Mu Ling stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Yan, preventing Mo Yan from walking.
Mo Yan lowered her head slightly and looked at the pair of feet on the ground. She knew someone was in front of her, so she turned around and walked to the other side.
"Sir, wait a minute," Mu Ling called Mo Yan, "I don't know your name?"
Fang's name? Mo Yan was slightly stunned, why is it Fang's name? Now she is dressed as a man, and she has been a man for more than ten years. Is this person mocking herself?
Mo Yan was silent and just continued to walk forward. On the way back, maybe it was time to go back. After only a short time, he had to go back again.
"Brother, wait a minute," Mu Ling chuckled and changed his name, "Just now..."
Mo Yan ignored Mu Ling's words and did not stop. He just walked back. The faint and lonely look on his back reflected in Mu Ling's eyes.
Xiao Man stood there and did not follow Mo Yan. Instead, he glanced at Mu Ling, then turned around and followed Mo Yan's footsteps.
Mu Ling waved her paper fan, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and a trace of amusement flashed in her eagle eyes as she looked at the back.
I have never seen such a beauty, and it is even rarer to see such a handsome man. Mu Ling sighed, there is such a beautiful man in this world, it makes people's hearts beat.
Mo Yan didn't pay attention to the eyes behind him at all, and just walked back towards the mansion. Since Mo was the surname of Mo State, the courtyard where Mo Yan was located was named Yan Mansion.
However, not many people would pay attention to a proton's mansion. Mo Yan has been in this country as a proton for eighteen years, and few people will come in and out of her mansion.
After walking all the way back, Mo Yan slightly raised his head to look at the door of the mansion, only to see a figure standing in front of the door. The cold look on his body made Mo Yan stand still and had the urge to run back, but in the end he slowly raised his head.
I got up and walked up to that figure
The man in the purple gown had sharp and cold eyes. When he met Mo Yan's eyes, a soft color flashed through his eyes, and he directly picked up Mo Yan who was approaching and entered the house.
Holding Mo Yan in his arms, he ran all the way to the courtyard. He gently held Mo Yan and sat on the pavilion. The light blue gauze curtain fluttered with the breeze, and a few strands of hair blurred his eyes.
"Yan," Mu Feng just uttered one word and then leaned down and kissed Mo Yan's slightly pale lips. He didn't care about Mo Yan's expressionless face at all. He would only let Mo Yan go when he felt it was okay.
It's better to say letting go than to spare Mo Yan's lips. Mu Feng will never give up his rights, so he almost made Mo Yan his.
"Yan," after rubbing a few hairs around Mo Yan's ears, Mu Feng breathed softly into Mo Yan's ears, "I agreed not to look at other people's opinions."
Mo Yan remained silent and just leaned on Mu Feng's shoulder. Where had her freedom gone?
His misty eyes couldn't find any focus. Mo Yan didn't know what he was looking at. He just seemed to see a free-flying butterfly in front of his eyes. But in the end, the butterfly fell to the ground. A butterfly without wings cannot fly.
"Yan," seeing Mo Yan silent, Mu Feng just smiled softly, "I agreed, don't run around again next time."
Mu Feng was not afraid that Mo Yan's appearance would attract bees and butterflies, but he was afraid that Mo Yan would no longer belong to him alone, and that Mo Yan would be attracted to someone else.
Mu Feng never blinked at the sound of the battlefield. It was only when he met Mo Yan that he became like this