Chapter 162

Especially the last sentence.

Rao is Qiao Ruhai, who is used to seeing all kinds of scenes and has lived most of his life, and his heart is also trembling.

There's a little bit of fear in the mind that's out of control.

He knew it.

This man, who looks very young, is not just talking about it.

He can say it, he can do it.

Qiao Anxin looked at the way he maintained Qiao Mianmian, and he was so jealous that he twisted his heart.

She had just been desperately brushing the sense of existence.

But the man didn't even look her in the eye.

Is she not acting pathetic enough?

This move she used since childhood, in front of men has been very easy to use.

Suze is not the same, step by step on her hook.

Men like weak poor women, such a woman will make them have compassion, will let them have a desire to protect.

This is the result of her experience over the years, and she has never made any mistakes.

Why is it hard to work on this man?

Joe's heart is full of all kinds of jealousy and unwillingness, the competitive heart is more and more intense.

She clenched her teeth and told herself in her heart that she was going to make up her mind about this man!

She will never lose to Qiao Mian!

As long as it's what she wants, there's nothing she can't get.

"Baby, let's go." After putting the threat, Mo Ye Si turns around with Qiao Mianmian in his arms, and the two of them leave in a mighty way surrounded by a crowd of bodyguards.

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Out of Joe's house.

There's a black Rolls Royce outside.

Uncle Li has been waiting outside the car. Seeing Mo Yesi and Qiao Mianmian come out, he immediately comes forward to greet: "young master, young lady."

As soon as he looked up and saw the fingerprints on Qiao Mianmian's cheek, Li shuleng was stunned and said in surprise: "young lady, your face..."

"Nothing."

Qiao Mianmian pulled the corner of his lip, which affected the wound on his face and made him sneer with pain.

Mo Ye Sima frowned and held her face up and looked at it: "it hurts?"

There was a trace of heartache in his eyes.

The heartache and concern in men's eyes make Qiao Mianmian's nose sour and his eyes sour.

She didn't shed tears after so many grievances just now.

But at this moment, I can't help it.

In the eye that wet idea can't control of gather to the corner of the eye, will slip out from her eye socket.

She reached out and pushed him away. She turned her back and didn't want him to see her crying.

"I, I'm fine." The sound of sobbing revealed her emotions.

To hear her cry, Mo Yesi frowned more tightly.

The man himself hugged her: "are you crying?"

"No, no..."

"Then turn around and let me see."

"I really didn't cry." Or whimpering voice, said did not cry people, cry to the shoulder are a smoke.

Mo Yesi is distressed and funny.

Regardless of her struggle, tough to pull her to himself.

Seeing the girl's red and swollen eyes, the heartache in her eyes added two points.

He gently pressed her shoulder, frowned and looked at her for a moment. After a moment, he issued a low sigh: "cry, cry if you want. Just cry this time. After that, don't cry for those who are not worth it

Finish saying, stretch out a hand to take her gently in the bosom.

Long clean fingers gently brushed away the hair on her face that was stuck by tears, picked up her crying face, bowed her head and gently kissed her wet cheek: "baby, don't hold it when you are sad. If you want to cry, no one will laugh at you. "