Chapter 672: Shut up and care about how he feels

Mo glanced at the beautiful silhouette of Ye Yunjin, reminding himself not to care about this evil, "I can't move."
After speaking, Ye Yunjin's hand was forcibly dragged to his neck, Mo Mo moved his fingers, and clasped his hands tightly around the neck of Ye Yunjin.
Holding Mo Yan, Ye Yunjin's mood was much clearer instantly, and his eyes were full of pampering and looking at Mo Yan, how could he not see enough.
Staring at Ye Yunjin's hot eyes a little uncomfortably, Mo Yan whispered, "Have you seen enough?"
"Of course not enough."
"Yunyunjin!"
"That's enough."
On the way, Ye Yunjin asked Mo Yan: "Why come out alone? Don't you know it's dangerous outside?"
Mo Yan thought of Jing Muhan's attitude towards her, his distrust, and panicked in his heart, "I don't know." He paused and said, "Now I know."
"What's wrong? Jing Muhan bullied you?"
Mo Yan's eyes brightened, and he fixed his eyes on Ye Yunjin, "How do you know?"


"He did bully you!"
Seeing Ye Yunjin's face change slightly, Mo Yan hurriedly said, "Actually it has nothing to do with him. Today, he helped a patient to rest, but he tripped under his feet. Just as he passed by, he saw me lying with him on the bed Situation. Maybe if you change to anyone, you will misunderstand. "
Ye Yunjin's eyes flashed a different color, "So you quarrel?"
"Well. He doesn't believe me."
After speaking, Mo Yan's eyes flashed a loss, Ye Yunjin asked curiously, "Little wild cat, do you care about his feelings?"
"Yep?"
"Do you care what he thinks of you?"
Mo Yan thought about it, do you care? She didn't know that once, in her world, there was no emotion at all, and it was the same for men and women. Now, when encountering Jing Muhan and Ye Yunjin, her heart is somehow out of control. These two men are extreme in character, but she is vacillating between the two. She couldn't see her feelings for the two men. When thinking of Jing Muhan, Ye Yunjin's smile would always flash in her mind, and finally covered Jing Muhan's figure.
However, when thinking of Ye Yunjin, Jing Muhan's cold face fell into her mind and drowned Ye Yunjin in her memory.


Mo Yan didn't know what kind of feeling it was. Looking at Ye Yunjin, she said, "Maybe."
"So do you care about the deity?"
Mo Yan's heart tightened, and she collided with Ye Yunjin's eyes. For a long time, she frantically shook her hair.
Ye Yunjin chuckled, "The demon's little wild cat has learned badly."
"Who is your little wild cat, smelly man! You shut up!"
They were noisy along the way like little couples. The people in the magic palace saw that their master was so happy, and they were also happy. Unexpectedly, in this world, someone can finally accept their masters!
After entering Jincheng, Ye Yunjin asked for Mo's advice, "Is it going back to Jing Muhan now, or is he following the deity?"
Mo Yan said to Ye Yunjin without hesitation: "Go back to Jing Muhan's Zhuangzi."
"Are you sure?"
Mo Yan nodded. She left with poisonous gas. The people here needed her, and Jing Muhan "needed" her.


The smile on Ye Yunjin's mouth became more and more intense, and he said to Mo Yan, in this case, that deity will send you to Jing Muhan, but do not let him know what happened to the deity.
"why?"
"The deity received the money for the disaster relief. If Jing Muhan knew this thing, I'm afraid this business would not be easy to do."
Mo Ye probably understood the meaning of Ye Yunjin, nodded, and returned to Jing Muhan's Zhuangzi in Jincheng under the of Ye Yunjin. Watching Ye Yunjin leave, why is Mo Yan strange?
Chucheng's voice was coming out, "Girl Mo, you're finally back."
Mo Yan frowned. "What's wrong?"
Chu Cheng returned: "Mu Ziqiao suddenly had a lot of rashes, and the master was helpless."
"I can't help men and women."
"Girl Mo, this ~"
Mo Yan ignored Chu Cheng and went straight in. Chu Cheng followed Mo Yan, and he felt his own owner countless times!


Back in his yard, Mo Yan reminded Chu Cheng not to follow her, and Chu Cheng stopped.
Thinking of Mu Ziqiao's situation, I don't know what to do. Distressed, Jing Mu's cold and indifferent voice reminded Chu Cheng, "You step back first."
Chu Chengmo disappeared quickly.
In the room, Mo Yan added a glass of water to himself before he heard Jing Muhan's voice. He put the tea cup down and Mo Yan ignored the Jing Muhan who had walked in. He scoured around in the room. .
Looking at Mo Yan's uncomfortable look, Jing Muhan felt that the little woman in front of her was so cute. The low voice was a little weaker, and said to Mo Yan: "Come back!"
Mo Yan's back froze, standing beside the bed, and finally he just said, "Well."
Jing Muhan slowly approached Mo Yan, and stopped when she was one step away from her. "Today's thing, my king is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Mo Yan suddenly turned to look at Jing Muhan and asked.
Jing Muhan thought for a while and pursed his lips, "I shouldn't doubt you."
Mo Yan just had a tangled heart, and because of Jing Muhan's words, he was clear a lot.
She put down her hand, slowly walked to the table and sat down, without looking at Jing Muhan, and turned her back to him: "I have something wrong with today's things, and I shouldn't lose my temper with you."
After a pause, he said, "Between me and Mu Ziqiao, it is innocent." It was clear that Jing Muhan didn't care about it anymore, and Mo Yan just wanted to explain it to him again.
Jing Muhan's mouth evoked a beautiful arc, but unfortunately Mo Mo turned his back on him, otherwise, when she saw the smile, she must notice something strange.
The two released their suspicions, and Mo Yan mentioned Mu Ziqiao, "Chu Cheng just said, Mu Ziqiao had a rash?"
Jing Muhan thought of this, his eyes were slightly lowered, "Well, there should be an hour after you leave, he started to grab his body, and when he found out, the person had passed out."
"Not awake yet?"
"No."
Mo Yan hurriedly picked up the medicine box, "Go and see."
Jing Muhan was curious, "Is it serious?"
"I don't know, depending on the specific situation, it may be that his constitution is allergic to pollen or other things, or it may be infected."
Jing Muhan's deep eyes looked at Mo Yan's profile, obediently followed Mo Yan to the courtyard of Mu Ziqiao. The two were just a few words, and soon they forgot the unpleasantness in the morning. Mo Yan promised that Ye Yunjin would not mention things on the barren mountain, so he didn't talk to Jing Muhan more.
At this time, in the imperial city of Shenzhou, Emperor Qi Lang sat on a dragon chair with one hand on his brows, and the white beard was one finger long. Although the hair was white, the sharp-cut face could not see the years Mark of.