Obviously he had been at the Fulin Restaurant for quite a while, and when Zhao Yuner came out, he hurried over, pretending to have met by chance.

This was the first time he had seen such painstaking efforts.

You know, Mulianfeng is the most beautiful man in Yangcheng, and his status is extremely noble. Even those ladies in Kyoto who saw him were obsessed with Mulianfeng.

He had never looked at any woman. Now, for a woman, he came here early to wait for a while, and he painstakingly pulled out reasons and invited others to eat, but they refused, and they didn't even put a fart.

OMG...

Mo Yan rubbed his forehead, is this really the master he knows?

If you like a woman, just let it go after it? Such efficiency, he is anxious for him.

Of course, Mo Yan doesn't think about Zhao Yun'er's identity, which woman he likes, and which woman he supports Mu Lianfeng with.

Thinking of Murong Shuang's noble status, but such a stubborn and willful look, Mo Yan still thinks that Mu Lianfeng should find a slightly more ordinary one.

Identity is not a problem, it's mainly because I like it, plus gentle and considerate. Otherwise, it is not to marry a wife to come back, but to marry an ancestor to come back to make offerings.

just……

Mo Yan looked at Zhao Yun'er a few more times. How could this woman give him a familiar feeling? He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Ahem~" Mo Yan coughed twice.

When Zhao Yun'er had walked hundreds of meters away, Mo Yan whispered to Mu Lianfeng’s ear, "Master, it’s not that I said you. If you like other girls, you should be more domineering. Finally, you can find an opportunity. I just rejected you."

Mu Lianfeng glanced at Mo Yan, who immediately stood upright and stopped talking. His face also returned to coldness.

Well, as he is nosy, he shouldn't talk about it, but if his master is like this, he dared to pack the votes and chase girls like this is not feasible.

"Drive~"

"Go away, get away from the monarch~"

Several horses strung out suddenly not far away.

The girl in front, wearing a red dress, holding a long whip in her hand, her hair flying freely in the wind.

The horse riding looks very handsome.

This woman is Murong Shuang, and the one riding behind her is her maidservant.

When Zhao Yuner left, she was thinking about things, with Mu Lianfeng in her mind, and the loss in her eyes when she refused.

Is this man's attitude towards her overly good?

They just met right away, not even good friends, so why did he do that again?

It was precisely because of these messy things in her mind that Zhao Yuner didn't notice Murongshuang's voice.

By the time I reacted, I was too late to dodge.

Although Murong Shuang grabbed the whip in time, Zhao Yun'er was still badly injured.

The whole person fell to the ground, his knees were red and swollen, the skin was rubbed, and the blood was leaving.

Murong Shuang didn't have a trace of guilt. On the contrary, she scolded Zhao Yun'er, "Are you blind? Or deaf? Knowing that the monarch is here, I don't know how far and far."

Murongshuang's rampant attitude also made Zhao Yun'er a little angry.

Is this tyrannical and unreasonable, really good?

The road in Yangcheng is not owned by her family. It is obviously dangerous to ride the horse. Isn’t it hurtful to run so fast?

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