Chapter 786

He Wenhao pursed his thin lips tightly, and handed the Changxiao in his hand to Renzhi: "Put it up, keep it well, and don't take it out in the future."

I couldn't understand it: "Master, don't you like it?"

He Wenhao shook his head: "It's too precious, just keep it for a while on weekdays."

Ren Zhi thought that it was because He Wenhao liked it too much and was reluctant to use it, so he wiped Chang Xiao clean with brocade silk, put it in a brocade box, and placed it high in the innermost layer of the closet.

He Wenhao stared at the night outside the window, recalling what Feng Yichen had said to him in his mind, the dark tide surged in his eyes, his mood fluctuated like a tide...

What exactly does Feng Yichen want to do?

The meaning in these words is clearly to match him with Mo Lingwei.

Although he likes Mo Lingwei, but with his current status and status, the two of them are so different from each other, how can there be any intersection, and it is enough to see her every day.

He had lived in the He family since he was a child, and he had always been good at observing words and expressions, and he always felt that Feng Yichen seemed to have a different kind of affection for Mo Lingwei.

Not to mention hostility.

Not to mention admiration.

But it is this paradoxical feeling that makes it so complicated.

He couldn't figure out Feng Yichen's thoughts, but he knew Feng Yichen's purpose......

Chu Yunyao was sitting at the table and was writing the content of the medical book when she heard Mu Qing's high-pitched announcement: "Young Madam, Master is back."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Mo Lingyuan, dressed in black and wearing a cloak, strode in.

The cold wind came in from the door, almost blowing out the red candles burning on the table.

Mo Lingyuan closed the door smoothly, untied the cloak on his body and hung it on the shelf, looked at Chu Yunyao with burning eyes: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Chu Yunyao put down the pen in her hand, "Wait for your husband to come back."

Mo Lingyuan's dull mood was swept away immediately, and he walked towards the ear room: "I'll go to wash up first, it's late, you should go to bed early."

Chu Yunyao hooked his hands at Mo Lingyuan: "Come here."

Mo Lingyuan's face froze, "Yunyao..."

Chu Yunyao rested her elbows on the table, and rested her chin on her palm: "Why do you smell like other women's makeup?"

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

Mo Lingyuan's complexion became worse and worse, and he hesitated, not knowing how to explain it.

Chu Yunyao's smiling eyes slowly condensed, staring at him without blinking.

Today, he managed to keep his eyelids open and was not overwhelmed by sleepiness, but the moment he opened the door, the cold wind blew his smell in.

Her sense of smell has always been keen, and she can distinguish mixed herbs, and sometimes she can recognize them just by smelling them.

How could she not smell such a strong smell on Mo Lingyuan?

This perfume smell, produced in the West, seems to be someone's favorite.

Mo Lingyuan was afraid that Chu Yunyao would get angry, so he dragged a chair and sat down opposite Chu Yunyao, not daring to get too close to her, lest she might be disgusted by her.

Carefully scrutinizing her face, he confessed frankly: "When I came back today, I met Cheng Xinqi..."

Chu Yunyao interrupted him, and said coolly: "Did you hug her?"

"I..." Mo Lingyuan became anxious, Junyi's fair face flushed red: "I did give her a hug, but it wasn't intentional, she jumped off the carriage and almost fell, I gave her a hand.

She leaned into my arms. "

Mo Lingyuan saw Chu Yunyao's cold eyes, and grabbed Chu Yunyao's hand: "Believe me, I just pushed her away after helping her to stand firmly, and I didn't have too much relationship with her." physical contact......"