"Two distinguished guests, do you have an appointment?"

He smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. He could even see that there was contempt in his eyes when he looked at them.

"You still need to make an appointment in Chunfeng building?" Murong Yu straightened up and smashed at the housekeeper with fierce eyes.

Men are about playwrights.

One second ago, I was still immersed in the story of the boy.

At this time, the second turned into a majestic God of war. The indifferent look made the management expression suddenly change.

Looking at the green and white face of the steward, Mo Xiyan cheered secretly and gave Murong a wave 666.

"How can this become dumb?"

Murong Yushen's eyes gathered to the steward's side, with a voice they could hear, and then said, "since you're not in charge, ask your boss Yunyan to come out and explain yourself."

Although he deliberately lowered it, Mo Xiyan still listened to a clear.

But since Murong Yu didn't want her to know, she pretended not to know.

Anyway, she will see Yunyan sooner or later.

Hum, don't ask her how she knows. I didn't see that the steward has already grabbed an old face. She's embarrassed to cry or not, and she can't pull her face when she wants to say she regrets. She thinks it's likely that he'll let someone find Yunyan the next second.

Because Murong Yu only said such a sentence in his mouth, who knows whether it is true or false, or does he shake some people?

All the people in this building are excellent.

Not to mention a steward.

Sure enough, when a servant passed by, he stopped him.

Then they mysteriously stepped aside and bit their ears.

"Yes, I'll do it now."

With that, the servant looked at them like a great enemy, and then left in a hurry.

At the same time, the steward suddenly had a backbone, raised his hand and gently patted Murong Yu's shoulder, and said with light irony, "wait a minute, you'll know who should have a good look!"

Murong Yu didn't speak. Don't cherish Yan's lazy look at him.

As expected, this man could only be a small steward and was thrown to the door.

With such eyesight and such a mind, you can achieve great things, which is called having a ghost.

Rolling his eyes and looking at Murong Yu, he found that at this time, he had returned to an ice face. It was cold enough to freeze all the creatures close to him.

It's all like this. The steward is still pestling there like a person who has nothing to do. It seems that she underestimated him.

Murong Yu seemed to feel Mo Xiyan's eyes. At this time, he was on the side of the good head and fell in love with her.

For a while, the iceberg melted and the flowers bloomed in spring.

This change, in addition to don't cherish Yan, it's the steward who can experience it most.

Looking at his slightly recovered expression, she knew that he was not indifferent.

Just thinking, the little servant who had just left rushed back.

Mo Xiyan subconsciously looked behind him. Well, no one, except the moving guests.

When it comes to guests... She glanced aside and found that the guests who came and went to the door of the building turned a blind eye to them.

Vaguely, I can still see their occasional glance, with contempt and disdain at the bottom of their eyes.

What's the matter with these people?

She didn't offend them. Besides, Murong Yu, a natural emperor, Duke and noble, how can his temperament be despised and despised.

Mo Xiyan, who never admitted to protecting his shortcomings, wanted to go up and smoke that guy's mouth to teach him what life is!

So, angry, she successfully missed it. After hearing the servant's words, her face changed from a slight white to a complete pale.

"What are you looking at? Can we go in?"

Murong Yu's cold voice sounded. Mo Xiyan turned his head back. As a result, it was a pale steward who assimilated the makeup of a Japanese geisha and a man who was cold again.

Well, what did she miss?

At the same time, he found that his right hand was being led by Murong Yu, and walked inward at the same speed as a snail.

Murong Yu raised his eyebrows, and his voice was colder. "Don't you go yet?"

What is this crazy?

Mo Xiyan turned his eyes secretly, but it didn't show on the watch. He nodded very much to the man's face, "well, let's go."

After her eyes moved back, the air conditioning around the man decreased significantly.

The obvious change of temperature made Mo Xiyan look at Murong Yu with a poker face on the Kanban involuntarily.

Her heart throbbed when she saw his resentful eyes.

God, a man like him with a natural fortitude and handsome face really doesn't deserve such eyes.

I don't know what the wind is. How can I look at her like this?

Therefore, I do not know whether it is with heartache, curiosity, or research.

So, in the whole process of walking into the building, Mo Xiyan's eyes solidified on Murong Yu's face until she was taken to the backyard by the steward. This obvious light change distracted her.

Then she couldn't help sighing. No wonder the reputation of Chunfeng building was so obvious.

Look at the noisy lobby. Just crossing a door is like a paradise.

There are water, rockeries and waterside pavilions. Whether it is close-up or long-range, it can be said to be a classic of indoor scenery.

In addition, a group of famous actors sitting on one side of the corridor, holding silk and bamboo in their hands, blowing and playing, can play exquisite music three feet around the beam.

The atmosphere here is pushed up to an equal level.

When the steward got here, he stopped moving.

Mo Xi Yan just wanted to ask, so he looked not far away and walked over with a smile towards the girl who came running like the wind step by step.

When the steward saw her coming, he hesitated and asked, "peach, Yun, aunt Yun is angry?"

But the girl turned a blind eye to it. This shelf is more powerful than this one.

But when she turned to them, she resumed her gentle smile again. "Please follow me, two. Aunt Yun wants to see you."

Her attitude is much better than that. At least she knows what a smiling face is.

"HMM." Murong Yugui nodded and pulled Mo Xiyan to follow the girl inside.

"Peach, you have to help me!"

The steward didn't know where the courage came from. Unexpectedly, he took an arrow step forward and blocked the peach. The corners of his eyes were red and begged her.

"You are the most powerful person around aunt Yun. She will listen to you, so please..."

"Get up quickly. If you really want to dispel aunt Yun's anger, go on duty and don't make your stink again."

The peach gave a cold hum, raised his hand and patted the steward's chest, "maybe you can adjust it back, otherwise, hum."

With those two extremely cold "hum", the steward's face turned white, and his breath seemed to begin to be unstable.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was stopped by a peach eye knife.

"If you understand, go back to the front yard. You don't deserve to come in here."

Words fall, peach is quite arrogant to push aside the steward who obstructs the road, and directly crossed him.

At the same time, when I passed him, I turned my head and looked at them with a gentle spring like smile, "please follow me, two."

Murong Yu nodded and took Mo Xiyan's hand and quickly followed.

Don't cherish Yan's sigh while walking. Well, this face change is really not unique to a family.

Look at the girl named Xiaotao. Her face changes like turning a book. She is really more powerful than Murong Yu.

At least this kind of sarcasm with sarcasm is much better than a pair of her sad eyes that seem to drop ink.

After taking them around a corner, peach took them up a narrow and steep staircase that can only be walked by one person.

Such a design is actually a little anti-human.

It's really hard for people with poor feet to climb up.

After all, who has nothing to do with the design of their own stairs, more than 60 degrees?

Mo Xiyan is a little lucky at this time. He hasn't forgotten to exercise and practice all the time.

While improving their strength, they also made a big leap in their physical quality.

Otherwise, I'm sure I'll make a fool of myself here today.

Murong Yu looked back. After seeing Mo Xiyan's calm face and seven or eight steps behind him, he immediately retreated back.

"Tired? I'll carry you."

"No..."

Mo Xiyan was pulled back to reality by his voice. Just about to wave his hand and say that he was just in a daze, the voice of the peach strongly inserted in.

"If the guest is unwell, he can go to the downstairs lounge to rest."

Although her voice was as gentle as ever, somehow, Mo Xiyan recognized that she still had words in her words.

It made the bottom of her eyes flash slightly.

Want to take her away?

She won't let you like it!

"No, my bones are not delicate enough. Girl, please lead the way. We're walking slowly here. In fact, it's only fun between us."

Speaking of this, Mo Xiyan took the initiative to hold Murong's emperor, and then smiled, "right, I didn't say anything wrong this time?"

At the same time, she squeezed Murong Yu's broad and rough palm to show her threat.

But her strength was really not strong. She bit the mosquito gently and itched, which made his heart itch.

Of course, this is not the time to be crazy.

He secretly warned himself, then held someone's still making trouble with his back hand and said, "yes, you're really smart this time. I'll reward you later."