"I'm full." Yan Qingluo felt a little uncomfortable under Mu Ye's passionate gaze and stood up to leave.

"We'll be there in an hour. If you feel tired, you can go to the bedroom on the first floor to rest." Mu Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

"Yeah." Yan Qingluo nodded slightly and fled in a hurry.

What's wrong with this man? He is so bad, hypocritical, black-bellied, has no empathy, and has a lot of shortcomings. But why are his few strengths magnified infinitely and why do we think he is so charming?

Yan Qingluo shook his head, trying to get rid of Mu Ye's doting expression.

And what about that smile of his just now that was so beautiful that it seemed to not care about other people’s lives?

Qingluo, oh Qingluo, you are not blinded by lust, are you?

Yan Qingluo entered the bedroom, closed the door, and scratched his hair in distress.

After all, her current body does not belong to her, her identity does not belong to her, and everything around her does not belong to her. One day she will leave.

If grandpa and brothers knew that she was not the real Yan Qingluo, they would never accept her, and she would have to leave one day.

Therefore, there is no possibility for her and Mu Ye to be together.

She won't give a relationship that is destined to have no result a chance to start.

Yan Qingluo was so tired during this period that he fell asleep while lying down.

She had the same dream again. In the dream, Qin Feng stabbed her with a knife. She opened her eyes in panic.

Boom boom boom.

There's a knock on the door.

She suddenly remembered that she seemed to be on Mu Ye's yacht, and she stood up so suddenly that she felt dizzy for a moment.

Yan Qingluo opened the door with sleepy eyes and fluffy hair. Mu Ye was standing outside the door in neat clothes. The two seemed to be in different time and space, one was glamorous outside, while the other was dishevelled inside.

"We're here, getting ready to take the helicopter." Mu Ye looked at the sloppy Yan Qingjue in front of him with surprise, as if he was looking at a small animal.

"Do we still need to take a helicopter?" Yan Qingluo Yinsui followed Mu Ye and walked forward.

Going to Country J is so complicated, it's like defecting.

Yan Qingluo is no stranger to helicopters, she can even fly one.

In the past, when performing missions, they would jump from helicopters onto rooftops.

She followed Mu Ye onto the helicopter, put on all her equipment with ease, sat down obediently, and waited for takeoff.

Mu Ye's dark gaze lingered on Yan Qingluo for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

After about twenty minutes, the helicopter landed in an open space.

A Bentley was waiting.

"Hello, Mr. Mu." A middle-aged man in a dark gray Zhongshan suit greeted Mu Ye respectfully.

Mu Ye nodded slightly, "Hello Uncle Chang, you have been waiting for a long time."

The middle-aged man turned and saw Yan Qingluo behind Mu Ye, "Who is this?"

"girlfriend."

"?! What? Who ... " Before he could finish the five words "your girlfriend", Mu Ye stared at him and he was frozen in place.

Yan Qingluo shut up obediently. After all, he was living under someone else's roof now. All he needed was food to eat and a place to live.

The Bentley sped through a dense forest, and the fresh air made people feel refreshed.

Lehman Villas, No. 9.

Inside the antique Chinese-style villa, a row of hexagonal lanterns emitted soft light, but there was not a single servant in such a huge villa.

"Xiao Ye is here?" A loud voice sounded. Yan Qingluo looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with gray hair but vigorous spirit walking towards him.

"Grandpa Cheng, sorry to bother you." Mu Ye could actually be well-behaved sometimes.

Yan Qingluo followed behind Mu Ye, silently observing everything around him. All the furniture was in Chinese style, noble and gorgeous, upright and stable.

Suddenly, Mu Ye turned around and pulled her over, "Luo'er, say hello to Grandpa Cheng."

Luoer?

Yan Qingluo's pupils trembled. What on earth was Mu Ye doing?

Mu Ye nudged Yan Qingluo lightly with his shoulder, signaling her to say hello to Grandpa Cheng in front of them.

Yan Qingluo pulled out an expression that was uglier than crying, "Hello, Grandpa Cheng."

Old Master Cheng looked at Yan Qingluo from top to bottom with a scrutinizing gaze, and slowly said, "Xiaoye, this girl has a weak constitution and is not suitable for childbearing."

? !

Yan Qingluo's pupils trembled again, and he stared at the old man Cheng in front of him.

Mu Ye turned his head to look at her, holding back a smile, and said, "Please trouble Grandpa Cheng to treat her."

Yan Qingluo turned his head and cast his fiery gaze at Mu Ye, "Hey, you're the one who's treating me. Don't I know what my body is like? I don't need you to ... "

Without waiting for Yan Qingluo to finish speaking, Mu Ye put his arms around her waist and hugged her so tightly that her entire body was almost completely pressed against Mu Ye. The hot body temperature was transmitted through her clothes, and Yan Qingluo twisted her body uncomfortably.

"Luo'er, be obedient and let Grandpa Cheng help you to recuperate so that you can give birth to a baby for me!" Mu Ye raised the corners of his eyes and curled his thin lips slightly.

"Who wants to give birth to your child!" Yan Qingluo said as she swayed left and right, trying to break free from Mu Ye's arms, but this guy was too strong and trapped her tightly. She struggled for a long time but her body didn't move away from Mu Ye at all.

"It seems that Xiaoye likes you very much. Then I will take the trouble to treat you well." Old Master Cheng looked at the disgusting scene in front of him and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Mu Ye has always been cold-hearted and kept people at a distance. I have never seen him so close to any girl.

Yan Qingluo , "... "

Then she has to thank you!

"But speaking of which, how is Xiaowan's health lately?"

"It's still the same. It's a pity that there is no suitable heart. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I really don't want to give him an artificial heart." When talking about Mu Wan, Mu Ye always has a kind of fatherly warmth.

"Well, be careful not to get irritated. Is Yunchuan still giving Xiaowan acupuncture regularly?"

“I have acupuncture every two weeks without interruption.”

"Okay. Come here, girl, I'll take your pulse and prescribe some Chinese medicine to nourish your body."

How come they are talking about her again? Yan Qingluo instinctively hid behind Mu Ye when summoned by Mr. Cheng.

Feeling the change in Yan Qingluo, a smile appeared in Mu Ye's eyes.

"Luo'er, don't be afraid, I'm just taking your pulse."

" ... "

She wasn't afraid, she just didn't want to.

"There's no need. I'm fine." Yan Qingluo struggled in vain again.

However, her arms were no match for her thighs, and she was forcibly taken for pulse under the watchful eyes of the two men.

Diagnosis result: organ deficiency, insufficient Qi and blood.

Yan Qingluo seriously suspected that this old Chinese doctor was a charlatan. She estimated that she would get the same diagnosis no matter which Chinese medicine hospital she went to.

Even she herself could come to such a conclusion about this body.

"Xiaoye, you two can stay in your original room. I'll write a prescription and ask Achang to prepare it and send it over. You two should rest for a while. Lunch is not ready yet."

"Thank you, Grandpa Cheng." Mu Ye agreed naturally.