Chi Huan frowned and looked at her.
Wen Yi is from the Lawrence family, but she doesn't know what her purpose is.
Mr. Larry said with an embarrassed look, "Huanhuan saw Shi Qian and Beth..."
Although the words were not finished, the meaning was naturally understandable to adults.
Although this kind of thing is ridiculous, there are many bloody things that happen in wealthy families.
Wen Yi raised her eyebrows and did not express any opinion. She just said to Chi Huan, "Miss Chi, your clothes and hair are wet. If you go out in the rain again, you will definitely get sick. I don't know how distressed Shi Qian will be." .”
Shi Qian…
Mo Shiqian…
Thinking of this name now, Chi Huan felt as if that part of his chest was tightly grasped by a hand and twisted into a ball.
There was nothing else to feel except pain.
Love is a negative emotion.
Love is not negative, because she has had a lot of sweetness these days.
It's just that the negative side of love is like a bone-breaking disease without painkillers.
There is no cure, no relief.
She was also so confused that she didn't know what to do in the future and what she could do.
Chi Huan tugged his lips, smiling but not smiling at all, and said lightly, "It's not that I want to go out in the rain, it's that they want to forcefully throw me abroad regardless of my wishes."
This is almost equivalent to a merciless slap in the face, and Mr. Larry will inevitably be embarrassed.
However, after living in a shopping mall for many years, this embarrassment would never show up. He still had a smile on his chubby face, "Mr. Wen, please stop standing. Go in and sit down."
Wen Yi didn't say anything, just looked at Chi Huan.
Her meaning was obvious.
Mr. Larry turned his head, smiled at Mo Xigu and said, "Master Mo, didn't you say that you were responsible for Huanhuan and wanted to take her to Madai to relax... She would definitely see Shi Qian and Beth later. The mood is even worse, why don't you take her away now."
Chi Huan thought it was ridiculous.
It's so impressive that it can reach this level.
Mo Xigu hasn't replied yet.
Just as Wen Yi was about to speak, a low and cold voice sounded sinisterly from the stairs, "Take her away? How many lives do you have?"
For the first time, when Chi Huan heard this voice, what enveloped his heart was not a sense of security and joy, but a sense of astringency that could not be resolved.
It's like there's nothing left in the stomach, and it can only chew some dry, unripe fruit, full of bitterness and astringency, lingering around all the tastes.
She thought of the tiny moans she heard, and of Beth calling his name so charmingly.
Her throat felt like a hand was tightly strangling her, making her unable to breathe.
But she still looked over—
Maybe it was because his eyes were fixed on her body, and his presence was too strong.
Maybe it was because she couldn't help but want to see him.
Mo Shiqian was coming down from the stairs, stepping on the steps one by one with his slender legs.
He was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing when he arrived.
Black trousers, a long black suit, the suit was unbuttoned, and the collar of the shirt under the sweater was wrinkled. The whole person looked decadent and dark.
His short black hair was a little messy, and he still had a handsome face, with three-dimensional and deep facial features, but his face was extremely expressionless.
He went downstairs and when he passed by Mo Xigu, he turned his head and glanced at him.
Their eyes met each other, and there was hidden turmoil in their eyes, but no waves could be seen.
Their eyes then crossed.
Mo Shiqian stepped over the mess on the ground and walked straight to Chi Huan.
Compared to him, she was actually more embarrassed.
This kind of embarrassment is not reflected in his clothes and hair, but in his emotions and eyes.
The man raised his hand towards her, and his hand was about to fall on her face.
Chi Huan looked at his handsome face. Before her brain could react, she had already taken two steps back to avoid him.
She didn't really think so.
Just as soon as she recalled that voice in her mind, she couldn't help but react conditionedly.
The man's hand just froze in mid-air.
The atmosphere was so awkward and stiff.
He didn't take his hand back either, looking down at her face.
Chi Huan lowered his eyebrows and did not look at him.
Wen Yi didn't speak, and Song Shu kept quiet.
Mo Xigu stood not far away and remained silent, just staring at them deeply with his eyes.
Mr. Larry was a little unsure whether things were going smoothly or not. He frowned and asked in a tone close to questioning, "Mr. Mo, where is my daughter?"
Mo Shiqian ignored him.
He took a step forward, put his hand around the woman's shoulders without taking it back, and then used force to pull her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head and wrapping his other hand around her waist. Into a deeper embrace.
Chi Huan was almost pressed into his arms, her face pressed against his chest, smelling his breath between her nostrils, and her dry eyes soon became moist and sour.
The man sighed in a hoarse voice, "My eyes are swollen from crying." The hand that fell on her shoulder touched her head, "Be good, it's okay, it's okay."
She didn't actually cry much. She just couldn't hold it back when she knocked on the door and cried outside the door for a long time.
Her fingers clenched his clothes, and her tears wet his chest.
What does nothing mean
It's okay, what do you mean
The smile on Mr. Larry's face was gone.
Regardless of Mo Shiqian's attitude, the most fatal thing was that Lawrence didn't arrive.
He sent his daughter-in-law here, not only was he not sincere, but he also couldn't suppress Mo Shiqian at all.
"Mo Shiqian, let me ask you, what did you do to my daughter?"
Chi Huan's whole body was stiff, and his hands and feet were cold.
Mo Shiqian hugged the woman in his arms, and when he looked up again, there was only cold ridicule on his face, "Do you really think that the chairman of Clod Sur will condescend to come to you to discuss cooperation and marriage? You Do you really think that Lawrence would like your daughter who, apart from fooling around with different men in school and using credit cards to buy famous brands, may not even get a college diploma? In his eyes, your daughter is not as good as Chi Huan."
Beth's family background might be better than Chi Huan's, but personally, Lawrence looked down upon Beth even more.
Larry's expression changed, his voice rose, and he no longer looked as smiling and good-tempered as before, "Mo Shiqian, what did you do to my daughter?"
The man stared at him coldly, his dark eyes covered with a cold and frivolous smile, "You should ask, what am I going to do with you."
The threat in these words was shockingly clear.
Mrs. Larry remained silent. She looked at Mo Shiqian and then at the girl in the man's arms. She stepped forward and pulled her husband's arm. She gave a helpless look and said, "Let's go up and take a look first." Beth."
Larry took off his mask, gave them a cold look, and walked upstairs with a puff of sleeves.
Mo Shiqian ignored them, looked down at the woman in his arms, and called out in a low voice, "Huanhuan."