"Haitang!!" Mr. Yun's tone was a little more serious this time. After all, no man is willing to talk about family matters in public, let alone in front of his younger brother.
"I know, if you don't want to say it, don't say it!" Haitang rolled his eyes at Mr. Yun angrily, turned to Hua Weiluo and said helplessly: "Forget it, maybe one day I will think about it and leave the Seventh Prince.
It’s home.”
"Begonia..." Hua Weiluo didn't even know what to say to her for a moment.
Mr. Yun, who was standing aside, listened to Haitang suddenly say that he wanted to leave. For some reason, a lonely look appeared on his cheeks.
Zhishan looked at the people in front of him with a pair of deep eyes, suddenly fell silent, pondered for a moment, and said, "Since everyone is fine now, let's go to Caiyuxuan."
"Yes." Mr. Yun came to his senses, nodded, and then called his servants and a carriage, and the group headed towards Caiyuxuan.
When they arrived at the door of Caiyuxuan, Mr. Yun and Zhishan got out of the car first, then one on each side, they stretched their hands towards the car.
Hua Weiluo glanced at her junior brother who was standing under the car. His white Taoist robe set off his fair and jade-like skin. His deep eyes were full of tender affection as he looked at her. The slender hand stretched out towards him.
There was a hint of warmth on her palm, not as cold as last night. For some reason, she suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. The young junior brother with such a jade tree facing the wind and a magnificent body looked good.
Although I was tired all night and all morning, it was still worth it.
Hua Weiluo thought this, and a cute smile appeared on her face involuntarily. She held her junior brother's hand and jumped out of the carriage neatly.
Over there, Haitang was standing on the carriage, looking at the flowers before they fell, full of satisfaction and joy, holding Zhishan's arm and getting off, then turned to look at Mr. Yun, who had a calm expression on his face, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart.
She became melancholy, was this kind of life really what she wanted? Was she really capable of making Yun Muying fall in love with her? A few years later, their relationship was still tepid, without any progress...
"Haitang??" Mr. Yun stood under the car, looking at Haitang's lost face, he couldn't help but call her softly.
"Oh, here we come." Haitang came back to her senses and glanced at Mr. Yun's palm stretched out in the air again. She couldn't help but look sad. For the first time, she didn't take the initiative to help his hand out of the car, but jumped down lightly.
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Mr. Yun looked at Haitang with some surprise. After a while, he took back his hand, smiled helplessly, then turned around and entered the Caiyu Pavilion with Zhishan.
The boss of Caiyuxuan saw Mr. Yun's carriage approaching his shop early in the morning, so he waited at the door of the shop early.
At this moment, seeing four people walking side by side towards his shop, he quickly put on a bright smile on his face and said: "Seventh Prince, Seventh Prince's Concubine, you are here!?"
"Yes." Mr. Yun was not surprised that the boss of Caiyuxuan knew him. After all, only he and a few other princes had this ebony carriage in the capital.
"This..." The boss looked at the expression on his face and felt a little hesitant. Why didn't he remember any young lady in the capital who was so beautiful?
