Mo Jiuling looked at her distrustfully. Although he also liked seeing the look on her face, it gave him a bad premonition.
"There are requirements." He stressed every word without haste, "And there are very high requirements."
Mu Lingbo snorted nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, I'm not good at my craftsmanship. If you don't like it, just go out and find someone to help you."
The two eyes almost sparked sparks in the air, and Mo Jiuling said softly, "I don't dislike you."
Mu Lingbo glanced at him, turned around, and went to look for her tools in the cabinet.
"Go and lie down, first I need to make a mold of your face." She ordered impatiently.
Mo Jiuling's eyes were not at all intriguing, and he slowly repeated her words, "Lie down..."
Mu Lingbo gritted his teeth and said, "You can sit down, but just raise your head."
Then a soft smile drifted into his ears, "Of course you have to lie down."
By the time she had prepared the molding stuff, Mo Jiuling had been lying on the bed with his legs crossed for a long time, leaning on his arms and turning to look at her in boredom.
Mu Lingbo had the same face from beginning to end and would never give him a good look.
"Mu Lingbo." Ye Beiling's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
As soon as the tool in her hand stopped and she didn't answer, she felt as if the temperature of the whole room had dropped several degrees.
I couldn't help but glance back, and saw that the smiling eyes just now were looking at me with a cold sneer.
The warning in his eyes was self-evident. Even the way he was lying on the bed, relaxed and at ease, seemed as if he could kill someone immediately if something went wrong.
She hurriedly turned her gaze away, letting out a disdainful cry in her heart.
The tube is wide!
Ye Beiling's voice had already reached him, "Can I come in?"
"No!" She was not polite at all.
"Then...can you come out?"
Mu Lingbo glanced at the liquid in his hand and said, "No way!"
This material is not cheap, and it must not be wasted because of Ye Beiling.
"What the hell are you doing again?" said angrily outside the door.
Before she opened her mouth, she felt a cool breeze.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that the person who was lying there just now with a warning look was now standing next to him.
Mu Lingbo frowned in annoyance, thinking of Ye Beiling who was almost burned to death, and the palace that had just been burned down, and felt a headache.
"I'm changing clothes!" She shouted angrily, while glaring at Mo Jiuling.
Ye Beiling was shocked by the roar and fell silent for a moment, then asked inexplicably, "Changing clothes in broad daylight again?"
"None of your business!" She stood firmly in front of the door.
Mo Jiuling was not wearing a mask at the moment. If Ye Beiling saw his face, this guy would definitely kill someone and silence him.
"Why do you seem to be right next to the door?"
This is uninteresting!
"Can't I just stand by the door and change clothes?"
"Why are you so cruel? You sound like you have a guilty conscience..." Ye Beiling muttered a few words dissatisfied, then suddenly thought of something and raised his voice, "Could it be stealing love again?"
Seeing that Mo Jiuling's face was even more like a layer of ice, the curve of the corner of his mouth was simply frightening.
Mu Lingbo looked at it and wanted to laugh but felt baffled.
She raised her hand and put it on his chest, pushed him back violently, and forced him back to the bed step by step.
It was rare that Mo Jiuling didn't resist. Mu Lingbo lowered his eyes and pushed him onto the bed, shouting casually, "If you bother me again now, I will never tell you his whereabouts! You can tell me."
