Chapter 258

This place is very good. Why do you go back?

This place is very good. Why do you go back?

Mu Yi'an's drunken voice played back in her ear like a single cycle. It was still the kind of 360 degree dead angle, which made people feel painful.

"You..." Yi Xiaoqiao's just opened lips closed tightly again. She stared at Mu Yi'an and described his look a little. Suddenly she found that Mu Yi'an was very strange.

He used to be very serious and gentle to her occasionally, but he never showed his expression at this time. He was wanton and evil. He didn't feel any discomfort and disgust here. For a moment, he seemed to be integrated with here.

This makes Yi Xiaoqiao think of Mu Yi'an in the book. He always lingers among the flowers and is always crazy. He likes beauty and drinking, but he never stays for anyone. No matter how good a woman is, she is just a chess piece he uses. He has no heart and no sincerity.

She clenched her fist tightly and stabbed her fingertips deeply into her palm. She tried to keep calm and didn't let her emotions flow out, but her eyes gradually blurred. Qian Yu designed her and gave her what kind of medicine to take. She didn't care, but why did Mu Yi'an treat her like this!

Before, I kept saying that I care about her and care about her, but now I turn around and hold another woman.

She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say a word.

He won't go, he won't go!

She turned away with a cruel stomp.

She walked too fast and didn't look back. Naturally, she didn't notice that at the moment she turned around, the changes on his face were like dark clouds sweeping the world.

"My lord?" The woman called him, her face twisted, and the hand held by Mu Yi'an gradually showed blue and purple.

With a crash, the cup in the woman's hand was crushed, and the wine mixed with blood spilled all over the floor.

The woman was in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out. Her face became more and more distorted and ugly, and her lips and teeth trembled: "my Lord, my hand..."

If it goes on like this, she can't take her hand.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand, quickly hid her hand under the table and pressed it hard. The expression on his face also changed into the appearance of indulging in the flowers in an instant. Just because of his anger, his face was not very good and a little stiff.

"What's your name?"

The woman looked up and found that Yi Xiaoqiao came back again. Her eyes were a little red. It was obvious that she had cried.

It was originally a pair of "I see still pity" eyes, but she was angry and her expression was a little ferocious. She forcibly turned that I see still pity into the person I want to eat.

The woman trembled and whispered, "my family... Yan... Yan Xi."

Yan Xi!

As soon as the voice fell, Yi Xiaoqiao stepped back, and her angry face lost all its blood. She looked at Mu Yian sadly, and suddenly turned and ran away.

That eye hurts too much.

It was like countless needles stabbing into the softest place in his heart one by one. The pain couldn't help it. He stood up, knocked off no one, knocked over the chair, but he didn't pay attention. His eyes crossed those singers and dancers and fell on her back, but she never looked back.

He sat down dejectedly, not knowing whether to feel heartache or sadness, or blame her and hate her.

But at this moment, his head was blank, no resentment, no sadness, only faint pain came from the bottom of his heart.

Why didn't she ask him? Why did she leave without saying a word? She should ask him. She should scold him, quarrel with him and make trouble with him. Why didn't she do anything? Did she really care about him?

Or is it that for her, only the task given to her by that person is the most important, and everything else is used?

"Sir? Are you all right?" Yan Xi covered her purple palm and asked carefully.

Mu Yi'an's cold eyes swept over: "go away, all go away!"

……

Yi Xiaoqiao ran home, went straight to Hehuan house, closed the door and locked it, retracted himself to a corner of the bed, endured all the tears, and then fell down.

Yan Xi, so she is Yan Xi.

In front of her is a beautiful face. She smiles and looks forward to it. Every expression and every look is just right. She is really beautiful. She is more beautiful than clouds and Yi. It seems that all the beautiful scenery will lose its color when compared with her.

Mrs. Yan, why is she Mrs. Yan.

Yi Xiaoqiao nestled in the corner and hugged his legs tightly. Tears fell one by one, dizzy and wet his clothes.

She once thought she would never fall in love with others, at least not with Mu Yian, not with the people in this time and space, but when she met, when she knew, it was too late.

She knew that she actually loved Mu Yi'an, but there were so many women around Mu Yi'an. Those women were more beautiful and better than her. Mu Yi'an smiled at them, but never refused to smile at her.

what is it?

Isn't this him in the book?

Mu Yian, who was good to all women but tortured Mrs. Joe, was worse than dead.

Yi Xiaoqiao was suddenly afraid. He felt a shudder from the bottom of his heart.

She pulled out a red rope from her neck and pulled out the jade card. After this period of time, the light spot was bigger, which was the size of a broad bean and occupied one-third of the jade card.

She held the jade card tightly, and when it was over, she could go home.

Home is the most important

Yes, only going home is the most important.

What muyian, what love, is bullshit!

Go, she's going, she's going home!

What shit plot, what does it have to do with her? She can't decide anything. Why should she care!

Thinking like this, Yi Xiaoqiao seemed to find the backbone in an instant. She got out of bed in a hurry, ran to the wardrobe, packed a few clothes, and put all the jewelry and silver into the baggage.

While she was packing up, someone knocked on the door.

Yi Xiaoqiao was startled and hurriedly wrapped the bag and threw it into the cupboard.

"Who?"

Dong Dong Dong——

There was only a knock at the door that answered her.

Yi Xiaoqiao took two deep breaths, thinking that it was in his own home and that no one could come and kill her, so he summoned up the courage to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a man fell in.

Yi Xiaoqiao was caught off guard and almost fell down. She quickly held the door. Then she barely stopped. When she looked at it, it was Mu Yian.

"Mu Yi'an? What are you doing! Get up..." Yi Xiaoqiao pushed him. However, the man was so dead that he couldn't move. Instead, he pushed her back for several steps.

Even so, Mu Yi'an still hung on her and didn't let go. It's really difficult for him.

"Little Joe..." he called her name faintly.

Yi Xiaoqiao was pressed on the table by him. His waist was almost broken and rolled his eyes: "Mu Yian, don't pretend to be drunk. Go back to your own room... Huh?"

Before the voice fell, a breath of wine rushed towards her, and instantly encroached on her sense of smell, taste and perception of her whole body