Yunxi looked at An Meng with a complicated look, but it was certain that it was the look of an elder looking at a younger person.
She looked away, frowned, and replied, "I think you already know."
"Huo Minxuan?"
Yunxi folded his hands in front of him and nodded almost imperceptibly.
An Meng was not surprised by this response. "Yun" was used to trap the inner demon, and she was used to restrain the development speed of the inner demon.
Thinking about what Huo Minxuan had done, and then thinking about the entanglement between Xie Yun, Huo Minxuan and her over the years, it was easy to get the final answer.
An Meng suddenly felt very tired. This feeling of exhaustion rose from her limbs, spread throughout her body, and penetrated deep into her bones, soaking her completely from the inside out.
But she didn't show it, and just asked softly, "What about you? Yunxi, what role do you play in this?"
In the first dream, she was in a cave and was frightened and crying. It was Yunxi who held her and comforted her.
In the second dream, in front of the jade coffin, Bihua wanted to throw her into the "Yun" without hesitation, and it was Yunxi who held her tightly.
If Yunxi said now that she and Bihua were in cahoots, An Meng really didn't know what expression to use to face her.
"I," Yun Xi's fingertips, hidden in the black sleeves, trembled, "I don't mean to hurt you."
An Meng looked at Yunxi quietly, pursing her lips.
She leaned further into the sofa and said, "You designed this system, right?"
At this point, there was no reason for her to deny it. Yun Xi nodded: "It was me, but my spirit body is weak and I am almost unconscious most of the time. I..."
An Meng interrupted her: "Why am I doing this mission? If Xie Yun is the incarnation of this world, do I still need to save him?"
Her eyes clearly showed the meaning of "Are you kidding me?" Yun Xi quickly explained: "Although Xie Yun is indeed the 'Yun' created by Bihua."
Although she had guessed it long ago, An Meng still sighed deeply when Yun Xi confirmed it himself.
"But things aren't that simple. Bihua threw you and the inner demon into the 'Yun' in order to trap and contain the inner demon. But for some reason, after a while, the inner demon's condition worsened."
"..." An Meng passed Yun Xi's translucent figure and fixed her gaze on the boss chair where Xie Yun had just sat.
Speaking of which, Huo Minxuan and Xie Yun have indeed been like water and fire, and have been at loggerheads for many years, starting from their distant youth.
"As the inner demon grew stronger, Qingze's condition worsened. It seemed he could no longer preserve his spirit." Yunxi whispered, "Later, Bihua went mad. She actually..."
At this moment, the office door was pushed open with a bang, Yun Xi suddenly stopped talking, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
Xie Yun leaned forward and jokingly said, "Aren't you leaving yet? Are you so shy after just a kiss?"
An Meng: “…”
She glanced again in the direction where Yunxi had lingered, rubbed her face with her hands, quickly adjusted her expression, and replied, "Coming."
[Yunxi hasn't finished speaking yet, why does the plot always get stuck at critical moments!]
[Are you shy? I've already kissed you on the mouth, what about on the cheek? Ha!]
Xie Yun: “…”
The two walked side by side through the corridor and took the elevator to the lobby.
The girl at the front desk stared at them intently, her expression as if saying, "Help! I'm really hurt."
An Meng caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye and suddenly remembered something that happened in the Lihua Hall several months ago.
She patted Xie Yun's arm: "Hey, do you remember the last time we had a fight here?"
Xie Yun's eyes lit up with a smile: "Remember, you were like a puffer fish at that time, and I couldn't hold you back. You must have been furious, right?"
"How dare you say that?" An Meng retorted, "You're just pretending. I told you I didn't want Lin Yiyi to be your assistant, but you insisted!"
What if Xie Yun had simply said, "Hey, let's keep Lin Yiyi under our watch and keep her under strict supervision?"
How could I be so angry? I definitely agree with it wholeheartedly!
Xie Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile.
In fact, he hadn't figured out what to do at the time, but he subconsciously felt that he couldn't let Lin Yiyi go like that.
Moreover, there was something that Xie Yun was a little embarrassed to say out loud. Now that he thought about it, he had actually developed an inexplicable dependence on An Meng as early as that time.
Subconsciously, he always felt that An Meng must have a way.
As a man, what's wrong with relying on your wife at critical moments?
Assigning secretary Xiao Liu to look after Lin Yiyi was an idea he came up with a day after he had an argument with An Meng.
The smile in Xie Yun's eyes was gentle and soft, like the warm spring sunshine in March, gently wrapping her whole body.
An Meng's face flushed. She stretched out her hand to push the two people away from each other, and whispered, "In public, could you please stop being a hooligan?"
Xie Yun pressed forward and replied shamelessly, "This is my company. I can do whatever I want."
"..." An Meng caught a glimpse of the girl at the front desk laughing even more happily. The feeling of embarrassment spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She quickly pulled Xie Yun and ran out.
As she ran, she panted and said, "Xie Yun, your skin is so thick now that even the steel needles used to nail the soles of your shoes wouldn't be able to penetrate it!"
Xie Yun laughed shamelessly a few times. They were obviously a legal couple, but they ran from the lobby to the company's underground parking lot in one breath as if they were having an affair.
After this run, Xie Yun was fine, but An Meng bent over and gasped for a long time before she could catch her breath.
When she stood up again, she saw Xie Yun holding a small box in his hand.
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