"Well..." Wen Yiyi gently exhorted that her little face turned red instantly. She glared at the man who was constantly making trouble on her. She was a little annoyed and became angry. "Mo Xiuchen, you can talk, don't always use your hands and feet..."
How could she answer him like this.
Mo Xiu Chen eyebrow eye tiny pick, light voice say: "I only moved a hand."
By the way, he hasn't moved yet.
Wen Yiyi
She didn't mean that at all, okay?! Who's going to tell him about that!
Wen Yiyi even stares at him a few eyes, push his hand away, then quickly drill out from Mo Xiuchen's bosom, run to sofa there.
Looking at the drawings torn and scattered by Tang Xinyue, Wen Yiyi's face shows a look of pity.
Fortunately, she had been prepared for a long time and put the picture she drew on it. Otherwise, the picture she participated in the competition might have been torn up by Tang Xinyue.
But
Although what Tang Xinyue tore up is a picture she drew a long time ago, it's useless, but it took her a long time to draw it. It's a pity that Tang Xinyue tore it up.
Just thinking about it, a hand suddenly put on her shoulder and turned her back.
Mo Xiu Chen low Mou is looking at her white smooth forehead, stretched out a hand to touch, "didn't bump where?"
Wen Yiyi shakes his head and rubs the back of his head.
It didn't hit much, but Tang Xinyue has a lot of strength. She holds her hair very hard. Now she only feels a pain in the back of her head, which is very painful.
Mo Xiuchen looked at her action, stretched out his hand to make an effort to play on her forehead: "should."
"It hurts!" Wen Yiyi exclaimed, "why do you hit me again?"
Mo Xiuchen didn't answer her, and said in a light tone: "I don't see that you are brave enough to make such a big bet for yourself?"
"If it's not me who comes in, it's someone else, do you think you can keep your head?"
Wen Yiyi said: "if you can't keep it, you can't keep it. It will be a good one 18 years later."
Even before the Chinese characters were spoken, another knock was made on the forehead.
Wen Yiyi closed his mouth and let him complain.
Mo Xiuchen looked at her and listened to his reproach. He hung his small face, his eyelashes trembled gently, his mouth moved, and he didn't know what to say.
He eyes color deep deep, pat her head, "the debris on the ground to clean up, later go out to eat."
"Oh." Wen Yiyi nodded, put away his broken thoughts, bent down and began to pick up the debris on the ground.
Mo Xiuchen looks at Wen Yiyi, turns around and goes outside. He orders some things with Tang Yi.
Office door is open, Mo Xiuchen and Tang Yi said, word for word into the ears of Wen Yiyi.
Most of what they said was about her, and part of it was about Tang Xinyue. If you think about it with your toes, you can guess what Mo Xiuchen wanted Tang Yi to do.
Wen Yiyi hung his face and picked up the scraps of paper on the ground. He was happy and sweet.
Mo Xiuchen knows that she is using him to punish Tang Xinyue, but she does not expose her use in front of Tang Xinyue.
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