escape love sign

Chapter 582

"How can this be, Mr. Mu, you have a noble status, how can I bother you, if Miss Hongxiu finds out..."

Fanghua blushed anxiously, and wanted to take back the bucket, but Mu Fei only dodged lightly, and then dodged over.

"So what if you know, you are her family's doctor, not a servant, so there is no need to do this kind of rough work."

"But Miss Hongxiu said... she said... I deliberately seduced Mr. Mu..." Fanghua bit her lips, and the glimmer of water in her clear eyes made Mu Fei feel a little unbearable, "Mr. Mu, please trouble me!" Can you explain to Miss, I really didn't know that you were the eldest son of Wuyingxuan. If I knew, I wouldn't dare..."

"You mean, if you know my identity, even if you see me fall in front of you, you won't care about it? Is this the attitude of saving lives and healing the wounded?"

Mu Fei intentionally teased Fanghua, she hurriedly shook her head, her face flushed, and she spoke incoherently: "No, that's not what I meant, I..."

"Okay, there's no need to explain, let's go. Yu Hongxiu won't wake up so early, and few servants in Wulin Villa have seen me, so they won't inform me."

"En." Fanghua nodded shyly, followed behind Mu Fei, looking at his back, as if something trembled slightly in her heart.

The ordinary days became vivid because of the appearance of Mu Fei.

When he is free, Fanghua always sneaks out of the Wulin Villa. When he sees Mu Fei waiting in the back mountain, he gently blows the leaf flute. The melody is fresh and beautiful, but there is a hint of sadness. She saw no hope in Fei's eyes, and he never seemed to really open his heart to others.What everyone sees is just a perfect body, gorgeous and warm, but empty and pale.

Autumn just passed, and the winter snow came without warning. The trees on the back mountain were all withered, their branches were shaking, and they were covered with snow reflecting the moonlight. From time to time, large pieces of snow fell on the ground, walking on the thick On the snow, I could only hear the creaking of boots. Mu Fei stood in the snow, dressed in white clothes, he was aloof and refined. He was similar to Mu Luo's beautiful city, but he was not as proud and fierce as Mu Luo. A ray of sunshine, warm enough to melt everything.

Fanghua was almost stunned, and it took a while to come back to his senses, lowered his head, and whispered: "Mr. Mu."

(End of this chapter)