The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

"So lovely."

Mo Fusang smiled slightly, he is a vulgar person, he doesn't know anything about jewelry, before this, the meaning of these things to him was to make money.

But this one, although not rare and expensive, is a priceless treasure.

Huajing raised her hand to caress the hairpin in her hair, and she also liked it tightly in her heart.

Beiming Yiyin set off from the womb, and it was already late at night when he arrived at Gong Lei. Regardless of the dew and the cold night wind, he wandered alone in the street.

Jewelry Street is more desolate than Snack Street, and men and women in Qiqiao Festival prefer to go to affordable and lively Snack Street.

So he was pushed forward by the crowd, but saw that eye-catching scene.

Mo Fusang is wearing a hairpin for a man.

What kind of weird combination is this?

Beiming Yiyin's head is full of black lines, and homosexual love was also popular in ancient times?

The closer you get, the more you find something is wrong.

The man's figure is slender and slender, with a protruding waistline, extremely long hair, and fair skin. If he wasn't wearing a green shirt and his face had no makeup, Beiming Yiyin would have thought he was a woman.

"Master Emperor is very interested."

Now that he's here, Beiming Yiyin wants to see what kind of man the dignified and ascetic Mo Fusang should like.

When a familiar voice sounded from behind, Hua Jing trembled all over, biting her red lips inadvertently with her white teeth.

It was Si Xiang's voice. .

She can't forget those eyes in that wilderness.

Hearing what he said, did he come to look for Mo Fusang?

Do they know each other?
Before Mo Fusang responded to the approaching Beiming Yiyin, he keenly noticed that Huajing's face had turned pale as paper, so he asked with concern: "What's the matter, did you catch the cold wind? I'll take you back."

These words were like a life-saving straw, Hua Jing nodded hurriedly, and heavy footsteps sounded beside her, her neck was stiff, she did not dare to turn her head to face those bloodthirsty eyes.

Beiming Yiyin came to Huajing's side, and carefully looked at the man's side face, only to see a pair of long and soft eyes slightly opened, the angle of the straight nose was just right, and the blood-dripping red lips were touched by the white teeth. Bite, what a goblin.

But he's not interested in men.

Seeing Beiming's Yiyin eyes rolling on Huajing's face, Mo Fusang became irritable.

"His Royal Highness is also very interested, but why are you not with the princess?"

Mo Fusang deliberately mentioned Beiming Xinxuan. He calculated that the current Beiming Xinxuan was probably dying of illness. He, the elder brother of the prince, didn't seem to know anything about it, and he still had the leisure to come and play with Gong Lei.

Prince?

When Hua Jing at the side heard Mo Fusang addressing Si Xiang in this way, his heart sank.

You know, her ultimate mission is to become the Queen of the Kingdom of Shangqian, isn't that true?
"Didn't Xuan'er come to look for you?"

Beiming Yiyin was suspicious. According to Beiming Xinxuan's personality, she would not give up until she saw someone. Why is it that Mo Fusang is with a man now, but she has disappeared.

"I don't know that."

Mo Fusang opened his eyes and spoke nonsense with an extremely calm expression, which made Bei Ming Yiyin believe his nonsense, and muttered to himself: "Then she must have gone back."

"I heard recently that Mo Fusang has a heart-to-heart crush. Didn't he think he was still the same kind?"

Beiming Yiyin joked that the more he looked at this little man, the more familiar he became, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"The prince is joking. He is just a student in my residence who studies ink. Today, he is bored so I asked him to come out to see the world."

"Then what is this hairpin?"

Bei Mingyi hesitated to speak but stopped, as if watching a play.

"Oh, Zuo is just looking at this thing for fun, just to tease him."

After finishing speaking, Mo Fusang stretched out his hand and pulled the hairpin out of Huajing's head, holding it in his hand.

Huajing didn't dare to say a word the whole time, she didn't know if Si Xiang knew her identity, and the black energy behind him in modern times, she didn't know what kind of power it was, if it was as powerful as Shi Shijing, then she would be doomed.

At this moment, Huajing just wants to leave quickly.

Hearing what Mo Fusang said, Beiming Yiyin's heart felt faintly lost. He thought that Mo Fusang had met Lingshang, and he didn't know where that girl went.

"My lord, the servant still has something to do, so I'll go back first."

Huajing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Mo Fusang with a hoarse voice, Mo Fusang also saw her discomfort, so he replied, "Go."

Phew, Hua Jing breathed a sigh of relief, just when she thought she was finally about to escape, suddenly a voice came from behind her.

"wait."

It was his voice.

Huajing stopped in her tracks and stood there motionless.

Beiming Yiyin was still thinking about Mu Lingshang's whereabouts, but when he heard the man's hoarse voice, it sounded like her tired voice.

Could it be
Even if there is a possibility, he can't let it go!

Beiming Yiyin quickly walked in front of Huajing, pulled off the hair crown on her head, and instantly the black hair spread out like a waterfall, covering Huajing's body in a mess.

"It's really you!"

Bei Mingyi was very excited, he could see those very similar eyes.

He heard that voice very much like the woman he met in the wilderness that time, but the day was dark and he couldn't see her face clearly.

Seeing that she was recognized, Huajing hurriedly walked towards Mo Fusang, taking advantage of the opportunity to hide behind him.

Before Mo Fusang could figure out what was going on, he felt a pair of hands tightly grasping the cloth on his back, and he could even feel the trembling of his clothes.

What is she afraid of?
Mo Fusang frowned slightly. What he knew now was that it must have something to do with Beiming Yiyin.

Beiming Yiyin recognized Mu Lingshang, and couldn't control his excitement, ignoring Mo Fusang's existence, he was about to go forward and grab Huajing's sleeve.

"Shangshang, it's me!"

Beiming Yiyin said anxiously, that hand was about to touch Huajing's sleeve, Huajing only felt his scalp go numb, and his hand holding the fabric became tighter.

Snapped!
A crisp sound resounded, Mo Fusang's fan was still in mid-air, Bei Mingyi covered his hand that had been knocked back, and gasped.

"His Royal Highness, please pay attention to your words and deeds. This is my East Yin Palace."

Mo Fusang's voice was as flat as ever, but full of majesty and irresistibility.

He doesn't even look down on the monarch of Shangqian Kingdom, how can a little prince have the courage to touch his people?

What's more, he got the title of emperor's teacher when he was a teenager and taught the then crown prince for a few days. He was a teacher for a day and a father for life. How can there be a woman whose son wants to be his father?
How unfilial!

Naturally, Mo Fusang did not put these ugly words on the table, and Bei Ming Yiyin, who is not stupid, should be able to understand.

"That's right. She is an old friend of mine. I came here this time to look for her."

Beiming Yiyin didn't know how to explain it so that Mo Fusang could understand, but he could also see that Mo Fusang must also be interested in Mu Lingshang, otherwise why would he wear a hairpin for her and conceal his identity for her?

"An old friend? Then tell me, what is her last name, and what is her family background?"

Naturally, Mo Fusang didn't believe Beiming Yiyin's nonsense, he must have seen Hua Jing's beauty and became lustful, making up such a bunch of nonsense.

"I."

He really doesn't know.

Bei Mingyi was in a hurry. If it wasn't for a voice desperately reminding him that he couldn't take the initiative to reveal his previous identity, otherwise there would be no need for such detours, but Mu Lingshang is also strange, he is no different from the modern time, just Some places are more refined, how could she not recognize it?
Still looking scared of him. .

There must be ghosts in this.

"Ha, I really don't know this little fairy. I am so ashamed that my lord emperor has seen it all. Now, can I know her name?"

In order to find out the whole story, Beiming Yiyin could only reluctantly give up this opportunity, he had to make sure that she didn't feel disgusted first.

"My name is Huajing."

Mo Fusang was still considering whether to tell Hua Jing's real name when he heard a slight sound behind him.

Huajing didn't even look at Beiming Yiyin, and just said to herself.

She couldn't care about anything else, she just wanted to get away from that man as soon as possible.

"What a beautiful name, my name is Beiming Yiyin, we met last time."

Beiming Yiyin specifically mentioned the last time, hoping that her memory would be deeper.

But Hua Jing didn't seem to hear it at all, she was dumbfounded, her eyes glazed over.

"I want to go back."

Huajing weakly pressed her forehead against Mo Fusang's back, she had no strength left to stand up, her limbs were uncontrollably numb, and it took a lot of effort to even make a sound.

Mo Fusang's heart twitched like this, he turned around and hugged Huajing in his arms, and said to Beiming Yiyin: "It's late at night, the prince should also go back to rest gone."

Seeing the scene of the two embracing each other, Beiming Yiyin clenched his hands tightly, but let go weakly. He could see that she was in a very bad condition, so he forced his lips and said, "Okay, then I'll take my leave." .”

Mo Fusang didn't say any more nonsense, his wide sleeves completely covered the flower mirror, he lowered his head and said softly, "Hold my waist."

Hua Jing did as she did, and stretched out her arms to hug the strong waist in front of her eyes.

Hearing the wind whistling past her ears, she felt her whole body soaring into the air like a light bird, and the sudden weightlessness made Huajing's heart fluctuate like a roller coaster ride.

She subconsciously hugged the only support in front of her eyes, and buried her whole body in that warm chest.

It was strange that Mo Fusang's chest was extremely warm, it could even be said to be hot.

On a moonlit night, the red robe swayed in the air, and the wind couldn't catch up with his speed, so he was left behind, and the only thing with him was the moonlight that could be seen everywhere.

The black shadows are reflected on the ground, and the double shadows overlap, jumping and appearing on thousands of households.

Feeling the relaxation of the person in his embrace, Mo Fusang raised the corners of his evil lips. It used to be that he always thought that internal energy was useless, and he was too lazy to use his light skills, but now it seems that they are two excellent treasures.

With his movements, Xinxiang kept plunging into his breath, arousing his soul, causing the anger in his body to run wild and uncontrollable.

"Don't move."

Mo Fusang lowered his head and pondered, his chin resting on the top of that little head, which suddenly became motionless after he said those words.

Hua Jing was completely dumbfounded, what did he mean by that, that hoarse and obscure voice was so dangerous. .