Before coming to the underworld, she was not like this. Her heart would not be shaken. She knew exactly what she wanted and what she should do.
But after encountering several blows in a row, it wasn't that she didn't know her purpose, but that she became less confident.
The atmosphere in the pavilion was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the breathing of the two of them.
Yu Ge was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head, his eyes were very bright: "Yuge knows what to do."
She will take back everything that belongs to her.
The woman's voice was as light as water, but her tone was very firm, no longer wavering like before.
After listening to the woman's words, Wu Jiu did not look back, but a smile slowly appeared in his eyes, as if he was very satisfied with the answer.
A woman is so confident, but she forgets that things that don't belong to her, no matter how hard she works and how much she pays, those things still don't belong to her.
Confidence is a good thing, but if self-confidence is derived from arrogance, it is self-deception...
As soon as Mu Ziyi and Yun Zhongge returned to the mansion, things sent by Wu Jiu from the other side were also delivered.
A man in black walked in from outside the hall, then bowed respectfully to Yun Zhongge, and presented a booklet in his hand: "Master, this is something sent by Elder Wu."
Yun Zhongge was sitting quietly on a chair drinking tea, as if he didn't want to pay attention.
Seeing him like this, Mu Ziyi on the side couldn't help but curled her lips, walked forward and took the fold from the man in black: "Give it to me."
After the fold was taken away, the man in black bent down towards Yun Zhongge and said respectfully: "I'm sorry to leave."
Mu Ziyi did not look at the fold in her hand. She came to Yun Zhongge and handed it to him: "How much do you hate Elder Wu? You even hate the things he sent."
The man raised his eyes and glanced at the woman in front of him, slightly curled his lips and said: "Woman, you should be lucky that I don't hate you."
"Can you be more serious?" She was obviously talking to him about such serious things, so why did this guy always find the topic elsewhere.
Yun Zhongge looked at her in confusion: "I have always been serious about you."
But this woman always regarded what he said as a joke and then forgot about it.
Seeing that he wasn't going to pick it up, Mu Ziyi rolled her eyes, threw the folder aside on the table, sat down, and smiled: "Should I be moved to tears by what you said?"
"That's not necessary."
"You're still..." A bit self-aware.
But before he could finish the rest of his words, he was interrupted by the man's next words.
"You are not that good-looking as a woman. If you have tears in your eyes, wouldn't you be even uglier?"
Mu Ziyi: "..."
This bastard!
The woman took a deep breath and kept telling herself in her heart to be calm, to be calm, and not to argue with such a villain. She cannot be any more villain than a villain.
After comforting herself in her heart, Mu Ziyi spread her hands, and a smile gradually bloomed on her face, as dazzling as a flower: "Actually, everyone in our family is so ugly. It's hereditary. There's nothing we can do about it."
Although he said this, the words had two meanings.
Although Mu Ziyi's face is still a little immature, her facial features are very delicate and perfect, impeccable.
Mu Ziyi blinked innocently. She had always felt that appearance was an external thing and of no use. But their family had good genes and all of them were standard beauties.