107 Are You Angry
As soon as Duan Tang moved, his lips reached Xiao Moye's ears, and he also said in a low voice, "I never believed what was destined."
"Your feelings for her are destined not to be as deep as mine, so you are also destined to not get her." Xiao Moye finished saying this, and his hand naturally left Duan Tang's shoulder, still with a gentle expression on his face. , It was as if the two were really just saying something to themselves, and in those dark eyes like the curtain of night, there was a certain kind of determination.
An extremely confident determination.
At this moment, Duan Tang only felt the kind of pain deep in his mind, and it spread in his mind for an instant...
The gang fight unfolded like a farce, and fell like a farce. In the end, it was the policemen who were affected. After all, the matter must be handled beautifully, and no one can be offended. It is true. Tiring.
Chu Huan followed Xiao Moye when he left the police station. In the parking lot of the police station, Wu Shao patted Xiao Moye on the shoulder, apologetically, "Look, I'll take care of this. It's true. I can't stop you, but I also brought Sister Chu Huan into the police station."
"Entering the game is a trivial matter, but your old man may not be able to explain it." Xiao Moye muttered.
Wu Shao smiled bitterly, "Well, go back and get scolded in a few days." After all, Wu Shao knows that this matter is a little bit noisy. Although it is all related to suppressing the news, after all, the Internet is developed these days. There will be some impact. As he said, he looked at Chu Huan again, "Sister Chu Huan, I'm really sorry this time, I didn't expect it to be like this."
"It doesn't matter." Chu Huan said quickly, after all, Wu Shao's original intention was to help her.
Wu Shao smiled, suddenly leaned down and whispered in Chu Huan's ear, "You can be careful in a while, Mo Ye is getting angry, be careful not to get him hairy."
When he said this, Wu Shao deliberately turned his back to Xiao Moye, lest his friend could tell what he was saying from his mouth.
Chu Huan was taken aback, before she could ask her to understand, Wu Shao had straightened up, cast a sympathetic look at Chu Huan, and dashed on his Porsche on the ground and drove out of the parking lot.
Chu Huan got into the car with Xiao Moye, thinking of Wu Shao's previous words repeatedly in his mind. The corner of his eye was secretly aiming at the person sitting next to him in the driver's seat.
Is Xiao Moye angry? But it doesn't look like it at all! In her opinion, he was just as usual, his face was elegant and gentle, and he didn't look like an angry expression.
"If you want to see me, you can look openly." Xiao Moye's voice sounded abruptly in the car.
Chu Huan's head almost hit the windshield, well, it is really easy to get caught by peeking. Since he said so, she only went to see him "righteously".
His eyes are dark and elegant like Molian, and his nose is straight and three-dimensional like an ancient Greek nobleman. When the thin lips are slightly raised, they reveal an inexplicable sexy, and his fingers are slender and constricted. Obviously, when holding the steering wheel while driving, there is a kind of style. Such a pair of hands, whether holding a gun or playing the piano, can be extremely elegant.
"Want to see something?" An elegant voice rang in her ears abruptly.
"I want to see if you are angry... Ah!" She covered her mouth and looked at her with her eyes wide open, as if she was annoyed that she shouldn't have said what was in her mind so smoothly.
He glanced at her, "Do you think I am angry?"
"It's not like, but..."
"Wu Shao told you that I was angry?" Xiao Moye asked.
"How did you know?" She was surprised. When Wu Shao said this to her, her voice was very low.
"Wu Shao whispered something to you when he was leaving. As soon as you got into the car and stared at me, I would naturally think so." Wu Shao reminded me that he was really afraid that he would be there. In anger, what did he do to hurt her? Thinking of this, Xiao Moye's fingers clenched the steering wheel unconsciously, and his thin lips were slightly pursed for a moment, and then gently raised, "If I'm really angry, what are you going to do?"
"But you shouldn't have..."
"What if there is?" He interrupted her, the steering wheel suddenly turned, the brakes were put on, and the car stopped in the shade of the trees on the side of the road.
The sudden stop caused Chu Huan's entire upper body to rush forward, and then slammed back into the back of the chair. The shoulder was strangled by the seat belt, and it was a little painful.
Ka!
Xiao Moye had already opened the safety belt on her body, turned her side, and put one hand on the back of Chu Huan's chair, and the other hand on the door of Chu Huan's side, pushing her whole person on the seat. Place.
"What if I'm angry? Are you going to coax me? Care about me? Comfort me? Or just ignore it?" He stared at her scorchingly, his lips still smiling.
"Huh?" She stared at him blankly, "but you are obviously smiling, how can there be..."
"Huan." His head lowered suddenly, and his breath sprayed on her face with a dangerous breath. "Laughing does not mean that you are not angry. The thoughts in many people's hearts will never be reflected in the face. on."
She was startled, if that was the case, wouldn't she be living with a mask? "You..." She hesitated for a moment, and asked nastily, "Are you too?"
"I am," he admitted. His life, his family background, his work, it has become an instinct for him to cover up his emotions like this.
Chu Huan couldn't help but sympathize with the man in front of him. He is obviously the proud son of heaven, and he is obviously much better than her, but at this moment, she is...sympathizing. Hand, can’t help raising her hand, her fingertips gently touched his slightly raised lips, so even if he smiles like this, it’s not from the heart, even if his heart is burning with anger, he Maybe still smiling in this shallow way.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked.
His eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his slender fingers grabbed her hand and pressed tightly to his lips. Tired? He didn't know, because it had become an instinct. You can’t let others see through yourself. Once you are seen through, you will thoroughly expose your own weaknesses in the eyes of others.
"Why do you ask?" Someone asked him for the first time.
"When I thought about it, I asked." As for the question of why, she didn't even think about it. "If you are angry, don't you think it will be more comfortable to show it directly?"