Master? Frowning, he looked at Mu Tong, who looked delighted, and the man next to her who was looking at her meaningfully. Mu Yan stood there blankly, without making a sound.
Seeing Mu Yan standing there silently and not responding to her invitation, Feng Xiaoling smiled and asked, "Or is it that the young master did not come here just to drink and have fun?"
He calmly regained his consciousness, gently opened the folding fan, and let go of the beauty Mu Yan in his arms. He smiled evilly without haste, which made the man looking at him stunned and said, "Come to this land of fireworks, I don't want to do anything for you."
Are you looking for fun, or are you here just to buy fireworks? Thanks to the young master, Mu Mou thanks you in advance."
The dark eyes flashed, and Mu Yan followed Mu Tong and her master with complicated thoughts. There were so many people in Zuimeng Tower, and she was not stupid enough to believe that Mu Tong's master was real.
, it was just a coincidence that he saw them as soon as they entered the door, and the smell of him... seemed to be inexplicably familiar.
Walking along the stairs to the private room on the second floor, the extraordinary appearance of the three people frequently attracted attention along the way.
Stepping into the room, a faint scent of sandalwood hit him. Mu Yan looked at the man who was the first to sit on the chair and raised his eyes to meet his. He paused unconsciously and smiled slightly. He sat aside and sat aside.
Seeing Mu Tong pulling the man's sleeves affectionately and chatting happily with him, a trace of worry that was not easily noticed flashed through her eyes.
"Yan'er" a deep voice sounded in the room, causing Mu Yan to raise his head and look at the man who called his name. "It's been so long, don't you have anything to say to me?"
What to say? Is there anything she should say to him? She glanced at the man in confusion, and then at Mu Tong beside him. Mu Yan shook his head hesitantly.
"Master" bit her lower lip lightly, Mu Tong shook her head with a gloomy face, and looked at Feng Xiaoling with gloomy eyes, "Sister, she has lost her memory, so she can't remember the past things..."
Amnesia? She suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Mu Yan's confused expression. Feng Xiaoling reluctantly accepted this fact and silently clenched her fists. Bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed through her eyes, and she coldly vomited out a few words.
This word made Mu Yan couldn't help but frown, "Did Xia Yifeng do it?"
"What's in the past is in the past." He glanced at Mu Tong who was about to speak. Mu Yan spoke first and blocked her mouth. "There's no point in bringing up the reason now." He picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip.
Mu Yan looked at the man opposite him with burning eyes, "Yes?"
"Madam, you're right!" Xia Yifeng's voice came from outside the door, making Mu Yan stunned, and Feng Xiaoling, who looked dissatisfied, narrowed his eyes. When did he get here, and why didn't he notice it at all?
"Things in the past are in the past, and it would be boring to mention them again now."
Lifting up the gauze curtain, Xia Yifeng walked up to Mu Yan with an evil smile, glanced at the three people in the room, and sat down on the bed next to Mu Yan calmly and naturally, "Xiao
Ling, long time no see”
Squinting and smiling, she looked at the angry man next to her. Xia Yifeng had a playful look in her pretty features. She was lying lazily on the bed. She looked particularly enchanting and handsome in a red brocade dress. Her long hair was scattered casually around her body, and her face looked like a Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon is as colorful as a spring dawn flower, with hair like a knife cut, eyebrows like ink paintings, eyes like autumn waves, a pure face with a pair of slender phoenix eyes, such a perfect appearance that Mu Yan couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't take it back for a long time.
own eyes
He was still dealing with the murder case on the street just now, and he came here so quickly and even changed his clothes?
A tense atmosphere filled the room. Mu Yan suddenly felt the murderous intent between the two people. His eyes kept moving between the two people. Mu Yan didn't understand. What was Xia Yifeng selling in this performance?