Cheng Xiulu was so ridiculed that she couldn't speak, her face was as ugly as she wanted, and before Yu Yuehan could ask her to leave, she left in a despondent manner with her tail between her legs.
He didn't even bring the hairpin that was left on the coffee table.
Nian Xiaomu raised her head, with a smile hidden in her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Yu Yuehan who was still in the living room from the corner of her eyes, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
After thinking about it, he said respectfully, "Master, if there is nothing else, then I will..."
"You follow me to the study."
Yu Yue coldly interrupted her, passed her, and walked upstairs.
Nian Xiaomu was still in a daze, his noble figure had disappeared at the stairs.
The butler at the side hurriedly urged, "Nian Xiaomu, the young master calls you, so hurry up!"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
So it wasn't her illusion, he really called her
Could it be that he still doesn't believe that she didn't steal the hairpin
Nian Xiaomu was full of doubts, pursed her lips, and slowly followed upstairs.
Walking to the door of the study, he found that the door was only ajar and not closed tightly.
"Master, I'm coming in." She called out before raising her hand and pushing the door open.
As soon as he walked in, he was slightly taken aback.
Yu Yuehan sat in front of the desk. The log desk, with its antique flavor, softened the chill on his body.
A faint light came in from the window behind him, casting a layer of holy light on him.
He tilted his face slightly, his delicate skin made women feel inferior, and the shadow cast by the light on the nose made his facial features look more deep and three-dimensional.
For some reason, looking at the picture in front of her, the words he said to Cheng Xiulu just now sounded inexplicably in her mind: "...Do those who slander me need to give me an explanation?"
his people...
Nian Xiaomu's heart shuddered.
It turns out that this is the feeling of having someone as a backer.
Although she knew very well in her heart that Yu Yuehan didn't necessarily want to help her get ahead, maybe he just didn't want to lose his face because of her.
He also clearly saw that he only started to intervene in this matter after he heard Cheng Xiulu mention Mrs. Yu.
But the heart still unconsciously loses rhythm because of his words.
Whoever said that good-looking women are disasters, according to her, so are men.
There is a monster in front of her eyes!
"Are you satisfied with what you saw?" A cold voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Nian Xiaomu suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that she was actually staring at his flourishing beauty in a daze!
Raising his head, he met his deep black eyes, completely unable to guess whether the question just now was serious or mocking her.
Nian Xiaomu coughed twice in embarrassment to hide her guilty conscience.
"Master, what can you do with me?"
"I thought you would have something, and wanted to explain it to me alone." Yu Yuehan put his elbows on the desk, his fingers with well-defined phalanges intertwined, supporting his handsome chin.
He obviously didn't do anything, but there was a pressing pressure all over his body.
Nian Xiaomu thought that he really didn't believe her, so she curled her lips.
"What I said before is the truth. I just sent my wife back to the small courtyard. She asked me to help her wear hairpins, so I helped her wear them..."
As soon as Nian Xiaomu explained a few words, he realized that his eyes were not right.
The sharp gaze seemed to dissect her.
She froze slightly, and stopped embarrassingly.
Before she could figure out how she had offended him, she heard his indifferent voice, "When did you realize that the diamond on that hairpin is fake?"