The fall was very heavy. Mo Xiaoxuan could not stand up immediately. He just looked at Yu Nianying blankly and burst into tears, "That's not the case. She is lying to you. The person who saved you in Muma City two years ago clearly

It’s me!”

Yu Nianying sneered and looked at Mo Xiaoxuan with disdain, "Miss Mo is really good at joking. The one who saved me back then was obviously my wife, how could it be you!"

Li Qing'er also said anxiously: "The incident of rescuing Nian Ying back then, because this year Qing'er resisted the marriage and injured the groom, and was almost burned, and was finally expelled from the house by her parents, so everyone in Muma City regarded it as a gossip after dinner.

Let’s talk.

Qing'er thought that this is how Miss Mo knew, but she never thought that you would pretend to be me because of this, which is really scary.

However, you don’t know that Nian Ying left me a dagger and a letter when he left. These are tokens between us that no one can replace."

After saying that, she started to cry again, and Yu Nianying immediately hugged her shoulders in distress, and his big, sharp-jointed hands gently ran along her back.

Mo Xiaoxuan's face was as white as a piece of paper. She endured the pain and stood up suddenly, pointing at Li Qing'er's nose and said: "Liar, you liar, I gave you the dagger and the letter, and so did those stories.

I told you."

"Miss Mo, how could you hand over something so important to someone else?" Li Qing'er choked with sobs.

"..." Mo Xiaoxuan suddenly realized that her biggest mistake was trusting people too much, but what else could she do at this moment besides explaining?

She turned to look at Yu Nianying, holding his arm tightly with both hands, "Nianying, will you believe me, right? You said that if you don't die..."

"That's enough, Miss Mo!" Yu Nianying pushed him away in disgust, her voice cold to the bone, "Perhaps if others say such things, I, Yu Nianying, would still be suspicious.

But Miss Mo, the girl who saved me back then was a slender little girl, and take a look for yourself, hum~ You are thousands of miles apart from her..."

Her heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife. Mo Xiaoxuan froze in place. How else could she explain it, what else could she do?

In Yu Nianying's eyes, the little girl who saved him was beautiful, but at this moment she was ugly, even disgusting to the eyes.

Her hands loosened little by little, and she no longer had the courage to hold him. Mo Xiaoxuan seemed to see the victorious smile Li Qing'er threw at her.

"Nianying, I'm afraid~ I want to go home!" Li Qing'er nestled pitifully in Yu Nianying's arms.

Yu Nianying frowned and hugged the woman in his arms tighter, "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry that I can't accompany you~Butler, see the guests off~"

After saying that, he flicked his long black sleeves, hugged Li Qing'er and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

…

When we came out of Yufu, the drizzle in the sky became more and more dense, and the whole world intertwined into a hazy rain curtain.

Mo Xiaoxuan didn't say a word, not even a tear fell, and just walked in the drizzle in despair.

Perhaps she was infected by this sad scene, and Murong Qianqian didn't feel very good in her heart. She held an oil-paper umbrella and prepared to catch up.

Xuanyuan Yao grabbed her collar and lifted her back, saying calmly: "It's okay to let the rain soak you."

Murong Qianqian glared at the other party fiercely, and said angrily: "You men are all blind assholes. When you see a beautiful woman, you think she is your savior, and you sneer at the one who is not beautiful."

"There has been progress. Now I can use idioms." Xuanyuan Yao patted her head.

Murong Qianqian became anxious and gritted her teeth: "I am a talented woman. Do you understand that I am a talented woman?"

Xuanyuan Yao held up his chin: "Is it firewood for the strong fire?"

"..."

When he returned to the inn, Mo Xiaoxuan locked himself in the room, covered his head and fell asleep.

Murong Qianqian originally wanted to say some words of relief, but at this time, she could not find a reason for picking her scalp. It cannot be said that Yu Nianying recognized the wrong person. If his small body is pressed by you, he may die early.

It is estimated that as soon as she said such comforting words, Mo Xiaoxuan jumped up and overwhelmed her.

In the evening, an elderly man arrived at the inn holding an oil-paper umbrella. After asking the waiter, he went directly to Mo Xiaoxuan's room.

He knocked twice on the door and said in a low voice: "Xiaoxuan, I am Uncle Li!"

Murong Qianqian, who was having dinner next door, ran over as soon as she heard it was Uncle Li, and knowingly asked, "Excuse me, are you Li Qing'er's grandfather?"

Uncle Li looked at Murong Qianqian, nodded and said, "Who is the girl?"

Murong Qianqian crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling that she should use her special skills at this time to teach him an educational lesson in a thoughtful and thoughtful manner, so she cleared her throat and said: "Ahem~Uncle Li,

Although you have worked hard to raise Li Qing'er, but... bala bala... I have said so much, do you understand?"

Murong Qianqian spoke a lot without taking a breath. The old Uncle Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly: "That's what the girl said!"

Murong Qianqian continued: "Uncle Li, what I said is not important, the important thing is that you have to..."

"Squeak~" At this moment, the door opened.

Mo Xiaoxuan's face was pale and his eyes were red and swollen as he said: "Uncle Li, come in~"

After hearing what Mo Xiaoxuan said, there was a "whistle" sound, and Uncle Li immediately slipped into the room with flying strides.

Murong Qianqian was also ready to step in, but before she even stepped in, the door slammed shut, almost knocking her into a flat-nosed beauty.

Looking back, I happened to see Xuanyuan Yao leaning on the door frame, arms folded in front of his chest, looking at her leisurely, and said with a half-smile: "Actually, you also have advantages."

Murong Qianqian raised her orchid fingers and brushed the broken hair on her forehead narcissistically, "Ha~ you only found out today~ But what advantages did you see?"

Xuanyuan Yao's lips twitched, but he still had the same look on his face, "Your words will cut your throat with blood."

"Eh~ Is there one?" Murong Qianqian still seriously didn't notice it.

"Yes," Xuanyuan Yao nodded, "because your nonsense can drive a normal person crazy."

Murong Qianqian had three black lines on her forehead and grinned: "Yao Yao, you are so bad!"

Xuanyuan Yao's brows twitched and he returned to the guest room silently.

By the time Uncle Li came out, it was already dark. He held on to the doorframe and said, "Xiaoxuan, please don't hate Qing'er. If you want to, just hate me~" After that, he wiped away his tears and left.

Murong Qianqian entered Mo Xiaoxuan's room and saw that she was packing her parcel. She couldn't help but raise her finger and admired: "Are you going to forcefully enter the Yu Mansion? This courage is really commendable."

"..." Mo Xiaoxuan paused and said with a wry smile: "Miss Murong, thank you for saving my life, but Xiaoxuan has to leave."
Chapter completed!