C18 Comprehension of Sick Doctor(17)

"Oh my god!" "Do you know that Yi Si Lou's commoner, Mu Ye, has been two-timing and has even taken care of Young Master Feng and the school grass master? Heavens, just how scheming is this woman?!" A gossipy girl was standing on the staircase, surrounded by a group of girls, all gathered together to discuss this matter.

"Oh my god!" I have seen that commoner before, she is not the least bit good-looking. I see that if she did not play some tricks, how could Young Master Feng and Young Master Ling be together with her?! " The other girl said in disdain. Even her tone was full of sarcasm.

"Isn't that kind of woman who doesn't have good looks the kind of despicable methods she uses? This chicken wants to become a phoenix? Young Master Feng and Young Master Ling both have fiancées, and a woman without status and no identity wants to enter the upper class society? "

The girls echoed him. Mu Ye, who was standing at the other side, heard his taunting and malicious words. Her hands gradually tightened as she tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"Do you have any nobility? "All of you came to this school just to find a golden son in law. I am an open and upright person, I do not need the kind of thing that you guys are talking about." Mu Ye walked out and stood in front of them, smiling faintly. Her calm and composed expression made it seem as if she had practiced it a hundred times, without a single flaw.

"You … A lowly commoner like you can behave so atrociously in our Bo Si Restaurant? " One of the girls had a fiery temper. Hearing Mu Ye's words, she immediately felt annoyed and raised her hand to greet Mu Ye.

Just as she was about to kiss Mu Ye's face, she was stopped.

"Young Master Ling, you, you …" Why are you here? " The girl looked up and didn't expect Ling Xiaohan to be the one to stop her.

It wasn't her fault that she was shocked. This staircase was the corridor that led to the ladies' restroom. Logically speaking, it was impossible for Ling Xiaohan to come here, could it be because … The civilian?

Ling Xiaohan sneered and put his arm around Mu Ye's shoulder and pulled her into his embrace. He looked unfriendly, "Mu Ye is my girlfriend now, bullying her? I will make you get the hell out of here! "

The girl saw the cold look in Ling Xiaohan's eyes and quickly lowered her head in fear. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry."

After saying that, the group of girls didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly ran away before Ling Xiaohan was really angry.

Seeing that everyone had left, Mu Ye also struggled to break away from Ling Xiaohan's embrace.

"What do you want?" Mu Ye looked coldly at Ling Xiaohan and was always on her guard.

"I've said it before, when we leave Feng Ge, he won't reject the Han Family's marriage for your sake." Ling Xiaohan put his hands in his pockets, looking frivolous as he spoke with a hint of nonchalance. "You are a smart person, even if I help you, you still have to keep your promise."

Mu Ye didn't say anything. She remained silent for a long while.

"I'm going abroad for a few days, come with me. I'll come pick you up tonight." Ling Xiaohan did not wait for Mu Ye to speak and directly said. His domineering tone did not allow Mu Ye to reject him.

Mu Ye lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes moving up and down, covering the gloominess that flashed in her eyes.

"Alright, I understand." "Yes," he replied softly.

The corner of Mu Ye's mouth twitched. She turned around and walked downstairs.

He and she, one in the sky, the other underground.

The difference in status was like a chasm between clouds and mud. If she couldn't cross it, she wouldn't dare to.

She was a murderer, and even if they could, she wouldn't be able to get through the barrier in her heart.

At least in his heart, she was still that brave and kind girl.

She would always remember that morning when the youth had been half-bent over, holding out a hand to her. When he had looked at her, the gentleness in his eyes had been like the spring breeze, gentle and exquisite.

She remembered that time on the roof when he had looked at her with his gentle eyes and introduced her to others, and he had said that this was the girl he liked.

He liked her, and she liked him.

There was no fierce passion, no great love of life and death, their fondness was like the spring breeze.