Chapter 151 There Is Not Much Energy Left in the Space

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips tightly, and her hands involuntarily grasped the bedsheets under her skin, "I'm really just too tired...it's better not to trouble Young Master Wen."

She didn't dare take the risk.

The lessons from the past life were too painful.

This time, she really didn't dare to be willful at all. She could never let Ye Yuchen accompany her to bury her just because she was terminally ill.

"You have something to hide from me?" Ye Yuchen's eyes darkened.

His dark eyes were deep and he looked at Mu Wanqing with some burning eyes, as if he was sizing her up, as if he could see through her.

"How is that possible?" Mu Wanqing said in a slightly raised tone.

She suddenly opened the quilt, jumped out of bed, and walked in circles on the floor with her bare feet.

"Hey, you'll be fine after you have a good sleep! Resurrection with full blood!" She looked at Ye Yuchen with a smile with bright eyes and white teeth.

But no matter how bright his smile was, it still couldn't hide the paleness of his cheeks and the slightly discolored lips.

Ye Yuchen lazily raised his eyelids.

He quickly walked up to Mu Wanqing, picked her up and carefully stuffed her back into the bed, "Lie down quietly."

With such a bad look on her face, only a ghost can believe that she is fine.

Ye Yuchen's heart was inexplicably tightened, and he always felt vaguely uneasy, as if he was about to lose something.

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips and said, "What a fuss."

It seems that the disguise failed... I have to think of another way to escape this time.

"Ye Yuchen, I want to drink scallop and shrimp porridge." Her watery eyes looked at him, full of expectation.

Ye Yuchen glanced at him with lowered eyes.

He stretched out his big hand and rubbed her head, "Well, you have a good rest. I'll tell Butler Pan to prepare."

"Okay." The girl nodded obediently.

Ye Yuchen got up and temporarily left the room to inform the kitchen.

When Mu Wanqing saw that he was gone, he immediately sat up and held the angel eyes in front of his neck.

She closed her eyes and instantly entered the space.

"Little Qingqing, you're back!" The little angel's yawning voice suddenly sounded, and his collarbone chain jumped twice.

"Yeah." Mu Wanqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

She looked at the decoration of the villa and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he can enter the space at any time, so he can at least hide from Ye Yuchen and Wen Yuzhe for a while.

"How long can I stay here?"

Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked at the angel's eyes and asked.

The little angel hesitated for a while, "Well... with all due respect, there is not much energy left in the space, so you may be kicked out at any time."

Mu Wanqing was a little confused, "Does it require energy to use space?"

Why didn't she know about this before!

So, she really can only hide for a while, and when her energy is exhausted, she will be forced to return to the Rose Garden for examination?

"Then how can we replenish energy?" she asked immediately.

The angel's eyes gradually emitted pink light, "Well... this can only be understood, not expressed in words."

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing rolled his eyes.

Xiao Tian Shi is indeed a hot little chick, what use is he for?

It seemed that hiding in space was not a long-term solution. She had to find a way to replenish energy as soon as possible.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing suddenly thought of someone. She took out her mobile phone and made a call, "Xiao Yangyang, I am homeless and beg to seek refuge..."

Xiang Yang: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched twice, "I'll send someone to pick you up."

"No, I have Balala energy and can teleport instantly. I will come to you right away! Thank you!"

After the words fell, Mu Wanqing immediately hung up the phone.

Well...say a few words.

The plot develops in a rhythm. Everyone who has read the novel for so long knows that some of the larger suspense can be solved very quickly. Besides, this book currently does not even have 200 chapters. If it were written so early, , what should I write next...

I can only guarantee that the plot that everyone wants to see will not drag on for too long, but I will not disrupt the rhythm that I have already arranged.

I just don't procrastinate, the little scumbag will be spoiled in time, and the writing will always be happy and sweet, I am sure of these.

I hope you all can accompany me and read on patiently, refill~