Such an oppressive air pressure.
Mo Yueying's expressionless face frowns stiffly.
Her empty eyes glanced at the man's face.
While looking at the silver hair falling down, as he walked, shaking in front of his eyes.
There was a sudden tingling in the head.
Between the pupils, there is a feeling of pain.
Such a feeling.
Mo Yueying hadn't felt it for a long time.
I also don't like this feeling.
Her empty eyes stared at the man's arms, her arms shook up and down stiffly, her voice was stiff and emotionless like a repeater: "Qiaoqiu, come here."
"Owner!"
Qiuqiu, who was struggling in Qiao Yinyan's arms, howled, jumped out of his arms with all four limbs, and rushed towards Mo Yueying's arms.
Mo Yueying hugged Qiuqiu.
Then, holding her stiffly in her arms, she turned around and left.
Qiao Yinyan's steps stopped immediately.
His dark eyes, surging with huge waves, fixedly stared at Mo Yueying's back.
The cold air all over his body became more and more intense, almost freezing the air around him into ice.
He tensed up.
Clenched hands into fists.
As if very angry.
This appearance made Pei Sheng afraid to approach her.
Ye Qingluo naturally felt the change in the atmosphere.
When Mo Yueying was looking for Qiuqiu.
She stopped and waited for Mo Yueying.
Then I saw Qiao Yinyan looking at Mo Yueying with terrifying eyes.
Say it's scary...
But in that gaze, it wasn't that kind of... hatred, hate, or something like that.
It's the kind of eyes that are so complicated that people can't tell what kind of emotion it is.
just can see...
Qiao Yinyan's eyes gathered whirlpools and storms...
Why did Qiao Yinyan look at Mo Yueying with such eyes
especially…
When Mo Yueying stretched out her hands towards Qiuqiu just now.
Qiao Yinyan's surging breath became even stronger.
The vortex rolls, the storm rages.
but…
Among so many ferocious and complex emotions, there is another kind of...
Very complicated, very complicated... helpless, compromise
Then after Mo Yueying took the ball away.
Qiao Yinyan's whole body is like a wild beast caught in a rage...
this... this is...
Ye Qingluo suddenly thought of what Guiwu said before.
There is always someone in Qiao Yinyan's heart...
There has always been a woman.
Then…
Qiao Yinyan seemed unwilling to mention that woman.
And Qiao Yinyan looked at Mo Yueying's eyes, and attitude...
Is it possible...
The person in Qiao Yinyan's heart is Mo Yueying? !
No... no? !
Ye Qingluo was overwhelmed by his idea of thunder rolling in the sky, and the outside of the thunder was tender inside.
Mo Yueying's attitude towards Qiao Yinyan...it seems that she doesn't know Qiao Yinyan...
Ye Qingluo said that her gossip heart is ready to move.
When Mo Yueying walked over holding the ball, she asked, "Shadow, do you know Qiao Yinyan?"
"Who?" Mo Yueying raised her head and asked blankly.
Ye Qing lowered his chin and raised it in Qiao Yinyan's direction: "The one who keeps looking at you."
"I don't know." Mo Yueying answered very simply, "I don't like the look in his eyes."
Ye Qingluo: "..."
If Qiao Yinyan heard this, it would really hurt my heart!
She glanced at Qiao Yinyan, then moved back to Mo Yueying's body, touching her chin: "But I think he seems to know you."
Mo Yueying tilted her head, showing a troubled expression for the first time on her expressionless and stiff face: "But, I don't know him."
Ye Qingluo felt that he had to ask Qiao Yinyan why he kept staring at Mo Yueying.
Just about to call Qiao Yinyan over.
Over there, there was a suppressed, low and sullen voice—