Ye Linlang felt a little relieved.
She had been distracted by Mo Ling earlier and did not notice what was happening at the stairs.
Fortunately, the servants didn't see it.
When she came back to her senses, she found that their posture seemed to be a little ambiguous.
Ye Linlang's back was pressed tightly against the back of the door, and her wrist was firmly grasped.
Mo Ling was facing Ye Linlang. He leaned forward and crossed her head, paying close attention to what was happening outside the door.
Ye Linlang raised her knee and pretended to say, "Let me go."
Mo Ling took a few steps back.
He looked at Ye Linlang with a cold look in his eyes. "Miss Ye, stop."
Ye Linlang was slightly surprised. Then, her gaze darkened. She had actually sensed what she wanted to do by entering Zhong Rou'er's room.
But she was not afraid at all. She replied coldly, "It's none of your business. It's none of your business."
Knock knock knock knock
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Miss Ye, I'm Old Cheng. I'm sorry to disturb your rest. The old man was worried that you would catch a cold, so he asked me to bring you some ginseng soup."
After Zhong Rou'er's allergic reaction, Old Master Mo was worried that something might happen to Ye Linlang. He would not be able to explain it to Ye Shunyuan then.
Ye Linlang and Mo Ling were stunned at the same time.
If Uncle Cheng saw the two of them in a room in the middle of the night, the Mo family would be in an uproar tomorrow!
Ye Linlang quickly looked around the room and finally fixed her eyes on the four large beds.
The wardrobe was not tall enough. Mo Ling was only 1.9 meters tall and could not stand up at all.
One minute later, when Uncle Cheng knocked on the door for the second time, Ye Linlang rubbed her hair and opened the door with sleepy eyes.
She took the ginseng soup and said, "Sorry to trouble you, Uncle Cheng."
There was no light in the room. Under the moonlight, Uncle Cheng saw that Ye Linlang's bed was tightly wrapped in gauze curtains.
Uncle Cheng looked confused.
In fact, the gauze curtains in the guest rooms were mostly used for decoration. The villa would be fixed with mosquitos, and there might not be mosquitoes.
Ye Linlang turned around and blocked Uncle Cheng's line of sight. "Uncle Cheng, is there anything else?"
Uncle Cheng knew that he had lost his composure, so he smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, it's okay. Miss Ye, remember to drink the soup. I'll go down first."
Maybe it was because there were many mosquitoes in the mountains. Ye Linlang had been used to using mosquito net since she was a child.
After Uncle Cheng left, Ye Linlang closed the door.
On the large bed, Mo Ling did not get up immediately.
There was a faint fragrance in Ye Linlang's quilt, but it was definitely not perfume. It was more like the scent of flowers and plants in nature.
For some reason, breathing in this light fragrance gave him a feeling of peace both physically and mentally.
The quilt was suddenly pulled away, and Ye Linlang said coldly, "You can leave now."
Mo Ling stood up and walked straight to the door.
When he was about to go out, he suddenly turned around.
Ye Linlang frowned. "You want to continue?"
Mo Ling didn't get any substantial evidence, so Ye Linlang wasn't afraid at all.
Mo Ling pursed his thin lips.
He just wanted to ask Ye Linlang what kind of material the fragrance of the quilt was made of.
But she always pretended to be a hedgehog who was ready to stab people at any time.
It was both funny and interesting.
In the end, Mo Ling said nothing and turned to leave.
...
The next day.
Zhong Rou'er didn't come down to have breakfast. Instead, she asked the servants to bring it to her.
The rash on her face had been removed, but her skin was still a little red.
Mo Xuetong knew that Zhong Rou'er loved to be beautiful. She could not tolerate any flaws in her appearance and refused to show her bare face. She did not ask any more questions and asked the servants to pick some light food and send it to Mo Xuetong.
Looking at the porridge and dishes on the plate, Zhong Rou'er stirred them restlessly with a spoon.
There was a knock on the door. Then, Mo Jin Jun's voice came in.
"Sister Rou'er, can I come in?"
Zhong Rou'er replied and immediately pretended to eat seriously.
Mo Jin Jun could not help but ask, "Sister Rou'er, is your face alright?"
Zhong Rou'er immediately raised her hand to cover her face.
Mo Jin Jun's worried expression hurt her. It was as if she was mocking her for being so ugly at this moment.
It was all Ye Linlang's fault!
Thinking of this, a hint of hostility flashed across Zhong Rou'er's eyes.
She pulled Mo Jin Jun over and whispered, "When we were drinking soup last night, Ye Linlang looked at me and smiled maliciously. She must have done it!"
Mo Jin Jun said hesitantly, "I don't think so. Didn't Uncle Cheng say that the three of us drank the same thing?"
Zhong Rou'er frowned unhappily.
Wasn't Mo Jin Jun the one who hated Ye Linlang the most? Why did she start speaking up for that ugly woman?
Zhong Rou'er remained silent. Mo Jin Jun explained, "I don't think she's bad. Look, I've already pushed her into the pool, but she didn't make things difficult for me. She just wanted me to make some clothes."
If Mo Jin Jun had encountered something like this, she would have definitely done everything she could to torture her until her anger had dissipated!
Zhong Rou'er didn't continue. She lowered her head and continued to eat porridge.
That was exactly what Mo Jin Jun was like. As long as she was given a little bit of sweetness, she would forget about all the hatred she felt.
Like an idiot!
Looking up again, Zhong Rou'er had recovered her gentle smile. "Well, maybe I'm thinking too much. Oh, by the way, I'll help you make clothes when we go back. The two of us can do it faster."
Mo Jin Jun's eyes lit up. "Really? Sister Rou'er has been studying design abroad for three years. She must be more powerful than me. It would be great if you could help her!"
Mo Jin Jun was especially happy to be able to get the help of Zhong Rou'er. She smiled happily on the way back.
...
On Monday, Ye Linlang was in charge of Mo Ling's schedule as usual.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Tianyang went to the president's office to find Mo Ling.
As an assistant, Ye Linlang served two cups of coffee as usual.
As soon as Mo Tianyang sat down, he couldn't help but sigh.
"We still haven't talked about the mine in Mexico. The other party said that it had been bought in advance. The buyer is very mysterious. We didn't find any useful information."
Mo Ling said lightly, "Right now, the world's financial resources are in short supply, and the country's management has also been strictly controlled. For the time being, we should focus on the management of the mine. You should manage the mines in your hands first."
"Yes." Mo Tianyang nodded. He suddenly thought of something. "Oh, by the way, Long Yinghao sent me a message yesterday, saying that he wants to participate in the fashion design competition and select designers all over the country."
The Long Group was the leader of the clothing industry. As the only heir of the group, Long Yinghao set up a high-end fashion company as soon as he entered the company. He only served in the upper circle, so he had very high requirements for designers.
A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Ling's eyes.
Mo Tianyang spread out his hands and said, "There's no other way. Master Linda said that he has violated his principles, so he still doesn't agree to continue to cooperate with him."
At that time, the Long Group spent a lot of manpower and material resources to successfully sign the contract with Linda. Every year, they would provide two designs. With these two designs, Long Yinghao sat firmly in the king's chair of high-end fashion.
However, he didn't expect that Long Yinghao would suddenly announce that he wouldn't give up this year. No matter how high Long Yinghao's price was, the other party wouldn't give in.
Ye Linlang, who was sorting out the documents, paused in her hand.
She didn't expect Long Yinghao to be so familiar with the Mo family.
Mo Ling took a sip of coffee and said with his thin lips, "We don't participate."