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Zhao Ziheng gently picked up a strand of scattered hair from Yan Xiaomo's ear and pinned the hair to Yan Xiaomo's ear, "Shouldn't you go to Yingzheng?" How do you want to go to the Mo family's organs. Pinshu.com "

Could it be that Ying Zheng is in the Mojia organ? This thought flashed through Zhao Ziheng's mind.

"Have you heard of Luban?" Yan Xiaomo raised her head slightly, blinked her eyes and asked.

Zhao Ziheng nodded, he had heard it, but he had not seen it.

"I have something to find Luban."

"What about Yingzheng?" Zhao Ziheng asked.

I remember that she said that the reason why she came here was to find Yingzheng, but now that she was going to find Lu Ban, she suddenly didn't understand what she thought.

"Are you missing Yingzheng?"

This person, shouldn't she be very happy if she doesn't look for Yingzheng? Why did you see him frowning and unhappy?

I saw Zhao Ziheng shaking his head anxiously, and a trace of disgust flashed on his face, "How could I miss him?" ”

He still has some holidays with Yingzheng, so he won't think about this person.

"Hey, hey, I'm smiling happily, but seeing that you are so concerned about Yingzheng, I think you miss Yingzheng." Yan Xiaomo smiled a little evilly, pushed open the door, turned around and walked in.

And Zhao Ziheng behind him also followed closely.

"I thought you liked Yingzheng very much, but it seems that you don't have to." Zhao Ziheng closed the door, and his mood seemed to be inexplicably better.

Yan Xiaomo listened to Zhao Ziheng's tone full of schadenfreude, and nodded with great satisfaction, this is the attitude that a rival in love should have.

If Zhao Ziheng thinks about Yingzheng everywhere, she will really think crookedly.

"I just have something to do to go to the Mo family."

Yan Xiaomo sat down at the table, picked up the teacup and got two cups of tea, looked up and said to Zhao Ziheng, "Sit down." ”

Zhao Ziheng was also polite, and sat directly opposite Yan Xiaomo.

"What have you been doing all these years?" Yan Xiaomo's eyes fell on the saber on Zhao Ziheng's waist, a total of two long knives, which looked like a chivalrous hero.

Zhao Ziheng picked up the teacup and took a sip, it had been a long time since he had sat down to drink tea with someone he liked, and such a thing made him feel precious.

"Killing people and goods, licking blood from the knife." Zhao Ziheng smiled faintly, and he had nothing to do with killing people and licking blood from the knife.

"The wound on your neck ......" Yan Xiaomo's gaze fell on Zhao Ziheng's neck, and on the side of the collar, there was a scabbed wound, which was a new wound.

Zhao Ziheng unconsciously lifted the collar and said, "If you accidentally scratch it, it's okay." ”

Seeing what Zhao Ziheng said so easily, Yan Xiaomo felt that it was so dangerous at that time.

If the wound is as deep as it is the slightest, it will definitely kill someone.

Yan Xiaomo didn't dare to imagine.

"Zhao Ziheng, you should find a better girl." Yan Xiaomo lowered her eyes, and a trace of guilt arose in her heart.

In ancient times, at Zhao Ziheng's age, he was already a group of wives and concubines, and his son could also make soy sauce.

Zhao Ziheng's hand holding the teacup tightened a little, and a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes, "Xiaomo, do you want to force me too?" ”

Those eyes were sad that Yan Xiaomo didn't dare to look at directly.

"No, it's not, I just think you should have your own life." Yan Xiaomo shook her head, she didn't force Zhao Ziheng, as the saying goes, don't hang yourself in a tree, you won't get anything even if you die.

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