However, when she turned around and left, Ling Mufeng suddenly raised her head to look at her back and eyes, deeply.
Is she also Ling Mufeng’s lover?
Ye Zhiqiu was a little confused.
She just felt that Ling Mufeng's tense body seemed to be really in pain.
The gentle music is still circling in my ears.
However, those who listen to music no longer have the mood to appreciate music.
Then, the two returned to the villa in silence.
Surprisingly, although Ling Mufeng was lying beside her that night, he did nothing to her.
Instead, I put my hands behind my head, lying on my back to look at the ceiling, thinking about my thoughts-
The next morning, Ling Mufeng was also depressed.
Lian Junzhi, who was following him, was surprised. It was rare to see the young master's emotions like this.
By the way, the young lady didn't look at him this morning. What's wrong?
After all, he couldn't help it. He found a gap and asked Ye Zhiqiu quietly:
"Did you encounter something when the young master went out yesterday?"
Ye Zhiqiu thought for a while and said, "Yesterday in Z City, he saw a young couple quarreling. The man wanted to hit his wife. Ling Mufeng went to stop him, and he has been like this since then."
"Young couple? What kind of couple?" Even Junzhi was puzzled.
"The man didn't see clearly. The woman was about twenty-eight or nine years old, with long hair and melon-shaped face. She looked very delicate, but her face was not very good."
Lian Junzhi's face changed drastically after hearing this, and he couldn't help but whisper a reminder:
"Mrs. Young lady, you'd better never ask about that woman, otherwise..."
"Hmph, I'm too lazy to care about his affairs!"
"That's good, that's good..." Lian Junzhi murmured.
After lunch, Ling Mufeng, who had been depressed, reached out to Ye Zhiqiu: "Go for a walk outside."