Gao Yafei's face turned pale.
It's like a basin of cold water dripping from the top of the head in winter.
He shivered abruptly.
In a short moment, a lot of things came to her mind.
Even if she tried every means to guard her, did Owen see her?
How to do?
If Owen thinks her eyes are more like his sister.
Will he transfer the target, transfer the favor and indulgence given to her to another person.
Gao Yafei felt cold all over, and her hands tightened tightly on Mo Qianliu's shirt.
No, absolutely not.
Suddenly she ignored it, and forcibly pulled Mo Qianliu out.
"My wrist hurts, it's dying, you can take me to the hospital."
She wept quietly, trying to draw Owen's attention back.
Mo Qianliu was pulled and almost hit the table.
He lowered his head and saw blood oozing from her wrist, and said nothing to follow her out.
His eyes were uncontrollable and looked back.
The tall boy stood in front of her and untied her hair.
Looking in this direction, only half of the girl's body and full of blue silk can be seen.
I can still hear their conversation faintly.
"Ah, let's shave my head, I really don't suit long hair."
Xun Jie was speechless, "Shaved ugly will not kill you."
"Dare you say I'm ugly?"
Xun Jie: "..."
Yielding to her lewdness, she had to change her words, "...it shouldn't be ugly."
"Should? Damn... it hurts."
The hair was finally untied, and Mo Luan grinned in pain, "You stretch out your hand and let me see if you have pulled out my hair by the roots."
Xun Jie opened his hand, and there was nothing in his palm.
Mo Luan was full of disbelief: "Did you lose the opportunity?"
Xun Jie twitched the corners of her mouth, pressed her hands on her head, and smoothed the fluffy hair.
"It really hurts so much?"
"It's so painful."
Xun Jie frowned, leaned over and asked her, "Is it painful?"
Mo Luan: "It hurts to be a normal person."
Besides, she is really intolerant of pain, and the pain is often several times that of ordinary people.
"I will rub it."
"Forget it."
Mo Luan stood up straight, "Have you finished eating? Let's go after eating."
"...Your pasta hasn't been eaten yet."
"Almost forgot, go, go back and continue eating."
"..."
Outside, Mo Qianliu seemed even more absent-minded than when he first came.
He didn't know why, he always thought of the girl in the restaurant whose hair was caught in a zipper.
He didn't see her front face, her profile looked delicate.
The moment he saw her, his heart palpitated for a moment.
There is also an unspeakable surging mood.
Had it not been for Gao Yafei to hold him, he might have stepped forward and acted impolitely.
It's out now.
There was some pity and regret in his heart.
Why is this happening?
He had never felt this way towards a stranger.
"Owen, what are you thinking?"
Mo Qianliu returned to his senses, opened the car door and sat in.
Gao Yafei also hurried into the co-pilot.
Before leaving, Mo Qianliu glanced at the restaurant uncontrollably.
Through the glass window, he saw the girl's hair tied up loosely.
Lower your head and eat pasta, eat a bite of pasta and a bite of spicy noodles.
He didn't even notice it. When he saw this scene, the corner of his mouth opened a shallow arc.
It happened to be caught by Gao Yafei.
She was taken aback.
She had never seen Owen's expression, this kind of shallow smile.
It's not that he never laughs, but that he feels different.
Although this laugh is very shallow, it is completely different from the previous laugh.