"I don't believe it, I don't believe a word of your words." After my thoughts were rejected, Huo Yuman in the side hall was confused, but he still deceived himself. "Your smile is for me. There are no other gorgeous scenery besides me in the audience? You obviously noticed me, so I don't believe it!"

She raised her head again, took two steps forward, with a serious look on her face, "Is your attitude towards me today because you don't like me to drink with men, so you are so cold."

"If this is true, then I promise you that I will never drink with the guests from now on, and will keep a certain distance from all the men in the world, and will only focus on you."

"Stop talking about girls." Ming Jingxuan turned his head and stopped looking at her. His voice still had a coldness without emotion: "I don't want to know that girls have nothing to do with any other reason, just because we are not people in the same world."

"Girl doesn't need to speculate. Unintentional is unintentional. No matter how you change, I will not like you. If a girl has such time, why not think more about how to attract customers."

"I...you..." Huo Yuman was speechless quickly and was still unwilling to give up. He didn't know how to speak. "Actually, we are born with a pair of people. How could we not be from the same world when we were together?"

"One of us is a popular artist in Minghuitang and the other is a popular courtesan of Paramount. It is a pair of people made of heaven and earth. Think about it, you and I are both artists and have countless followers. Whether it is fame or appearance, I am not worthy of you. Why do you just refuse to accept me? If..."

Ming Jingxuan was upset by her so-called "perseverance". He frowned and interrupted her, "Miss Huo please stop talking about such useless things. The master is still in the hall. The girl should go and accompany the master."

He said that and walked towards the door. He was really upset and wanted to leave the side hall and get rid of her.

"Young Master Xuan, don't leave." Na Zhihuo Yuman rushed forward, hugged his back from behind, and pressed his forehead against his back. His soft voice was filled with a sad sob: "Do you just bear to refuse a woman's feelings for you?"

"There are more men in the entire capital who like me, Huo Yuman, and there are more people who want to pay a lot of money to marry me, but I don't want it. I would rather pay a thousand yuan than betroth yourself to you. Can't you feel this kind of heart?"

When Song Qinglian outside the window saw this scene, she almost shook her whole body in shock. She quickly covered her mouth and almost screamed in shock.

Huo Yuman was too bold, and she didn't say anything about confession, but she dared to make such a bold move to Ming Jingxuan. Looking at this thrilling scene, her heart kept beating.

But why, although a layer of sourness and discomfort appeared in my heart, I felt particularly uncomfortable when I looked at the two of them in close contact. Could it be that I was jealous?

But this time, Ming Jingxuan was really angry. He was a cold and innocent person, and kept a distance from anyone and never allowed anyone to approach him, but he didn't expect that he would be approached by such a woman who lingered in fireworks. He could not bear it anymore.

"Get up!" He frowned and said sternly, without any sympathy, and used the greatest strength to break free from Huo Yuman's hug.

"Ah!" Because Ming Jingxuan's strength was too strong, she was not as cautious as she was in a flash and fell to the ground. Her body was facing the cold and hard ground. A sensation of pain came and she couldn't help but moan.

Ming Jingxuan took several steps back and kept a distance of several feet from her. He looked at Huo Yuman who fell to the ground with cold eyes, without any sympathy.

He frowned, his face already had anger. The coldness was filled with the coldness of the sound: "I miss Miss Huo is a woman, and I respect her. But if the girl is so unrespectful, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Huo Yuman stood up from the ground with the pain. She, who had always been in full bloom in Paramount, made herself so embarrassed for the first time because of the person she loves.

She stood up, but there was still some bumpy pain on her body. When the light fell to the ground, she found a light blue sachet embroidered with lotus flowers, which was not her body.

She was curious, and squatted down and picked up the sachet, looked at it, and wondered: "Where did the sachet come from? Isn't this mine?"

When Ming Jingxuan heard the word "sachet", he suddenly turned around and saw that the sachet Song Qinglian gave him fell into Huo Yuman's hand, and his heart suddenly became nervous.

He walked forward in three or two steps and immediately grabbed the sachet from Huo Yuman's hand: "Don't touch my things!"

After retaking the sachet, he carefully dusted the dust off the top and nervously checked the sachet. Fortunately, the sachet was intact and there was no damage or stain.

He tied the sachet to his body, but it fell to the ground at some point. It must have been accidentally scraped off when Huo Yuman was entangled. He regarded every sachet that Song Qinglian gave him as a treasure, so how could it fall into Huo Yuman's hands?

This sachet is actually from Ming Jingxuan?

Huo Yuman was just trying to win his heart, but did not notice that Tong Jingxuan was wearing a sachet. She couldn't help but be surprised that a cold-hearted person like Ming Jingxuan actually had a little toy from her daughter's house.

However, what surprised her even more was that Ming Jingxuan, who had always been cold, became panicked because of a sachet. He was indifferent to what he had said to him just now. However, he did not expect that the small sachet was the one that caused the turmoil.

She took two steps forward incredibly: "This sachet...is it yours of Mr. Xuan?"

Ming Jingxuan took two steps back, with disgust and alienation in his eyes, as if he was wary of her, "Don't touch my things."

Huo Yuman was even more surprised and looked disbelief: "If it is really dirty, I can pay you one. It's just a small sachet that is worthless. Is it necessary for Mr. Xuan to be so nervous?"

How could a woman like her understand the friendship between herself and Song Qinglian?

Ming Jingxuan disdained to explain more to her, but just said a few words coldly: "This has nothing to do with the girl."

Chapter completed!