The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

Li Kai said, "So many years have passed, there is no way that there are any clues left in that place. This subordinate thinks that His Highness and the princess went there to find memories of the past."

"..." Ye Xing's eyes darkened. After hearing what he said, he remembered that Lin Xiaomo had lost his memory...

He suddenly thought of an idea, maybe he could talk to her, if she came forward to talk to Ye Han, things might be much easier!

"Send someone to keep an eye on Mozhuang. Once she leaves alone, contact me immediately. I want to talk to her." Ye Xing ordered.

Li Kai immediately understood his intentions. It is well known that Ye Han's affection for Lin Xiaomo was deeply rooted in his bones. The divorce agreement was such a big deal back then, and Ye Han didn't make a fuss after being persuaded by Lin Xiaomo in a few words. It's too old to be a peacemaker.

However, Li Kai feels that this time it will not be as smooth as last time. After all, Lin Xiaomo is not what it used to be, and the Night Palace is also different from the past. contend.

"It's Your Excellency." But Li Kai still accepted the order. In his eyes, the outcome of the meeting between the Night Walk Club and Lin Xiaomo is not important, as long as his task is to complete the things he explained.

"This subordinate is resigning." Li Kai said again.

"En." Ye Xing replied, but the expression on his face did not recover. He was thinking about how to persuade Lin Xiaomo. Although she had lost her memory now, he thought Ye Han must have mentioned him in front of her, and Back then...

On the other side, Mo Zhuang.

In the room full of warmth, the two hugged each other and lay on the big bed. Although they were both awake, they seemed unwilling to get up immediately.

Yehan likes to hold her like this, so that his warm chest can be pressed against her silky skin, feeling each other's existence and heartbeat.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was low and mellow like fine wine, provocative and intoxicating.

When Xia Ying heard him ask such a question calmly, her brows frowned slightly again, her cheeks seemed to turn redder.

She didn't make a sound either, but her eyes were slightly lowered, and all the shyness was written on her face.

The corner of Yehan's mouth twitched into a smile, seeing her profile lightly evoking her name, "Xiao Mo?"

"En." Xia Ying replied, her head was resting on his arm, and she was still playing with his fingers casually in her hand, clean and slender, beautiful like a musician's hand, if it hadn't touched the tiger's mouth There is a protrusion, no matter how I look at it, I don't think it is from that gun.

Ye Han asked again, "Xiao Mo?"

Xia Ying still replied softly, "Yes." It seemed that she liked his hand very much.

Ye Han smiled deeply, and called out again, "Xiao Mo..."

Xia Ying finally turned around, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yehan folded his arms in a favorable manner, wrapped her in his arms, and replied with a low eyebrow and a slight smile, "I just want to call you." He likes that when he calls her, she can respond to him, and this kind of scene is his What I can't think about these years, because every time he calls her, there will always be only cold air in response to him!

"Fool." Xia Ying scolded, when she looked into his eyes, she saw pampering and warmth, so strong that she didn't dare to keep looking.

She lowered her head again, pursing her red lips.

In Yehan's eyes, such an unintentional act is simply tempting to commit a crime.