It would be strange if Si Mingjing could stop.

I just regret that the pace is not big enough and the running is not fast enough.

Mo Yinhe's expression was calm and he was about to follow.

At this time, several cars slowly drove in from outside the yard, blocking Mo Yinhe's way.

A young man with a graceful and elegant temperament and elegant body was sitting in the car. He was about twenty-six or seven years old. When he saw Mo Yinhe, he pulled down the window: "Crown Prince, I guess you haven't left yet, so I took a detour and walked with you..."

The man was halfway through his words, his voice suddenly stopped, he focused his attention and suddenly felt his spirit trembled, his eyes sharp and deep: "What does it taste?"

There was a strong perfume smell floating in the air, but the man could vaguely identify a familiar atmosphere from the strong perfume smell.

"Nothing." Mo Yinhe's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He stood outside the car, squinted his eyes, knocked on the car door with his slender fingers, staring at the direction where Si Mingjing ran away, his eyes gradually deepened.

"No, I smelled her."

The man wanted to push the door and get off the car, but Mo Yinhe didn't give the man a chance to get off the car. He pushed the man and waited for the man to move out of his position. He stepped onto the car and pulled the door with a snap. At the same time, he pulled the window and guarded the car strictly.

He said: "It's the smell left by my little bastard."

The man was not that easy to fool, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Your little bastard is only five years old and has already started to heat up?"

Mo Yinhe said: "I drank too much goat milk and ripened prematurely. He has dared to marry a wife in my name, which has caused a whole city of storm and little bastards."

The man also knew about this and couldn't help but gloat.

Mo Yinhe's slender legs were overlapping casually, and his tall body leaned back, looking helpless: "Drive."

After the car drove out, Mo Yinhe looked towards the direction of Xiaolou. His eyes were deep and long, and his hands were placed on his thighs with clear joints. There were repeated knocks, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In the small building.

Si Mingjing pulled the corners of his lips after the disaster.

It seems that she will fall into that man’s hands every time. It’s only a matter of three, a good sign!

Even a casual dress she chose made her look particularly tall, beautiful and cool.

After Mrs. Ye went to the small building to see it, she nodded in satisfaction, praising her for being beautiful and looking good in everything she wears.

Later, Mrs. Ye used her connections to get a list of all the guests at her family's rendezvous banquet.

Among them, there are three academicians from the Chinese Medicine Research Institute who came to Ye’s house last night.

Si Mingjing's mouth was slightly choked, and he had already thoughts in his heart. It seems that the Song family wants to get back the scene in terms of professionalism?

How confident is this?

Isn’t I afraid of setting up the stage, but instead made her wedding dress?

Si Mingjing found an excuse to leave the Ye family first. She was afraid that Mo Yinhe would come back again, so she said to Mrs. Ye: "Old lady, Grandpa Su calls me over and I'll go to the Su family. You and Xiaobai will come to support me again in the evening. Do you think this is true?"

The old lady knew that she had a good relationship with the Su family, so she agreed to her.

After leaving Yejia Manor, Si Mingjing did not go to the Su family, but went directly to the Song family.

Song Tengfei asked his wife Fang Jing to prepare for the marriage recognition banquet. Fang Jing is a person who is very good at face-saving projects. Even if he is unwilling to do it, he will hold the banquet properly, making people unable to pick it up, spending time, and willing to spend money. Even the busy servants praised Fang Jing as a good stepmother.
Chapter completed!