Chapter 447 : It's Dark, What Are You Still Daydreaming About?
Mu Lingyue snorted coldly, "I'm thinking about myself, what does it have to do with you."
However, it is strange to say so.
She got pregnant out of wedlock. Shouldn't a gentleman like Dongfang Wuye despise her?
Which girl from a decent family would get pregnant out of wedlock?
Such women are generally not tolerated by the world and are despised by the world.[
When he talked about this matter, he was calm and calm, as if it was just an extremely ordinary thing.
She didn't want to ask, but she couldn't help but said, "Dongfang Wuye, don't you think it's inappropriate for a woman to get pregnant out of wedlock?"
Dongfang Wuye was stunned, something flashed through his eyes so fast that it was hard to catch. He smiled and said, "This matter has already put a lot of pressure on you, Miss Lingyue. If I accuse you again,
, I'm afraid that Miss Lingyue will not be able to think about it. If you commit suicide because of this, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
This is really a dog's mouth that cannot spit out ivory.
Mu Lingyue glared at him fiercely and said angrily, "You can rest assured that I will live well before you die."
Dongfang Wuye ignored her sarcasm. Instead, he nodded and said with satisfaction, "That's good. I also hope that Miss Lingyue can live well."
Mu Lingyue looked at him in surprise. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, she took a few steps forward and said without looking back, "I'm going back. You can slowly enjoy the night view here."
The sound of his light footsteps soon came from behind her. He smiled faintly behind her and said, "I haven't seen Miss Lingyue for a long time. Instead of admiring the night view, I might as well take a closer look at you."
The corners of Mu Lingyue's lips twitched twice...
What kind of national master is he? She thinks he is just a pervert.
What is the difference between his current words and deeds and those of the scoundrels in the market?
I don’t know how he managed to get into the position of National Master. He probably relied on his ability to deceive.
"It's been a long time since I tasted Miss Lingyue's excellent craftsmanship. I miss you so much."
Mu Lingyue rolled her eyes at him, pretending she didn't hear anything, and continued walking forward.
But someone followed her shamelessly, like a sparrow, and kept talking, "Miss Lingyue, don't be too polite, just cook a little. Don't make a big table of food. If you can't eat it,
It’s over, isn’t it a waste?”
The corners of Mu Lingyue's lips twitched twice more. Why did she feel that Dongfang Wuye was thicker-skinned than before?
She turned back and glared at him, snorted coldly, "Dongfang Wuye, it's already dark, what are you still daydreaming about?"
Dongfang Wuye walked up to her in a few steps, with a leisurely look, as if he came to Phoenix Mountain for a vacation, "Who said you can't daydream when it's dark? It's just that daydreaming is fun when it's dark.
, Well, let’s boil a pot of tea with pastries that you made last time. When the moon rises later, you can take the pastries and enjoy the moon in the middle of the moon."
Mu Lingyue stopped and turned around with a speechless expression on her face, "Dongfang Wuye, did I say I would make you cakes?" [
Dongfang Wuye's eyes were particularly bright, like pearls, exuding a soft, bright and alluring luster. It was obviously not a stunning appearance, but it could still make people unable to take their eyes away from his face.