After Han Yunting spoke, Mo Liangyu grabbed Ling Mi's waist, pulled back the soft chair, looked at her and said in a low voice, "you sit here."
The place he arranged for Ling MI was next to Han Yunting and the farthest place from Qin Baiyu.
Ling Mi nodded slightly. When she sat down, her eyes ran into Shi Qi, who had been looking at her inkstone.
However, her seemingly calm sight lasted less than a second, then quickly moved away, and then fell on Qin Baiyu.
Ling Mi pursed her lips, and her tired eyebrows and eyes seemed a little complicated. "Yu, don't be too sad about Uncle mo. life, old age, illness and death are all human feelings."
Yu, how harsh!
Yan Shiqi sighs. Zhan Zhan's eyes look at Ling MI with deep meaning.
When she finished, there was no one at the table.
Mo Liangyu is afraid of Ling Mi's embarrassment and says, "fourth brother, Xiao MI is not feeling well today. He just came back from the hospital this morning, so he will come to the thank you banquet. Don't be surprised."
Words fall, Mo Liangyu was kicked by Han Yunting under the table.
He tilted his body and frowned at him. Just as he wanted to talk, a box of cigarettes was thrown onto the table by Han Yunting. He lit the fire with his cigarette. After taking a puff, he vomited the fog and said, "since I'm not feeling well, why do I have to go again?"
He said it to Ling MI.
"It doesn't matter." Ling Mi smiles, and her sad expression stretches a little. "Yu's business is more important."
Yan Shiqi
It's not the right occasion. She can't have a seizure.
Inkstone when seven not easy pressure mood, she pulled the man's palm, see he looked at himself, then said: "go there for a walk?"
From the beginning to the end, the man who never opened his mouth raised his lips, stood up on his knees, and pulled her up by the way. His eyes were gentle: "OK, I'll accompany you."
All of you here are:
Ling Mi's face froze.
From her appearance to the moment, she said several words, all of which were like a stone sinking into the sea and could not get his response.
Even when he heard that she had gone to the hospital in the morning, he did not have a second's attention.
These years of feelings, really less than inkstone when seven words, a look?
Mo Liangyu can see all of Ling Mi's expressions for a moment. Seeing that she is jealous and depressed, it seems that she has been hit by someone, which is very uncomfortable.
She can only see her fourth brother, but she can't see herself waiting for her.
Even the figure of the fourth brother and the little sister-in-law who left together at the moment could cast such a dignified shadow in her eyes. Could she really not see herself at all?
Mo Liangyu's heart, a sea of flowers instantly withered.
The morning vows are ridiculous at the moment.
Han Yunting glanced at Ling Mi through the smoke. With a sigh, he drew back his eyes and said in a secretive voice: "you are old and old, and you are still so careless. Why do you have to do things in a proper way?"
I don't know for whom, or both.
At the end of the speech, Han Yunting gets up directly and gives Qiao Qing a look. They leave the rest area one by one.
In this world, Ling MI and Mo Liangyu look at each other.
Mo Liangyu looked at the cigarette box on the table, fidgeted with his hair, took the cigarette box in his hand, and said with a smile: "I said I didn't say that, don't let you come here? I don't understand. What are you expecting in your heart? "
As he spoke, Mo Liangyu lost control of his mood. He pinched the cigarette case in his hand and changed its shape