Chapter 13 When I Mount (5)

He may have been here for many years, and he has met all kinds of people, but what many people say and do in front of them is different from when they were behind them. Even if there is a dark side in his heart, he will not express it so directly .

She was fine, and she wouldn't even pretend.

"How did you become like this at such a young age?" Mo Fei forced out a sentence.

But Ye Huang never answered him again.

Are you young?
At the age of 28, she can no longer be said to be young, and the things she has experienced are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The 14-year-old Rong Jiu has mostly experienced the darkness of this world, and because she is weak, she has been bullied all the time, whether it is a human or a ghost.

So her body overlapped with Rong Jiu's. When the two memories merged, she just thought Mo Fei's words were funny.

Mo Fei disappeared again, Ye Huang didn't move at all, closed his eyes, and fell asleep until dawn.

The moment she opened her eyes, she found Mo Fei standing in front of her bed. She lifted the quilt and walked past him without even looking at him. She dressed and washed, completely treating him as air.

Mo Fei followed behind her, gritted his teeth, but finally sighed and said in a low voice, "I'll be your mount."

He thought about it all night and finally made up his mind.

There are some things he has to accomplish, even if he puts down his dignity.

Yehuang turned around, with a smile on his lips, and his eyes turned, "Name?"

"Mo Fei." Mo Fei whispered his name.

"From now on, I will be my own, and I will help you with your affairs, but please remember one thing, I hate betrayal the most." Ye Huang brushed Mo Fei's smooth hair with his hand, and smiled brightly, "Little Mo, do you understand?"

"I won't break my promise like others. Since I promised, I will never go back on my promise." Life is only a hundred years at most, and this time is not long for him. When she gets old, then he will also free again.

That matter itself was also very dangerous. They always believed in fairness, so after they really made up their minds, Mo Fei felt that the price he had to pay was not too high.

"Very good, Xiao Mo." Ye Huang's hand was still lingering on Mo Fei's hair.

"Mo Fei." His name was Mo Fei, not Xiao Mo.

"Xiao Hei." Ye Huang tilted his head and looked at him.

"It's still Xiaomo."

Mo Fei sighed softly, and didn't want to make any more meaningless struggles. The person in front of him was the kind of person who did his own thing, and he believed that even if he tried a thousand times, she would still call him Xiao Mo.

(End of this chapter)

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