Along the way, Qi Mo walked in front of her without looking back or speaking, leaving her with a stiff back. Her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of cold mist, and even the surrounding air seemed to have become colder.
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Zhong Qingye stared at him from behind, his eyes nearly jumping out of his sockets in protest. Qi Mo didn't even turn his head, and then Zhong Qingye became angry and simply ignored him, leisurely and leisurely.
Sitting on the horse, he pondered the renovation plan of Yingfeng Building and what Feng Jin meant.
Unconsciously, they arrived at the palace. Zhong Qingye jumped off the horse, glanced down at his red and purple palms, grinned, and turned around to go to his room.
"Zhong Qingye!" Someone behind him roared in a low voice.
Zhong Qingye pretended not to hear anything and walked away with his head held high and not looking back.
Qi Mo gritted his teeth and strode after her, grabbing her arm. Zhong Qingye frowned slightly and stopped to look at him: "My lord, are you okay?"
Qi Mo stared at her and said nothing.
Zhong Qingye looked at him for a while, then suddenly shook his hand, broke away from Qi Mo's hand, and rescued her without looking back. Qi Mo repeated his old trick and caught her again.
Zhong Qingye looked at him impatiently: "What do you want to do?"
"What's your relationship with Feng Jin?" Qi Mo asked without answering.
"This probably has nothing to do with the prince, so I can't complain!" Zhong Qingye answered him lightly, rolled his arm, and broke free from his hand again.
"Zhong, Qing, Ye!" the voice came from gritted teeth.
Zhong Qingye stared at him, his expression like an unruly cat, mixed with anger and unyielding.
Qi Mo was slightly startled by this expression, and gave her a suspicious look: "You are angry." He affirmed.
"No."
"Why are you angry?" Qi Mo pretended not to hear.
Zhong Qingye was angry: "Did I say that?"
"Because I don't allow you to leave the house?" Qi Mo asked tentatively.
Zhong Qingye's anger suddenly surged, and he yelled at him: "I told you I'm not angry, not angry! When on earth are you going to ask? You hide your own affairs and never tell me,
Why should I tell you my affairs! Qi Mo, you are too involved!"
Qi Mo was stunned for a while after being yelled at, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
After yelling, Zhong Qingye's expression suddenly calmed down, as if he realized that he had said too much, he turned his head away and even forgot to take his arm out of Qi Mo's hand.
Qi Mo finally came to his senses and asked tentatively: "Are you angry that I didn't come to you for so long?"
Zhong Qingye looked depressed and didn't even look at him.
Looking at the girl's angry little face, she kept inking for a long time, and the flowers in her heart began to bloom. She was in a good mood for a moment, and her slightly raised lips looked a little childish.
Zhong Qingye bared his teeth and was too depressed to speak.
Qi Mo was in a good mood immediately. He took her hand and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. The cold iron surface rubbed her neck. He exhaled with a blue smile and said, "So you are angry about this."
ah……"
Zhong Qingye jumped: "Did you tell me?"
"I did it on purpose."
"Huh?" Zhong Qingye was stunned and didn't understand: "What's the intention?"
"I didn't come to find you on purpose." Qi Mo hugged her tighter. The lights were dark at night and all the servants had fallen asleep. There were only a few orange lanterns hanging far away under the eaves in the corner, blown by the night breeze.
The blow drifted slightly, and the light scattered all over the ground, quiet and warm.
Either he doesn't want to see her, or he wants to meet her so much that Qi Mo is a little worried. He is worried that if he continues to be out of control like this, one day he will never be able to leave Zhong Qingye again, and Qi Mo knows that once he becomes concerned,
, for the enemy, it is like having a huge vulnerability.
He couldn't let himself have any flaws, but he couldn't let go of Zhong Qingye's hand, so he made a small experiment not to meet her for the time being. He tried to use this method to reduce Zhong Qingye's influence on him.
But as time went by, Qi Mo realized more and more that this was really a stupid idea.
More than half a month of isolation, not only did not erase her presence in his mind, but the trend became clearer and clearer. He couldn't stop thinking about her, when eating, discussing, reading, and walking.
Even when I was sleeping, I always deliberately didn't think about it, but I always thought of her face inadvertently.
What is she doing? Is she eating? Is she cold? Is she hungry? Is she feeling uncomfortable? Did she follow the dietary therapy she was given? Are the three girls taking good care of her?...
There were not many questions like this. It could be said that there was no way he could not know about her situation for a day. After more than half a month, he was probably only fully focused on her during the short period of time when the servant reported her situation.
This was the first time in Qi Mo's life that this happened. While he felt uneasy about it, he also felt faintly happy about it. Until the servant hurried into the study and told him that Zhong Qingye was leaving the palace, Qi Mo couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
Deny the momentary panic in my heart.
At that moment, there seemed to be too many emotions exploding in her mind. Where was she going? When would she come back? Was she going to leave him just like that?... It was so easy that he even left him immediately.
The Wuying people in the study rushed out of the study.
When they ran to the stable, Zhong Qingye had disappeared. Qi Mo didn't hesitate at all. He got on the horse and chased her. He finally got her whereabouts along the way. When he saw her again, she was trapped in the arms of another man.
Qi Mo swore that there was never a moment when he wanted to rush forward and cut off the hand around her shoulder.
But looking at her profile, he inexplicably tolerated it. To be honest, no matter what Zhong Qingye thought, he instinctively resisted letting her show his bloody side.
From that moment on, Qi Mo truly understood that no matter what, he could not give up on this woman.
Zhong Qingye, his princess, is the only woman in the world who is qualified to catch his eye.
"Why didn't you come to me on purpose?" Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes and moved in his arms: "Am I so annoying?"
The smile at the corner of Qi Mo's mouth widened slightly. With that gentle movement, Zhong Qingye did not want to struggle out, but adjusted a comfortable position in his arms. Such a small movement was enough to make him happy.
As long as she is willing, he is willing to leave this flaw and regret it later.
"How could it be..." Qi Mo murmured, getting close to her neck and pressing a kiss: "Qingye, I love you."