Zhao Ziheng gently picked up a loose strand of hair by Yan Xiaomo's ear and pinned it to Yan Xiaomo's ear, "Shouldn't you go to Ying Zheng?
Why do you want to go to the Mo family agency?"
Could it be that Ying Zheng had this idea flashing through the mind of Zhao Ziheng, the Mohist organ?
"Have you ever heard of Lu Ban?"
Yan Xiaomo asked, raising her head slightly and blinking.
Zhao Ziheng nodded.
He had heard of it, but had never seen it.
"I have something to talk to Luban about."
"What about Ying Zheng?"
Zhao Ziheng asked.
I remember she said that the reason why she came here was to find Ying Zheng, but now she was going to find Lu Ban, and suddenly she didn't understand what she was thinking.
"Are you missing Ying Zheng?"
This guy, shouldn't she be very happy if she doesn't want to find Ying Zheng?
Why does she see him frowning and looking unhappy?
Zhao Ziheng shook his head anxiously, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, "How could I miss him?"
He still had some issues with Ying Zheng, so he didn't miss this person.
"Hehehe, I was laughing so happily.
I just saw how much you cared about Ying Zheng and thought you missed Ying Zheng."
Yan Xiaomo smiled a little evilly, pushed open the door, turned around and walked in.
Zhao Ziheng, who was behind him, also followed closely.
"I thought you liked Ying Zheng very much, but it seems that's not necessarily the case."
Zhao Ziheng closed the door and seemed to feel better for no reason.
Yan Xiaomo heard Zhao Ziheng's tone full of gloating and nodded with great satisfaction.
This is the attitude a love rival should have.
If Zhao Ziheng thinks about Ying Zheng everywhere, she will really think wrong.
"I just have to go to the Mo family office for something."
Yan Xiaomo sat down at the table, picked up the teacup and got two cups of tea.
She raised her head and said to Zhao Ziheng, "Sit down."
Zhao Ziheng was not 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.
There were two long knives in total.
He looked like a chivalrous hero.
Zhao Ziheng picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
It had been a long time since he sat down and drank tea with the person he liked.
Such things made him feel very precious.
"Killing people and cheating, licking blood from the edge of a knife."
Zhao Ziheng smiled faintly, not at all like murdering people and licking blood from the edge of a knife.
"The wound on your neck."
Yan Xiaomo's eyes fell on Zhao Ziheng's neck.
There was a scabbed wound above the collar, which was a new wound.
Zhao Ziheng unconsciously lifted his collar up and said, "It was a scratch accidentally.
It's okay."
Zhao Ziheng sounded so relaxed, but Yan Xiaomo felt that it was so dangerous at the time.
If the wound was any deeper than that, someone would definitely be killed.
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Yan Xiaomo couldn't imagine it.
"Zhao Ziheng, you should find a better girl."
Yan Xiaomo lowered her eyes, feeling a little guilty in her heart.
In ancient times, at Zhao Ziheng's age, he already had a group of wives and concubines, and his son could also play soy sauce.
Zhao Ziheng's hand holding the tea cup tightened a little, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes, "Xiao Mo, do you want to force me too?"
There was sadness in those eyes that Yan Xiaomo dared not look directly into.
"No, no, I just think you should have your own life."
Yan Xiaomo shook her head.
She was not forcing Zhao Ziheng.
As the saying goes, don't hang yourself on a tree.
Even if you die, you won't get anything. . oshow7: