Mu Qing shook his head: "I don't know, I'll go and have a look."

Just as Mu Qing took a step, the long sword of the guard beside him came out of its sheath, and the sharp blade stuck to Mu Qing's neck, with a loud voice: "Stop, don't move!"

Mu Qing turned slightly, twisted his backhand, and grabbed the long sword in the guard's hand with lightning speed, and hung it on his neck: "Whoever gave you the guts, don't look at who we are. People, can you tolerate your presumptuousness here?"

Against a master like Feng Yichen, Mu Qing is no match.

But he didn't pay much attention to these little-known little people.

As soon as the words finished, a light and arrogant female voice came over: "My He family is one of the largest families in Nancheng after all, but you don't take us seriously at all, what a majesty."

Chu Yunyao looked up following the voice, and saw a luxuriously dressed woman walking slowly.

She is petite and slender, half a head shorter than Chu Yunyao, her long black hair is tied up and hangs behind her head, she is wearing a plain cheongsam with thin makeup, her beautiful eyebrows reveal a slow arrogance, A pair of eyes looked at Chu Yunyao up and down.

Chu Yunyao frowned lightly, the girl's attire looked familiar.

After thinking about it, I suddenly realized.

Isn't the color of the clothes and hairstyle the same as Mo Lingwei's usual attire?

Mo Lingwei has an inherent melancholy temperament, and she looks graceful. With this outfit, she looks like a classical woman who walked out of an ink painting. If she holds an oil-paper umbrella and walks on the bluestone In the alley, she is an ink painting.

It's a pity that the woman in front of me is beautiful, with flamboyant eyebrows and eye corners. If she dresses up more lively, it would be nice to wear bright clothes, but she wants to imitate Mo Lingwei's appearance, and she dresses nondescriptly. .

No need to guess, Chu Yunyao already knew the identity of this woman, probably Miss He Jia.

Chu Yunyao cursed Feng Yichen to death in her heart.

What's the matter, as soon as the news that Mo Lingwei followed her to the south spread, this young lady from the He family found her here.

That bastard Feng Shaojin doesn't care about your fiancée.

Even if you have been hurt by Mo Lingwei, in view of the old love, you can't let your future young wife abuse the woman you once loved like this.

Damn big pig's trotters!

The Feng family really didn't have a good thing.

Fortunately, Mo Lingwei broke up with Feng Shaojin, otherwise, she would have suffered a lot if she married her.

It's fine if the younger brother doesn't wait to see him, but the fiancée can't wait to find her here before it's too late.

Chu Yunyao is not a soft persimmon either, letting irrelevant people handle it: "No matter how great the prestige is, it can't compare with Miss He's ostentation. Those who don't know think that something big happened in this shelter, and it is worth the He family's use of so much money." The guards came to arrest him.

Now that the epidemic is urgent, the He family doesn't seem to care about the sick and displaced people. I don't know what Miss He can do? "

He Jingshu glanced around the room and didn't see the person she was looking for. She became more and more unhappy, so she turned her finger on Chu Yunyao: "Where's Miss Mo Family? Why isn't she here?"

Chu Yunyao sneered coldly: "The eldest lady of our Mo family is not something you can meet whenever you want."

Seeing that Chu Yunyao avoided answering, He Jingshu put her hands behind her back and circled around Chu Yunyao, staring at Chu Yunyao's alluring face, and said disdainfully, "You really do look a bit foxy, no wonder That heartbroken Mo Lingyuan was so fascinated by you so quickly, he even refused to have his fiancée whom he was engaged to."