wealthy daughter-in-law

In the dark study room, the atmosphere was so deep that it was depressing. There was no response from behind. It was quiet, as if watching a pantomime performed by her alone.

Huanhuan held back the bitterness in his heart, lowered his head and smiled, "I will remember to report the taxi fare for tonight."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but she bumped into the wall with a "boom" when she didn't want to.

Huanhuan let out a cry of pain, covered his forehead and squatted down, "It hurts..."

Tears moistened the eye sockets, and they were so fierce that nothing could stop them, rolling down one by one along the cheeks.

She bit her lip to keep herself from crying.

She would cry, it must be because of the pain, she didn't even have time to prepare, she was hurt by the bruise, so ruthless, so relentless...

Suddenly, a pair of big hands picked her up bluntly, pulled out the broken hair on her forehead, and immediately covered her with cold palms.

Pain was numb at this moment.

Huanhuan couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only feel his hands rubbing her red and swollen parts rhythmically.Every time, it was so light that I was afraid that it would hurt her.

Such tenderness, one shouldn't treat her...

Shouldn't.

Huan Huan's tears fell more and more fiercely, the movements of Mo Jia's hands froze, and the air seemed to freeze again.

"Don't cry." There was something deep and strange in his indifferent tone.But hearing it in Huan Huan's ear, it was so fierce that she was wronged, she pushed his hand away quickly, and said with a sob, "I was the one who was hit, why can't I cry? It hurts, do you know that?! "

Mo Jia frowned, his face darkened a bit.

Huanhuan turned around, facing the wall, and burst into tears.

Her forehead was hurting, and her heart was also inexplicably hurting, but it was hurting all over her lower body, so what did it matter if she was crying because of something?

The person behind took a deep breath, directly pulled her shoulders, and Huan Huan was immediately hugged into a somewhat cold embrace.

She was stunned, her eyes widened, and tears rolled down her face.

"I don't like you crying." His domineering tone seemed to be explaining his behavior at the moment.

"Why?" She murmured, in the darkness, his unparalleled handsome face was full of fatal temptation.

Since he doesn't like her, why should he provoke her heart?

Mo Jia's slightly lowered eyes looked into the confusion in her eyes, and her arms tightened a little bit. After a long time, he said, "I also want to know the answer."

Why, seeing her tears, he would feel sad.

This feeling is as far away as after several lifetimes, strange yet familiar.

Su Huanhuan no longer persists, no longer pretends, and doesn't want the little ambiguities he throws from time to time!

She opened her mouth and was about to speak when a soft and pleasant voice came from outside the door, "Mojia?"

Mo Jia was startled, his brows were locked together, and he slowly let go of his embrace, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Huanhuan looked at him, and suddenly laughed, laughing a little self-deprecatingly.

Su Huanhuan, Su Huanhuan, what are you looking forward to?

Yan Xihua was determined that he was in the study, even if she didn't respond, she still stood outside the door persistently, and said softly, "Mo Jia, I want to see you."

Mo Jia pursed her pale lips, her eyes were as red as blood, and her brows were slightly drawn together.He turned around and turned on the light, paused for a moment, didn't look at Huan Huan standing behind him, went straight to the door, and opened it.

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