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Chapter 118 So You Decided Not to Leave? !
"Eldest young mistress, your eyes?!" Seeing Yun Yun's eyes like burning lights, Fu Rong was stunned.

"That's right, my eyes are not blind, so don't try to lie to me, because human eyes can't lie!" Yun Yun stared into her eyes and said in a low voice.

"Young Mistress, Furong really didn't lie, what Furong said is true, even to the old matriarch, even to the yamen, Furong would dare to say that!" Furong sobbed.

When things got to this point, in order to survive, she had no choice but to grab the cloud as a straw.

bang... bang... bang...

The sound of the gong of the third watch came faintly from a distance.

Yun Yun subconsciously stood up from the bed.

when!Dangdang!

There was a light knocking sound outside the window.

Fu Rong was so shocked that she trembled all over, "Second Master must have come to look for me!"

"Don't be nervous!" Yun Yun comforted her, and hurriedly walked over and pulled the door latch.

Under the moonlight, Qiao Jiahe raised the corners of her lips lazily, "Let's go!"

Noticing Furong shaking into a ball in the room, he raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Why is Furong in your room!"

Yun Yun glanced at the dark study opposite, and pulled him into the room with his probe, "Come in and talk!"

Qiao Jiahe stepped into the room, and Yunyun simply said what Furong said.

With his back to the candlelight and playing with the sapphire silver ring in his hand, Qiao Jiahe's eyes were deep and blurred, "Then you decided not to leave?!"

Yun Yun took a breath and made up his mind, "No! I just want to find a way to get the best of both worlds. Since I already know about this, I can't just walk away like this!"

At this moment, Furong couldn't care less about crying anymore, her eyes kept turning back and forth on the two of them, "Eldest young mistress, third master, you want to..."

"Elope!" Qiao Jiahe lazily finished speaking for her, his figure flashing past Fu Rong's side like lightning.

The next moment, Fu Rong's body fell down limply as if she had lost her strength.

"Don't worry, she won't die!" Qiao Jiahe pulled the pen and paper from the table, "Now, write down what you want to say on paper, we don't have much time!"

Yun Yun glanced at Fu Rong on the ground, took the pen in his hand, thought for a moment, and then wrote it down.

(End of this chapter)