The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground - Chapter 758

After talking about the goods in the hall, and returning to the room to confirm that there was no small tail following, Mu Changying’s slender eyebrows frowned slightly.

There was a trace of worry in her eyes, “A Yuan, are you sure about the goods?”

Don’t look at the Tianyinmen Sect Master who seems to be very fooled, but if there is a problem with the goods, they will definitely not be able to get rid of the suspicion.

Seeing her frown, Rong Luyuan raised his hand, put his fingers between her brows, and gently smoothed the brows, “Don’t worry, you can’t go wrong, this underground force will soon cease to exist.”

Before coming to Tianyinmen, he had communicated with the people in the army.

The group of people who will deliver the goods in the future are undercover agents sent by the army, and they will wipe out all the people in Tianyinmen.

“That’s good.”

Mu Changying nodded again and again, her small face was no longer tense, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, traces of solemnity appeared in her eyes, and she rubbed her fingers, “I feel that Kui Qing is already beginning to doubt us.”

That man’s acuity is really terrifying, and he was the first person in the entire nest to notice the difference.

Rong Luyuan’s eyes were dark and cold, as if waves were hitting the rocks, “Be careful these two days.”

Don’t lose the chain in a pinch. If Kui Qing wants to do something, don’t blame him for attacking first.

“A Yuan…” Mu Changying reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

Rong Luyuan returned to his senses, restrained the dark tide in his eyes, and said in a low voice, “Yingbao, what’s the matter?”

“No……”

Mu Changying shook his head, before he could finish speaking, a disgusting feeling came up, and his little face turned pale and bloodless.

“Well……”

Covering her mouth, she turned and ran towards the bathroom in the room, her feet galloping.

“Yingbao…”

Seeing this, Rong Luyuan raised his heels with a worried look on his face, what happened to Yingbao, is he sick?

The stern face was full of worry, the brows were furrowed, and the breath around him was cold.

Running to the bathroom, Mu Changying locked the door.

She lay beside the toilet, “Ouch…”

During this time, the sense of smell became extremely sensitive, and the smell of the toilet made my stomach churn.

I vomited for a long time, but nothing came out and I was retching.

There was a thin mist in her eyes, and her eyes were hazy with tears, so pitiful.

“Yingbao…”

Rong Luyuan’s anxious voice came from outside.

Mu Changying stood up, took out a tissue, wiped her mouth, washed her hands, and opened the door.

As soon as she walked out, her waist tightened and she fell into a warm embrace.

“Yingbao.”

Rong Luyuan hugged her tightly, as if wishing to rub her into the blood and bones to become one.

He raised his other hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair gently.

Mu Changying leaned in his arms, smelled the familiar breath on his body, and her beating heart gradually calmed down.

He stretched out his hand and pushed him, “A Yuan, I’m fine.”

It’s just that I don’t know what to do, and A Yuan is too fussy.

Her A Yuan always cared so much about her, how could she not like him?

The corners of Mu Changying’s mouth raised, her smile bright and innocent.

Suddenly, the smile on the corner of his mouth became particularly stiff, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Shouldn’t…

impossible? As soon as she thought it would be what she thought, Mu Changying’s heart beat faster and faster, thumping.

She took a deep breath, stabilized her mind, pulled out of Rong Luyuan’s embrace, and put her hand on her pulse.