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Meng Fuyuan was glued to Huo Yi's face, with a fierceness and sharpness that cannot be ignored, until the other person habitually lowered his head and avoided answering, as if he was at a loss. The cloth with the mouth removed, his complexion is dull, and his tone is light, like the mist of early winter, "Do you know who the "he" I am talking about is?"

How could Huo Yi not know.

He always knew.

Huo always felt that Meng Fuyuan seemed to be setting him a trap. Meng Fuyuan loved to use tactful and roundabout words to set out some secrets that the other party couldn't tell. After following Meng Fuyuan for a long time, Huo Yi also knew that Meng Fuyuan's interlocking and comprehensive The method is just that Meng Fuyuan is usually an elegant and easy-going noble son, he doesn't like to put on airs, he is also kind and amiable to the shadow guards, and especially to himself... As the lord of a village, the calculations in his chest are always Ignored by others, even I almost forgot.

After thinking about it for a while, Huo Yi thought it was still necessary to speak out, as hiding it would bring suspicion to himself.

Huo Yi's brows twitched slightly, fearing that his performance would show flaws, he rolled his stomach on the tip of his tongue several times to confirm that there were no loopholes in his words, then Huo Yi dared to make a sound, but still deliberately slowed down his speech, only then did he realize that An Xin, "Is that... Young Master Zilu?"

Meng Fuyuan didn't say yes or no, and slanted his eyes to look at the eyebrows and eyes of half of Huo Yi's face when he nodded. His light white fingertips broke away from the complicated embroidery patterns, and instead tapped a few times on the fabric. Meng Fuyuan changed the topic and asked softly: "You Why bow your head? Am I scary?"

Huo subconsciously raised his head to deny, "No..."

The eyes of the two collided again.

Huo Yi's heartbeat stopped suddenly, sweat dripped from his forehead and temples, the other party's gaze was too hot, sharp and sharp, like the edge of a sword after bathing in a fire, as if it was enough to reveal the mask of disguise, leaving nowhere to escape shape.

Huo Yi didn't dare to look too much, wanted to lower his head and thought of Meng Fuyuan's words just now, he was quite at a loss, and was about to move his eyes to the left to avoid this confrontation, but he didn't want the other party to end this lightning-like meeting of eyes first .

Meng Fuyuan stretched out his hands, revealing his bright wrists, and unhurriedly picked up a few pieces of letter paper on the red sandalwood table. It was Huo Fangfang's ghostwritten poems for Meng Fuyuan. Hanging in the air, he is not afraid that the ink will flow down, so Meng Fuyuan moved his hands to his eyes, looked at them carefully for a moment, and then asked: "Your writing in lower script is upright and vigorous, quite like the Liu family, have you practiced it?"

Huo Yi replied: "Yes. The owner of the villa is absurd."

Hearing the words, Meng Fuyuan snorted lightly, with a smile that was not a smile, and the obscure emotions gathered in his eyes, like pine smoke that could not be melted, "He likes to run calligraphy, and his handwriting is generally chic and elegant. Your writing style preference is quite different from his. But your habit of holding a pen and drawing ink is exactly the same. So sometimes I feel that you are really similar to him because of these unintentional actions, but when you think about it carefully, you are not at all like—”

Meng Fuyuan pressed the poems in his hand back under the pine wood paperweight, looked at Huo Yi's cheeks, and traced lightly along the other's outline, as soft as a spring breeze blowing on his face, obviously weightless, but there was an unknown coercion hidden in his eyes , like a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, seemingly soft and harmless, but it can peel off the flesh and make people take off the mask, "Hero Yan is very smart, can you give me some guidance? Tell me, why is this? ?”

After finishing speaking, an invisible pressure shrouded under the purlin rafters which were only a few feet high, squeezing the air thin, making people flustered for no reason, struggling and suffering in the lingering sense of suffocation.

His inner clothes were soaked in cold sweat, Huo Yi tried his best to maintain a calm and self-sustained face, but his mind was already in a mess, his head was dull and dull, as if filled with entangled silk, and like a rusty mechanism, struggling to operate.

What does the owner mean by this...?

Whether it's thinking about others by seeing things, saying something carelessly, or testing one's own reality, or... Huo Yi didn't dare to imagine, but the most difficult situation he had to face——

Has your identity been exposed? !

However, if the owner of the villa has recognized himself and knows that he has disobeyed the owner's order and changed his face to get involved in the Jianghu disputes, he will definitely expose his disguise technique and forged identity, and he will be furious and questioned repeatedly, so why bother talking in vain , Play dumb with yourself, say some tentative words with unknown meaning?

So, Meng Fuyuan hasn't confirmed his true identity yet?These so-called actions are just to test the truth?

Dare not to jump to conclusions, Huo Yi always feels that this conclusion is too hasty, he can't guess Meng Fuyuan's thoughts, those black pupils are like the gloomy lake reflecting the long night, bottomless, making people fall irresistibly, at the same time, it seems You can see through each other at a glance.

Huo Yi hoped that his own guilt was at work.

But at this moment, Huo Yi also understood that the more he talked, the more flaws he would have, so he chose to remain silent.

Fortunately, Meng Fuyuan didn't press every step of the way, and continued to question.

Silence spread to every corner of the study room, amplifying Meng Fuyuan's light voice, thickening and clearly audible, "It's normal if you don't understand, I can't guess my own thoughts. I have been I was thinking about it, and I managed to get something, I think, maybe I used to like him so much, and my eyes were full of his every move, so I couldn't help but find his shadow in others."

Huo Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and his guard was relieved a little, but suddenly he felt that his chest was empty.

Meng Fuyuan said again slowly: "You guessed right, it's that Mr. Lu, you actually met him before."

Huo Yi pretended to be shocked, "I've seen it?"

"I still remember that you said that you were lucky enough to be rescued by Huo Daxia in Luoshan."

"Young Master Zilu...is...that Hero Huo?"

"Are you shocked?" Meng Fuyuan's gaze was erratic, he didn't know what he was thinking, "What kind of person do you think Huo Daxia is?"

What kind of person is Huo Daxia?

He should be the most qualified person to give the answer, but Huo Yiyi didn't know how to answer for a while, more precisely, how should he answer as Yan Yuanbai, should he praise or demote, Huo Yi hesitated for a while, Give a general and ambiguous answer, "... Huo Daxia is willing to help, I think he should be an upright, warm-hearted chivalrous man?"

Meng Fuyuan sneered, "Is that how you evaluate your love rival?"

Huo Yi: "..."

"He is a piece of wood, dull by nature, incomprehensible to style, and rotten." Meng Fuyuan raised his chin slightly, looked up at Huo Yi's face, still smiling softly, but that smile seemed so faint that it was nowhere to be found. It seemed to be swept away by Zhong Qiu's sad wind, "Tell me, why doesn't he like me? Is it because I'm not good?"

Huo Yi's heart trembled suddenly when he heard this.

In fact, he is not slow, it's not that he can't understand Meng Fuyuan's overt and secret overtures, never has been, and occasionally using his identity as a shadow guard to respond to the other party's wishes is already the most outrageous thing he can do.

He could only choose to pretend to be stupid.

His throat seemed to be clogged with thick phlegm, his Adam's apple rolled, and Huo Yi's voice was almost hoarse, "It's probably because that hero Huo doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, he's blind."

Meng Fuyuan seemed to be pleased by Huo Yi, and laughed out loud, "That's right, it's because he doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, it's because he has no eyes."

Standing up suddenly, Meng Fuyuan took out the poem written by Huo Yi himself under the paperweight, rolled it into a tube, and held it in his palm. Meng Fuyuan walked towards Huo Yi, getting closer, and seemed to be able to hear the other party's heavy breathing and majestic breath. Heartbeat, "Although the past is gone, those who come can still be pursued. The few poems I asked you to write for me were not chosen randomly. If you have the heart, you may be able to discover the mystery of them."

Stopping beside Huo Yi, Meng Fuyuan suddenly hooked his lips and moved closer, biting his ear, and whispered softly, "Don't worry, Yan Yuanbai."

"From now on, I only like you alone."

All the warm breath sprayed on Huo Yi's earlobe, causing a slight itchiness——

"I guarantee the reputation of the owner of Wuwei Villa as a guarantee. The above words and sentences are absolutely not empty words."