1745: C1745 New Students 3

C1745 New Students 3

Jing Se's eyes revealed a trace of disgust. She was already in a bad mood, so her tone was also not very good.

"What is he doing here?"

The servant replied, trembling in fear.

"Mr. Mo didn't say …"

"He didn't. Don't you know how to ask?"

Jing Ze leaned to his side and yelled at him.

"Madam, I'll ask him now …"

The servant was bent over, his head bowed, his toes curled into a ball.

The other servants not far away could not help but keep quiet, not daring to make a sound out of fear.

Usually, whenever Mo Ye came over, Jing Se would be beaming with joy and in a good mood. However, today's reaction was too abnormal.

Two old servants who had been in the Qian Family for many years could faintly guess what was going on.

Ever since Qian Jingchuan returned from the Sacred Land, Jing Se's mood worsened day by day. It was one thing to reprimand his underling for no reason, but now his attitude towards Mo Ye had changed.

"Mr. Mo …"

The servant who had come to report turned around in shock. He had not even taken two steps when he almost bumped into Mo Ye who was walking towards him.

"What's the matter that made you so flustered?"

Mo Ye's eyes drooped, and they were somewhat cold.

He had heard Jing Se's scolding and his heart sank a little. Of course, he had also seen her recent changes. But he said nothing, only pretended not to see.

"Madam …"

The servant bowed his head even lower.

"Go down."

Mo Ye glanced at him and spoke in a calm tone.

The old servant watching from a short distance felt indignant.

This family, on the surface, still had the surname 'Qian', but in reality, they had long since been given the surname 'Mo'.

At this moment, Mo Ye seemed to be the master of this house.

Upon hearing Mo Ye's words, that person was so relieved that he quickly left.

"Arthur, what happened this early in the morning?"

Mo Ye slowly walked to Jing Se's side. His expression was as warm as ever, and his gaze was still as gentle as ever.

"What are you doing here?"

The vexed Jing Se glanced at him and replied unhappily.

"Didn't you tell me to come in the morning?"

In front of the servants, Mo Ye continued to maintain his elegant demeanor, but there was no anger in his tone.0

"When did I say that?"

Jing Se's pupils constricted as she subconsciously asked.

"Arthur, you called me yesterday and told me yourself, why …"

Mo Ye looked calm, his deep eyes were like the calm surface of the sea.

"You?"

Jing Ze looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Beneath the tranquil surface of the sea, a dark tide was surging.

Jing Se's heart constricted as he replied in a impatient tone.

"I forgot."

How could she have forgotten? It was because there was no such thing.

Mo Ye was just giving her face, and she had no choice but to give him this' face '.

Between them, it wasn't just him or her.

That chaotic night many years ago had tied them together.

"Arthur, you are in a bad mood. I will accompany you for a walk. "How about it?"

Mo Ye pursed his lips and said with concern.

"Yes."

Jing Ze's face was tense and he agreed unwillingly.

The two of them arrived at the garden at the back of the mansion and slowly walked side by side. Perhaps because his mood was too bad, after walking for a short while, Jing Se was unwilling to continue walking. She stopped, turned her head, and looked at Mo Ye.

"Do you know what Jing Chuan has been doing these past few days?"

"He hasn't come out of the sanatorium."

Mo Ye also stood still, turning to face her. The voice was a little more domineering. he asked, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to go to the sanatorium."

Jing Se looked at Mo Ye and said.

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