Qiao Tianchang looked at the woman in front of him without any words. His eyelids jumped straight. He reached out and knocked her on the head: "nonsense."

Ning Mengyao nodded with a smile, which was a little charming.

They entered the room laughing and talking. After they all went back, a man in white brocade appeared at the door, looked at Chuang Tzu and whispered, "is this it?"

Yang Lele was going to pick some vegetables at her mother's house to eat. Who knows that just when she went out, she saw a gentle and elegant man standing at the door of ningmengyao's house with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Are you here for Yao and Yao?" Yang Lele walked over and smiled at the man in front of him.

The man looked at Yang Lele and nodded: "yes."

"Just a moment. I'll get someone for you." Then he went to Zhuangzi.

Before long, Ning Mengyao followed Yang Lele out.

Seeing the strange man standing outside, Ning Mengyao frowned: "who are you?" She doesn't know this person at all.

The man looked at Ning Mengyao in a trance: "ya'er."

The woman in front of him is very similar to the one in his memory, but her face is more flexible, which is totally different from her gentle.

Ning Mengyao frowned, "I'm sorry you've got the wrong person."

The man smiled and shook his head: "no, I didn't admit my mistake, maybe I was looking for you."

Ning Mengyao looks at the man in front of him strangely: "who are you?"

"White ink."

Ning Mengyao looks at the man in front of her, then shakes her head: "I don't know."

"You will know me." White ink chuckled.

Although they are very similar, they are not alone after all. That person does not have the temperament of ningmengyao, and ningmengyao does not have the gentleness that belongs to that person.

What ningmengyao hates most is this guessing game. His eyebrows are wrinkled to death. Both eyebrows are turning into two caterpillars: "what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for you." White Mo looks at Ning Mengyao's face with a very soft expression. If he looks carefully, his eyes seem to be obviously gentle.

Ning Mengyao looks at Bai Mo and says, "come in then."

Bai Mo follows Ning Mengyao into Zhuangzi.

After entering, Bai Mo was surprised in his eyes. He didn't expect to build such a good place in such a small mountain village.

As soon as I went in, I smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, which made white ink have the illusion of obsession, as if he should belong here.

Ning Mengyao didn't hear her footsteps for a long time. She turned her head subconsciously and saw Bai Mo looking at the garden and didn't know what she was thinking.

Ning Mengyao frowns at the side. She doesn't know why she should stand so obediently. She just thinks it's not good to disturb this man.

When Nangong Yan saw white ink, he was surprised: "white ink? Why are you here? "

White ink also seems to have some accidents: "the flame is long gone."

Ningmengyao blinked, some surprised asked: "Dad you know him?"

"Well, I know him. He used to be very close friends with his father and your mother." Thinking of the days, Nangong Yan has a strong smile on her face.

That's the happy expression when I see my old friend.

"Oh." This man looks so young. Unexpectedly, he is the same generation as Nangong Yan.

Nangong Yan happily greets Bai Mo to sit down and asks curiously, "how did you find here?"

"I found yar'er, but I can't bring anyone out now." White ink lowered his head, and his eyes flickered slightly. At that moment, no one saw it, including Ning Mengyao.

Nangong Yan opened his eyes and couldn't believe looking at Bai Mo: "Bai Mo, are you really talking about it?"

Have you really found Yaer? If so, he must go and give people and come back.

Bai Mo nodded and frowned, with a delicate look: "it's true that ya'er is in the hands of the national teacher of Miao."

Nangong Yan is a little surprised: "how can ya'er get involved with Nanjiang national teacher?"