"Haha..." Mu Tianxue tilted his head and looked at Long Chenyi, smiled lightly, and said: "How do you know, I didn't expect this!"
"Since, you know, you still want to accept her into the villa." Long Chenyi's gloomy expression eased a little, and the look in his eyes that looked at Mu Tianxue was probably filled with interest.
"I just feel that life is too boring, so it would be nice to find a killer to play with. But I saw that she was working very hard, and she broke her head, but she didn't show any pain at all. If others are acting hard, the audience should give them applause!"
Mu Tianxuefeng said calmly, she knew that if this woman was a lurking killer, then their direction must be in the open and not in the dark. If she did not accept this woman, there would only be one more person who secretly wanted to attack her.
If you do it this way, you might as well accept her and come out in the open.
Although it was dangerous to do so, it was equivalent to planting a time bomb around her, but as a person who was good at defusing bombs, she felt that it was impossible for the bomb to explode around her.
"Playing as a killer?" Long Chen also raised an imperceptible smile on his lips. This woman really dared to play with anything. She was arrogant, neither humble nor silent, and was not afraid of life or death. What made him even more helpless was that this woman
Women are just like him, they are both soft and hard.
On the upper floor of Fengxue Pavilion, a handsome man wearing a pink gown and holding a folding fan looked at the two people on the street from a distance. He raised his hand slightly and raised the wine bottle in his hand, pouring it into his mouth. The strong liquor poured into his mouth.
His throat was burning, and the man smiled bitterly. The feeling of heartache became more intense. When did his love for her reach such a deep level?
"Ouch! Mr. Murong, what's the point of drinking alone? Where's your beautiful confidante, Yimei?" As he spoke, a woman with heavy makeup and a fancy dress put her hands on Murong Xuan, who was drinking alone.
"Take your hand away" Murong Xuan frowned and said in disgust, with an angry look on his handsome and gentle face.
"Hey... Master Murong, what's going on today? You're so angry, let Hongzhi calm it down for you!"
After the woman heard Murong Xuan's words, Feidan did not take away her hand from Murong Xuan's body. Instead, she went a step further and slid her hand towards Murong Xuan's chest. Then her body softened and she twisted and fell on Murong Xuan's lap.
Go up, gently caressing Murong Xuan's chest with both hands, preparing for further action.
"I say it again, get lost." Murong Xuan took a sip of wine, and the disgust in his eyes instantly turned into a cold one, and his handsome face was covered with murderous intent.
"Mr. Murong, Hongzhi is no worse than Yimei. Why don't you give Hongzhi a chance? Hongzhi has been in love with you for a long time."
The woman named Hongzhi was not startled by Murong Xuan's warning voice. Instead, her voice became more and more tender, and she put her hand into Murong Xuan's clothes, wanting to take further action.
"Ah...it hurts me to death..."
A shrill and pitiful scream came from the street downstairs. A woman in Fengxue Pavilion was thrown directly from the window to the street, which immediately attracted a group of men to watch.
"Annoying" Murong Xuan said two words coldly, and then he drank alone. His eyes fell on the two figures in the distance on the street. When he saw the two figures, they looked at him at the same time.
He tiptoed the ground, and the chair he was sitting on moved back one meter. He avoided the eyes that were looking at him, threw away the empty wine bottle, and said melancholy: "It's tasteless, the wine today is so tasteless, it's really boring.
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After Mu Tianxue and Long Chen heard the woman's scream, they looked at Fengxue Pavilion in unison, and saw a pink figure flashing past the window on the second floor. The two looked at each other, and their hearts were filled with excitement.
After understanding this, he turned around and returned to Wolong Villa.
It's just that Murong Xuan has always been a gentle, elegant, and compassionate person. How dare he throw the girl from Fengxue Pavilion downstairs today? Such an action is not in line with Murong Xuan's temperament.
"Mr. Murong, what's on your mind today? You might as well say it and let Yimei share it with you."
A woman with beautiful face and lotus hair appeared next to Murong Xuan. She was seen wearing a light pink pleated floor skirt, three thousand blue silk hair tied up with a hairband, a butterfly hairpin in her head, a strand of blue silk hanging down on her chest, her eyes
The looming red on her cheeks made her hibiscus appearance even more pure and delicate as petals. No matter how you look at it, this girl doesn't look like a prostitute.
Yimei, seeing that Murong Xuan was silent, sat down at the round table in the room, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Murong Xuan, saying softly: "Drinking too much wine is hurting your health, so let's have a cup of tea. If Murong
The young master doesn’t want to say anything, so I will play a piece of music on the plum tree and play the harp to calm the young master’s heart.”
Murong Xuan said nothing, took the tea handed to him by Yimei, drank it in one gulp, and then cast his eyes on Yimei.
Yi Meilian moved lightly and sat elegantly in front of the guzheng. Her slender jade fingers slowly stroked the strings, and beautiful notes poured out from her fingers. The sound of the piano was ethereal and soothing, and the timbre was very soft.
Melodious, like white clouds drifting across the sky, leaving some misty traces.
Just like the gurgling water under the bridge, like the trickling stream, flowing in the mountain stream, it makes people feel at ease, relaxed and happy, elegant and elegant. Gradually, the sound of the piano is melodious, meandering, and like many lines of flowing water.
, flowing down slowly along with the singing of birds and the chirping of insects, it is mellow and delicate, making people intoxicated.
In the past, Murong Xuan would have been intoxicated by the beautiful sound of the piano, but today, he couldn't hear the song "Mountains and Flowing Waters" in his heart. All he was thinking about now was her. He even had a momentary illusion that,
The person playing the piano has been replaced by another person.
After Yimei's last piano note fell, the lingering sound lingered in her ears. She smoothed the strings with both hands and looked at Murong Xuan who was silent. A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. In the past, Murong Xuan would never be like this, even if she was in a bad mood.
, I am worried, and every time I listen to the sound of the piano, my bad mood will be swept away.
But today, his expression and worries were suppressed in his heart and he was unwilling to tell her. He even refused to listen to the sound of her piano. What could make a man like this is nothing more than the word "love".
What kind of woman could make the suave, handsome Murong Xuan fall in love, and yet be so trapped by love? But that woman was not her, Yimei secretly smiled bitterly, she was just his confidante.
In a land of fireworks, a singing prostitute who does not sell her body is able to become a confidante with the young owner of Murong Villa. She has been lucky for the rest of her life. How can she expect that Murong Xuan will fall in love with her?
"I'm sorry, I have something else to do. I'm leaving now. I'll see you another day." Murong Xuan stood up and turned to leave after saying that. He originally wanted to come to find Yimei, wanted to calm down his heart, and wanted to stop thinking about that.
As a married woman, when he arrived at Fengxue Pavilion, his heart became even more uneasy.
He thought that his love for Yimei and his longing for Yimei after not seeing him for several months would make him forget about Mu Tianxue, but as a result, he was horrified. It turned out that Mu Tianxue had already penetrated deeply into his heart, and he had forgotten about it.
No, seeing her being held in his brother's arms made him feel very sad and disappointed. If not, why would he come to drink to relieve his sorrow?
Yimei looked at Murong Xuan's leaving figure with a hint of sadness on her face. When was "another day"? In the past, he would come to see her every day. This time, it had been a few months since the last time.
There were many things he wanted to say to her, but he didn't want to, so he just left without saying a word.
