Nie Ziyang was easily bewitched by Yan Mojiu's words and readily agreed.

Who made Lu Jingqian so nervous and refused to communicate with me? I had no idea what she was thinking.

As soon as Yan Mojiu hung up the phone, Meng Mingxuan grabbed his hand and walked up to him.

"Don't be a spy."

Glancing at her wrist bone, she seemed to like holding it very much.

"It's not about being a spy, it's about making friends. Lu Jingqian is the eldest daughter of the Lu family. She's the only daughter of the Lu family and has a straightforward personality. You'll have to make friends in this circle in Kyoto in the future. She can help you integrate into this circle more easily."

He put his arm around her waist and patiently and patiently guided her.

Meng Mingxuan subconsciously rejected it, "Isn't this a benefit?"

"A young lady from the Beijing circle won't make friends with a worthless person." Yan Mojiu didn't say it very realistically, but that's the fact.

Meng Mingxuan was silent and said "hmm".

She understood it in her previous life, where her confidence came from.

Maybe in the eyes of 99% of people, her value is...

"Are you unhappy? Will a kiss make you happier?" Yan Mojiu held her on his lap, trying to coax her.

Xu Li in the front row raised the small baffle consciously.

Meng Mingxuan: “…”

What is Xu Li doing?

She didn't agree again.

But the small baffles are all up, and it seems a bit disadvantageous if you don't kiss them.

Meng Mingxuan was thinking about all sorts of things in her mind when her chin was gently supported. The warm, thin lips of a man were pressed against her lips, rolling gently.

Bai is a gentleman.

Even the kiss was without any desire.

"Are you happier? If not, keep kissing me." Yan Mojiu asked, touching her nose.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan hurriedly said, "I don't recognize Yan Mojiu like this."

She used to be a little intimidated by the head of the family, but suddenly he spoiled her in another way, and she felt addicted.

At the same time she was afraid and uneasy.

Yan Shaoting knew that the woman existed, and he also knew that the woman was in Kyoto.

Would he deliberately bring that woman here to confuse Yan Mojiu?

Will Yan Mojiu be with that woman like he did in his previous life?

"Yan Shaoting said, Kyoto..."

Her waist was pinched.

It hurts a little.

What Meng Mingxuan actually wanted to say was that Yan Shaoting said there was a girl in Kyoto who looked especially like her sister.

She wanted to know how 놛 would react.

But when Yan Mojiu pinched her waist like this, she trembled and couldn't speak any more.

One is sensitivity, the other is fear.

She was afraid to say it, so she really went to find that woman.

"I don't like it." Yan Mojiu lowered his head and kissed her lips, then slowly loosened his hands.

"You don't like me." Meng Mingxuan's breath was unstable, but she still made a rational request, "You guys don't want to see me anymore, and you don't want to talk to me anymore, okay?"

At least, don't know that woman exists until you like her more than your sister.

Otherwise, she was afraid she would lose.

"Mingxuan is so annoying, is there any special reason?" Yan Mojiu gently rubbed the tip of her nose, looking deeply into the barely perceptible anxiety in her eyes.

What is she afraid of?

Meng Mingxuan didn't dare to look Yan Mojiu in the eye, as he was such a shrewd person.

She reached out and hugged 놛, resting her chin on 놛's shoulder so that 놛 couldn't see her expression.

"Let me know that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be the eldest lady of Lincheng. Everyone would look at me more."

Meng Mingxuan's muffled voice came, and Yan Mojiu's eyes dimmed slightly.

Thinking of Uncle Meng's miserable condition that year, Aunt Meng held her mother's hand and begged earnestly before her death, and she slowly hugged her tightly, as if to pass all her warmth to her.

"If there was no 冋冖, Mingxuan would be the little princess of the Meng family."

It was the ten-year-old who was eager to see the little princess sister in the photo. His mother would bring him to the door to greet her, which would lead to the car accident.

No matter how hard her father and mother tried to give her paternal and maternal love, no matter how much they spoiled her, they could never replace Uncle Meng, Aunt Meng, and Meng Mingyou.

Everyone says that she is lucky and is the apple of the eye of Lord Jiu of Lincheng.

But no one knows that Lincheng Jiuye was created by her.

If it wasn't for making her the most distinguished woman in Lincheng, she wouldn't have been so hardworking and ruthless in her teens, making people on both sides of the road afraid of her. She also got help from Meng Mingyou and eventually established the Mengyan Group.

“I don’t remember what mom and dad look like, but I do remember…” my sister.

Meng Mingxuan swallowed the last two words.

My sister doesn't like 놛.

Let her like it instead.

She will try to make you like her.

"Mingxuan doesn't need to remember what we look like. You just need to remember that we love Mingxuan very much." Yan Mojiu tilted his head and kissed her earlobe.

She began to mention Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng in front of her.

This shows that she is about to recover from the pain of losing her parents at a young age.

"Let me go and sit by yourself, okay?" Meng Mingxuan liked this kind of little intimacy very much, which made her feel as if he was a little moved by her.

But she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him.

She is wearing a light-colored skirt today.

"Why?"

"You're not feeling well."

Meng Mingxuan's ears were all red.

Yan Mojiu seemed to realize something. He slowly loosened his hands around her waist and let her go.

After Meng Mingxuan returned to her seat, she did not dare to look at Yan Mojiu, but heard 놛 ask her after a moment of silence.

“Will you feel sick?”

nausea?

Meng Mingxuan turned around in shock and saw that his face was particularly calm.

Yan Mojiu looked like a ball of fragile mist, which would disperse and shatter with a slight poke from a finger.

She realized that her avoidance just now might cause some misunderstanding.

For example, she felt repulsed by 놛놅's reaction.

놛 was approaching her, which was a good sign. She was afraid that 놛 had no desire for her.

I can't let you misunderstand that she rejects you.

Meng Mingxuan suppressed her girlish reserve, took the initiative to reach into her palm, and clasped her slender fingers.

"Won't."

Her voice was soft.

"I'm wearing a skirt, I'm afraid... there will be marks."

She said the most daring words in her life, and her whole face turned red.

I used to know how to do this at home.

Now... you should understand, right?

Yan Mojiu looked at her with his deep eyes without blinking, and after a moment, he clasped her fingers.

"Um."

Little Rose is so easily moved.

Or because of 놛.

Beneath Yan Mojiu's calm expression, Meng Mingxuan had no idea that the waves were surging and she was hidden in the deep sea, and that huge waves could swallow her up at any time.

Meng Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid of being asked further questions.

She couldn't say anything bolder.

She is not under the control of the drug now.

…

When Lu Jingqian received Nie Ziyang's call, her face was gloomy.

She hung up several times, but Nie Ziyang sent a smiling expression and a threat: [Believe it or not, the Lu family will discuss the marriage tonight? Aunt Lu likes it very much. 】

She had to hold back her anger and answer the phone.

Then, Nie Ziyang shamelessly took advantage of her kindness.

"My sister-in-law was an orphan at the age of six. At the age of sixteen, she finally got a sister who loved her deeply, but she lost her sister again at the age of eighteen. You see, the Duan family bullied her so much, isn't it because she is an orphan without the support of her family? How many people want her to become the head of the Yan family..."