Luoyao heard Ye Moyuan's tone of grievance, the coldness in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she took the initiative to hold his arm.

  "You can be my crutch."

  "Do I have any other choice?" Ye Moyuan smiled and teased, "Is the role of the Night House Master just a crutch?"

  "Don't you want to?"

  Luoyao wanted to let go of Yemoyuan.

  His hand was grasped by him: "I'm willing, it's a great honor."

  Luoyao took Night Ink's arm and left the Presidential Palace, getting into a car.

  "It's done, you don't have to wear these shoes anymore." Ye Mo Yuan took out a pair of soft slippers for Luo Yao to change into.

  His body temperature was on her skin, and Luoyao's heart felt warm and fuzzy.

  The man's side profile is handsome and extraordinary, outstanding among his peers.

  One smile is like the spring breeze of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom.

  One angry glance can freeze a thousand miles, and snow and rain drift away.

  Such a man is now giving himself shoes to take off and put on, doing it over and over again without getting tired of it.

  What if he knew he wasn't Chen Cang?

  The car started and sped forward. As she thought about it, Luoyao felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her and fell asleep leaning on Yemeng Yuan's body.

  When they arrived home, Ye Mochen didn't wake her up either, carrying her inside and upstairs.

  Block the moonlight of the lotus pond outside the door, change the little donkey's pajamas for her, and then put her in bed.

  The next day when I woke up, Ye Mo Yuan had already left.

  The indentation on the pillow told her that he had been resting at home last night.

  It was still the lotus pond moon color serving her dressing, when going downstairs to have breakfast, unexpectedly saw Zhou Ming calling Chen Hengzhi.

  "What are you doing here?" Luo Yao looked at him with impatience in her eyes.

  "Madam! Mr. Chen has come to take you home."

  "Should I go with him then?" Luo Yao asked intentionally.

  "It's not suitable," Zhou Ming replied politely. "Young Master has instructed that the capital is not peaceful recently, and Young Mistress cannot go out at night to avoid any accidents."

  "Did you hear?" Luoyao turned her head to look at Chen Hengzhi, "I can't just go out, you should go back!"

  Although Luo Yao had issued an order to expel guests, Chen Heng knew that his purpose in coming was not really to invite Luo Yao back.

  He has other things to look for her.

  "Chen Ceng! It's been a long time since Dad saw you. Can't the two of us have a private talk?"

  "Okay." Luoyao led him to the dining room, "I haven't had breakfast yet, let's talk while we eat!"

  "No, no, no, Dad has already eaten." Chen Hengzhi thought Luo Yao was just being impolite.

  How can a conversation be conducted in a restaurant? At least it should be in a living room or study.

  People from small places indeed have no vision.

  Actually, Luoyao did it on purpose.

  Chen Heng knew it was impossible for him to simply invite Da Ye back home for dinner.

  There must be something even bigger to gain.

  Arriving at the restaurant, He Tang Yue Se stood beside Luo Yao, helping her pull out a chair, spread a napkin, and arrange bowls and chopsticks.

  Luoyao deliberately showed Chenheng the score, she just wanted to let him know how luxurious and high-profile this copied life of Chen Cheng was.

  Everything was ready, Luo Yao waved her hand and everyone retreated.

  "Speak! What brings you to me?" Luo Yao lowered her head and elegantly sipped the soft, sweet, and fragrant purple rice porridge, her pinky slightly raised, every inch the demeanor of a noble lady.

  "Your uncle's company has run into some trouble. Can you please put in a good word? Apply some pressure on the other party? Let your uncle get through this difficult time smoothly?"

  Luoyao picked up a salted water peanut and slowly chewed it, then drank another spoonful of purple rice porridge: "Uncle? Lizi Hao?"

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