Ye Xiyue finally quietly moved away from the guards.

Through the original owner's memory, she thoroughly understood what kind of person Ye Xiyue was and what kind of identity he had before.

The fourth lady of the General's Mansion.

It is quite famous in the capital, just because... she is a perfect waste.

No matter where I go, even if I have never heard of it, from the southeast, west, north, and middle, I have also heard of the Ye family having a useless man.

However, the original owner is protected by the head of the Ye family and loves her like a pearl in her palm. She is afraid of it melting when she holds it in her mouth, and afraid of it breaking when she holds it in her palm.

It's rare, it's rare.

Now Ye Xiyue just wants to be quiet by herself.

She felt melancholy in her heart. She was obviously dead on the mountain, but she was kicked when she woke up again.

The faster she walked, before she knew it, Ye Xiyue had already left the guard group far away. She stopped and sat on a lawn. She was about to take a breath, but suddenly she felt something fragrant...

She smelled it and then realized that it was her clothes.

Because she walked, she felt a little sweat, her close-fitting clothes were a little wet, and the fragrance naturally spread out.

"It's because of sweating that the spice smell on the clothes is drawn out?"

not good!

She frowned and felt a group of people flying towards this side. It was the fragrance... that attracted people!

She took off her coat neatly and ran towards the bushes that were waist-thick.

"Where do you want to go?" A man, wearing a white dress, and a black head as black as ink, fell in front of Ye Xiyue like a god from the sky, standing two steps away from her, blocking her way.

A glimmer of light flashed through Ye Xiyue's eyes. In her memory, she searched for everything about the man in front of her.

Molan, the most trusted CEO of the Ye family, is also the adopted son of the Ye family. She is not her biological brother.

"I want to just look around." Ye Xiyue was as calm as water.

Molan's eyes were slightly condensed, staring at her-

He was very handsome, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as traceless as the fallen leaves of autumn wind. His elegant face, full of elegance, and deep black eyes showed deep exploration.

His eyes at this moment were like snakes.

In Ye Xiyue's opinion, this is a clear and gentle man, but Mo Lan's bones are very deep.

She could understand why the deep-study in his eyes at this time was probably because of her way of speaking. After all, she had a different personality from the original owner.

The original Ye Xiyue had never spoken to Mo Lan so calmly.

"Xiyue, are you injured?" Mo Lan walked to Ye Xiyue and smiled slightly. In addition to being serious, there was also a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No, I'm fine."

"Your arm?" Mo Lan couldn't help frowning when she saw Ye Xiyue's arm scratching and bleeding, "Xiyue..."
Chapter completed!