"My surname is Mu," Ye Yimu replied after thinking for a while. She could feel that the man in front of her was very powerful, and he had the aura of a king exuding from the inside out.

Also, isn’t it said that beauty is a curse? No matter how “beautiful” the man in front of me is, there is no guarantee that he is a curse…

"Where do you live?" Leng Zitian didn't know why, he just wanted to get to know her.

Looking into her eyes, there is always a feeling of familiarity and attachment.

"Orphan" must be sick, this handsome man.

"Where to stay?"

"Main Street"

"tomorrow?"

"Broken Temple"

…

"Zi Tian" After going through N questions and answers, Leng Zitian finally felt less cold and said seriously.

Do you think he is stupid? It's obvious that he is deceiving her. Leng Zitian just wants to talk to her, and he doesn't care about Ye Yimu's deception.

"Huh?" Ye Yimu picked up the snack and took a bite.

"You can call me Zitian" Leng Zitian thought she didn't hear clearly and explained kindly.

"Oh" Ye Yimu frowned slightly, this name seemed familiar to her.

"I went to the wrong room." Ye Yimu repeated the first sentence, Saonian, I went to the wrong room, can I leave?

"Ask me." Leng Zitian was serious.

Ye Yimu blinked and stared at the handsome man in front of him carefully. It was so strange. Has no one talked to him? He had to talk to a stranger?

"Ask me instead." Leng Zitian pretended that she didn't understand and explained seriously.

Ye Yimu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up at Leng Zitian. "Are you a puppet?"

It’s so similar, is it true? Such a mechanical question and answer, from the beginning to the present, has always been the same expression, that is, there is no expression. It must be a puppet.

But this puppet is so lifelike, is it true? In other words, how can a person look so perfect?

The shadow guard Yesan in the dark was turned to stone. Miss Mu is too majestic and majestic, she is completely seeking death. The prince is a genuine person, okay?

Ye San has always hidden his aura in the dark. His prince won't let him come out, and he can't stay too far away from him.

So, I accidentally heard the whole thing.

"No," Leng Zitian replied seriously.

Ye San felt like he was not feeling well. Is this still the prince? Where is the prince who cherishes his words like gold? Where is the prince who is so cold that people tremble? Where is the prince who is as human as air?…

The current situation is that his prince is "molesting" his little girl?...

This picture is very... subtle!

"Actually, I went to the wrong room." Ye Yimu felt a little helpless, with a touch of sadness.

You are so young, I was just careless. Is it necessary? Can you let me go?…

"Can I find you?" Leng Zitian asked again.

It's a question, yes, you heard it right. It's a question... After experiencing N affirmative sentences, a question comes.

Ye San: I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t hear anything…

"Of course." Ye Yimu smiled slightly. If you can find it.

Because of the meal, Ye Yimu took off his veil after entering the private room of the restaurant. Then he simply forgot to put it on.

Stunned, Leng Zitian stared at Ye Yimu motionless. Seeing her smile slightly, Leng Zitian was stunned.

A little warm…

"Let's talk next time." Ye Yimu was stared at so hard that his ears turned red.

Lifting up Xiaobai who was sleeping on the chair, he quickly dodged away.

This handsome man is so weird!

…

After Ye Yimu left, Leng Zitian came back to his senses, and Ye San knelt on one foot beside him.

Leng Zitian waved his right hand slightly, and Ye San turned around and left.

"Wait." Leng Zitian looked out the window with half-squinted eyes.

Ye San was stunned for a second and then disappeared.

I want all her information, be careful, check it secretly, and don't let her find out.

Ye Yimu turned left and right all the way...stopped and walked...and finally flashed into the wooden garden like a ghost.

Beautiful night, brilliant starry sky.

Ye Yimu is still sitting on the roof...

Holding your chin with your hands, eyes slightly closed...

Zi...tian...Ye Yimu didn't know why he suddenly thought of this name. He shook his head gently, and his figure jumped up. The roof was empty.

A certain residence and study in the imperial capital of Zunnan Kingdom

Leng Zitian carefully flipped through the information in front of him page by page, and there was still no unnecessary expression on his cold face.

That is Ye Yimu's information. His fourteen years of life are detailed and clear.
Chapter completed!