Chapter 1400 Hypocrite [1]

"I've never felt lonely before, but your appearance rekindled the faith in my heart. Miss Rong, can you give me a chance to take care of you?"

Tian Yiheng stared affectionately at the woman in front of him, and his eyes fell on her beautiful face with nostalgia.

The coldness between Huarong's brows and eyes became stronger, "Tian Yiheng, I am very grateful to you for saving me, but I don't like you, and I will never be with you! My Wanhua Island has Wanhua Island. Gauge, it is never possible to marry a man."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, emotional matters can be cultivated slowly." Tian Yiheng's gaze is still gentle, as if water can drip out, "As for the gauge of Wanhua Island, I have heard of it before, as long as you After quitting Wanhua Island, I believe that the owner of Wanhua Island will not embarrass you too much."

Dai's brows were frowned and her eyes were full of displeasure. Why didn't Tian Yiheng understand this day? She clearly said everything so clearly!

"Okay, let's stop talking about these unhappy things." Tian Yiheng smiled.

"Tian Yiheng, I still have a task ahead of me. I have to rush back to Wanhua Island first. Your kindness of saving my life will send me a thank you gift after I go back." Huarong said lightly.

When Tian Yiheng heard the words, there was a look of reluctance in his eyes, "Miss Rong, are you leaving so soon? Can't you stay here for a few more days?"

"Sorry, I'm not idle." Huarong's tone was indifferent and cold, with a touch of alienation, without the slightest bit of reluctance.

Tian Yiheng thought for a while, then sighed softly, "Miss Rong, since you want to go, I won't force you. I just have a small request. It's my birthday in twelve days. Can you stay?" Come down to celebrate my birthday with me, and then leave?"

Seeing the woman's frown, Tian Yiheng quickly explained, "Miss Rong, don't think too much, since my wife passed away ten years ago, I have never celebrated my birthday, and I have never laughed again. .Although I am the suzerain of the Tianmen sect, I have spent every day in solitude these years, and I have no one to tell my thoughts. I just hope that you can spend my birthday with me..."

"Okay." Huarong thought for a while, then nodded, after all her life was saved by someone else, and it was just a small request, if she refused, it would be too unreasonable.

"That's great! Miss Rong, thank you for staying here to celebrate my birthday." Tian Yiheng had a happy and excited smile on his face, "Come on, let's go inside and pick out two clothes."

"I don't need the clothes, I have enough clothes." Huarong flatly refused.

"Then help me choose, there are too many styles in it, and I don't know which one is suitable for me. With you by my side, I believe your vision will not be wrong." Tian Yiheng smiled.

As the suzerain of Tianmen Sect, there are naturally countless clothes, and there is no need to come to the shop to choose them in person, they are all delivered to his bedroom for him to choose.

He just happened to pass by, so he had a whim, wanting to experience this feeling that he hadn't experienced for a long time.

Seeing that he had said so much, Huarong couldn't refuse, and was about to follow him into the shop when a joyful and excited voice sounded from the crowd, "Rong'er!"

Huarong frowned lightly, turned around and saw a figure running over excitedly, even in the turbulent crowd, Huarong still saw his handsome eyes at a glance.

Huarong's heart twitched fiercely, she was already planning to forget him, why did he still appear in her sight? He has a wife, children, and grandchildren, why should he provoke himself?

At this time, Mu Yan had already walked in front of her, with a joyful smile on his handsome face, and his narrow and deep eyes were looking at her without blinking, gentle and full of affection, "Rong'er, I have finally found you." is you!"

"Miss Rong, do you know each other?" Tian Yiheng was taken aback when he saw Mu Yan, and a light quickly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Only then did Mu Yan notice Tian Yiheng at the side, and he was slightly taken aback, "Sect Master Tian, ​​are you here too?"

"En." Tian Yiheng nodded lightly.

"Rong'er, where have you been these days? I've been looking for you..." Mu Yan withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on Huarong, but Huarong interrupted him coldly before he finished speaking.

"Master Mu, we don't know each other well, please call me by my full name."

"Rong'er, you misunderstood me, in fact..." A look of anxiety flashed in Mu Yan's eyes.

"Miss Rong, let's go in." Tian Yiheng interrupted Mu Yan, looked at Huarong with a smile in his eyes, and said with a smile.

"I'm tired, let's go back." There was indifference and alienation on the beautiful face of Huarong, and he dropped a sentence coldly, without giving Mu Yan a chance to defend himself, he turned and left.

Tian Yiheng quickly stepped up and followed behind.

"Rong'er..." The anxious look on Mu Yan's face became even more anxious, and he quickly stepped up to catch up, but was stopped by Tian Yiheng, "Mr. Mu, since Miss Rong said she didn't know you, you should not disturb her." good."

"Sect Master Tian, ​​what do you mean?" Mu Yan's face turned cold suddenly. Just now he interrupted his words, the meaning was not obvious, but now it couldn't be more obvious.

Was he trying to thwart himself?

"What do you mean, don't you still know? Miss Rong doesn't like you, you'd better stop stalking, and be self-aware!" Tian Yiheng snorted lightly, and a look of disdain clearly flashed in the depths of his eyes .

Huarong's figure had disappeared into the crowd.

Tian Yiheng glanced at Mu Yan coldly, and chased after him with a single movement.

Looking at Huarong's figure disappearing into the crowd, Mu Yan clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves.

Lan'er, I will not let you leave me! You are my wife, the only wife in my life, Mu Yan!

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As night fell, a round of cold moon shone coldly on the courtyard, leaving only a cold silver glow, reflecting the camphor trees in the courtyard, as if coated with a layer of silver frost, beautiful and beautiful.

Huarong sat in the yard, looking at the dishes on the table, her spiritual consciousness had already flown nine days away, and Tian Yiheng's caring voice was next to her ear, but she couldn't hear a word, and the thoughts kept floating in her mind That handsome and familiar face, that hurt gaze...

It made her throbbing involuntarily.

Did he think he was a flirtatious woman?

Well, all this is not important anymore, is it?

After twelve days, she will return to Wanhua Island and will have nothing to do with him.

"Rong'er, what are you thinking? Are these dishes not to your liking?" Tian Yiheng couldn't help asking when she saw that she was out of her mind and had no appetite.

Huarong put down the chopsticks in her hand, and Shi Shiran stood up, "I'm full. My lord, I'm going back to my room to rest."