He obviously raised his head, but tears still slipped from the corner of his eyes.

The salty taste, overflowing from the corners of the mouth, mixed with the taste of red wine, precipitated the pain that years can't take away...

The night became a little deep.

It sinks like a dark cloud, and the air is filled with breathless depression.

In the silence, there was a footstep in the corridor.

It seems to be hovering at the door of her room.

Yang Mu Yazi squinted, put down the wine glass, and quickly wiped away the tears on her face with her hand, and calmed herself, before stepping forward and opening the door.

Seeing the housekeeper standing outside the door, he raised his eyebrows, "Something?"

"The eldest lady hasn't slept yet?" The butler was stunned, seeing Yang Muya, and said hurriedly, "Young Master Yi is here, just downstairs. He said that he was here to pick up Miss Yan, and several bodyguards were put down by him. , Is now confronting the rest of the staff."

The Yang family's prestige is outside, and there is no need for bodyguards at all, and no one dares to force it.

In addition, Yang Muya has never liked noise, so when the Yang family's ancestor stayed in Yang Muya, the original bodyguards would be cut in half and split into two shifts on duty.

Who knows that today I will meet someone who is not afraid of things to come here.

As soon as he came up, he had to see Yan Ling, his bodyguards stopped him, and he was brought down after two or two strokes.

This legendary Yi Haiyin was a master who didn't even like to speak. How could he be so fierce as soon as he shot his hand, so shocked that the butler could only run up to ask Yang Muya.

"Let's take a look." Yang Muya looked back at Yan Ling who was still sleeping, lightened her movement, did not startle her, closed the door, and turned and walked downstairs.

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, I saw Yi Haiyin who had broken into the inner courtyard and was working with the bodyguard.

After several rounds of fighting, Yi Haiyin was not merciful.

Lian Jiazi's ability was completely exposed to Yang Muya's sight.

"Stop it all! Young Master Yi came to my Yang family, he is the distinguished guest of my Yang family, who told you to do it with him?" Yang Muya's faint voice sounded, not angry and pretentious.

The bodyguard stopped all his movements immediately and retreated to her side.

"How many people were injured?" Yang Muya turned to look at the people beside her.

"Of the ten people on duty today, seven were injured, but Young Master Yi didn't make any heavy moves. He just wanted to go in and find someone, so they were only slightly injured."

The person in charge of the bodyguard answered quickly.

Hearing that, Yang Muya's ugly look finally eased a bit.

It's still not so arrogant that Yi Haiyin crippled her people.

But ten people can't stop one person, this Yi Haiyin is different from what she imagined...

"You all go down to check first and deal with the injuries on your body. I will call you if I have something to do." Yang Muya groaned for a few seconds before instructing the bodyguard next to her.

When the words fell, he slowly raised his head and looked at Yi Haiyin who was standing under the ginkgo tree.

The son is like jade, unparalleled in the world.

This sentence is the most suitable for the first impression that Yi Haiyin gives people.

He is dressed in a white shirt with black suit pants. It is simple but full of atmosphere. Even if he has just finished a fight, the noble breath that he has immersed in the world's home and penetrates into the bone marrow, even if he has just finished a fight.

It's just that he looked at people's eyes, but he was cold, as if he refused anyone's approach, and he was independent in a world.

"Ling'er was taken away by you... give it back to me." Yi Haiyin ignored Yang Muya's look, and walked straight forward, indifferently asking for someone.