There is a trace of disgust in JingSe's eyes. She is in a bad mood and her tone is very bad.

"What is he doing here?"

The servant trembled and got back.

"Mr. Mo didn't say..."

"He didn't say, don't you know to ask?"

JingSe leaned slightly and yelled at him.

"Ma'am, I'm going to ask..."

The servant bent down, his head bowed, and his toes curled up.

Not far from the other servants can not help silence, scared atmosphere dare not come out.

In normal times, whenever Mo Ye comes, Jing se must be happy and in a good mood. But today's reaction is really abnormal.

There are two old servants who have been working for thousands of years, and have guessed something.

Since qianjingchuan came back from Sandia, JingSe's mood is getting worse day by day. It's OK to reprimand the servants for no reason. Now his attitude towards Mo Ye has changed.

"Mr. mo..."

The person who comes to report is startled and turns around. Before two steps, he almost bumps into Mo ye who is coming.

"What's so flustered?"

Mo Ye's eyes are slightly drooping, and his eyes are a little cold.

He heard JingSe's rebuke just now, and he was in a low mood. He certainly saw her recent changes. But he didn't say anything, just pretended not to see.

"Madam..."

The man's head dropped lower.

"Go down."

Mo Ye glances at him with a gentle tone.

The old servant not far away looked at it, and his heart was filled with indignation.

The name of this family is "Qian" in name, but it has already been surnamed "Mo".

At the moment, Mo Ye seems to be the master of this family.

When the servant hears Mo Ye's words, he is relieved and goes away quickly.

"Arthur, what happened this morning?"

Mo Ye walks slowly to Jing SE's side. His face is as warm as ever, and his eyes are still so gentle.

"What are you doing here?"

The depressed Jing se glanced at him, and said back.

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

In front of the servants, Mo Ye continues to maintain his usual elegance, and his tone is not irritated.

"When did I say that?"

Jing SE's eyes shrink, subconsciously have to ask.

"Arthur, you called me yesterday and said it yourself. Why..."

Mo Ye's face is calm, a pair of deep eyes, like a calm sea.

"You?"

JingSe looks at him with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Under the quiet sea, the dark tide surged.

JingSe's heart shrinks and she replies impatiently.

"I forgot."

She didn't forget it. She didn't have it at all.

Mo Ye is just trying to save his face, and she can't help but give him face.

Between them, it is no longer just "he" and "she".

That confused night many years ago tied them together.

"Arthur, you're in a bad mood. I'll go out with you. How about it? "

Mo Ye purses his lips and cares.

"Well."

JingSe's face is tight, and she is reluctant to respond.

They came to the garden behind the house and walked side by side. Xu is in a bad mood. After walking for a while, JingSe doesn't want to go on. She stops and looks at Mo Ye.

"Do you know what Jingchuan is doing these days?"

"He's been in the sanatorium and hasn't come out."

Mo Ye stands with him, leans to her. There was a little bit more overbearing. He asked, frowning.

"What's the matter?"

"I'd like to visit the sanatorium..."

JingSe looks at Mo ye and says.