At this time, Ling Wanxing looks down at the embarrassed Ling MI with disgust. Before he speaks any more, the mobile phone in his pocket rings.

He took out a look, his face changed subtly, "Xiaoyu, it's uncle Mo's phone, you go down with me first. We are still waiting downstairs. Today we have to give an account to the guests! Fourth, it's up to you. "

Mo Liangyu nodded in bewilderment. When he dropped his eyes, he saw the dry water stains on his vamp.

With a bitter smile, he turned and left, looking back at Ling Mi lying on the ground.

This, once his white moonlight, once his cinnabar mole, once deeply stationed in his heart remote goddess.

At the moment, she was down and down like a beggar, with a crooked face, open mouth and untidy clothes. Like her soul, she was decadent and ugly.

As he turned his head and looked away, he closed his eyes, pressed down the bitterness in his eyes, followed Ling Wanxing and left the president's room without saying a word.

It was also from this day that the news that Mo Liangyu, the son of Mohist school, was cheated into marriage spread all over the streets.

Also from now on, Mo Liangyu completely changed.

That is a kind of thorough understanding after the pain.

……

The visitors left one after another, most of them in the same mood, full of disgust and disappointment for Ling MI.

Similarly, no one helped her.

Members of several big families have never been soft hearted.

What's more, Ling MI has touched everyone's bottom line this time. She is not guilty to death, but unforgivable.

Not surprisingly, from today on, Ling Mi will be rejected by all members of the family.

Even if she is still holding the title of Ling family's daughter, it can't change the fact that she has become a chicken.

Ling Wanxing's attitude is obvious. For him, it is more important to take care of Mohist's face than Ling MI.

How about her own sister, who has done such shameless things to shame the whole family, and whether she should be expelled from Ling's family is still in Ling Wanxing's consideration.

……

At the moment, Ling MI is still lying on the ground. The carpet in front of her body has been wet with her saliva.

Qiao Mu and Han Yunting kept silent, but smoked one by one.

Inkstone when seven is back to the man's side, settled when the natural palm in his hand.

The man held her back and found that her fingertips were cold. He rubbed them in his hands and said, "is it still cold?"

Yan Shiqi shakes his head in silence. Yu Guang looks at Ling MI and says, "it's not cold. It's just a little tired."

She didn't want to see Ling Mi look like a ghost again, and she didn't have the heart to sympathize with her. She was to blame for this.

Things have become like this. Even if we are angry, we still have to think about Ling Wanxing's face.

They won't really do anything to Ling MI, but at least from now on, she will be completely excluded and abandoned.

"Then go home." The man's deep eyes locked her tired face, pinched the cigarette in his hand, then put his arms around her shoulder, turned his eyes and gave Qiao Mu and Han Yunting a look, "together."

Qiao Mu Ning eyebrows, toward Ling Mi raised chin, "that she?"

The man was silent, but his cool and indifferent manner was enough to respond to Qiao Mu's inquiry.

Seeing this, Qiao Mu turned his lips and said, "it's not so good to leave her here and die on her own, isn't it?"

Having said that, he slowly stood up and glanced at Ling Mi's miserable appearance, not feeling pitiful at all.

Han Yunting picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and took a sip of it. Then he held the bottle and put it on Qiao Mu's shoulder. "Let's go. Whether it's good or not has nothing to do with us."