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From a distance, Mu Xue'er could only hear the little guy calling out for her father.

But from what she had learned over the years, whenever her son called, he would leave.

Every time, she would pretend to be especially sensible and gentle, telling him to quickly go back and accompany the child.

But today, she didn't want to pretend. Perhaps it could be said that she didn't want to miss such a rare opportunity to get along with Mo Yan.

The return of that slut Mu Qiqi had inexplicably made her feel a sense of danger.

She was even more worried that the bitch would snatch Mo Yan away from her.

With a worried expression, she watched as the man hung up the phone. She revealed an awkward expression as she charmingly called out, "Duke Yan, are you leaving again?"

Lord Mo Yan expressionlessly kept his phone and said indifferently: "There's something on Mo Yuchen's side. I'll be leaving first. Take care of your health."

After saying that, without giving her a chance to react, she turned around and walked out. In a moment of desperation, Mu Xue'er lifted up her blanket and threw herself off the bed. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes and directly embraced his waist from behind.

"Duke Yan, don't go!" This was the voice that sounded so deep inside the bones. If it was any other man who heard it, his heart would have softened.

However, she just had to hug Mo Yan.

The coldest man in Cloud City.

Not only that, he also had a serious obsession with cleanliness.

If it was any other man, Mu Xue'er would definitely not be able to bear it even if she threw herself at him. However, he was different. His entire body emitted a wave of disgust and disgust, as if he was carrying some kind of terrifying bacteria on his body.

"Let go!" The low voice was clearly filled with uncontrollable rage.

Mu Xue'er's heart trembled, and the hand still on her waist trembled slightly.

However, she still did not let go.

She was afraid that if she let go today, she would never have the chance to hug him like this ever again.

Although she didn't know what sort of status Mu Qiqi had when she entered Linhai Manor, the woman's strong sixth sense told her that the slut definitely didn't have any good intentions. If Mu Qiqi really intended to take revenge on her and seduce Viscount Mo Yan, she really couldn't guarantee her own chances of victory.

It was like the profound sentence he had heard on the phone the night before: Do you not know whether I am playing or not?

These words were like a thorn in her heart, and each time she thought about it, it hurt like hell.

It was for no other reason but because Mo Yan had never spoken to her in such a tone.

She was angry, she was angry, she was going crazy.

She didn't want anything from being reserved to being virtuous or virtuous.

All she wanted was to have him, to have him, to have him for her entire life.

"I'll say it again, let go!" Facing Mu Xue'er's close contact with him, it was as though thousands of worms were crawling on Mo Yan's body, scratching his heart and scratching his liver.

"No, Duke Yan, I beg of you, please accompany me today, just this once!" Mu Xue'er hugged his waist tightly as she made her final struggle.

"Let go!" His voice was loud and clear, shocking everyone to the point that their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

If not for his resistance, he really wanted to reach up and pry open Mu Xue'er's arm that was tightly around his waist.

After being yelled at by Mo Yan Jue, Mu Xue'er's face turned deathly white. She reluctantly released the hand around his waist and immediately became weaker. She pitifully said, "I'm sorry, I know what I did was wrong, but I …" She immediately used tears from her tears to replace the remaining words.

Initially, she thought that this would earn her a bit of affection from Mo Yan, but after looking at her for a moment, she left a message that there was nothing wrong before she turned around and walked out of the ward.

The moment the door closed, her soft, tear-stained face instantly turned malevolent and crafty …