Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

Mo Xiangwan argued, "Even if my mother sympathizes with Zhou Jing, she will never return to Zhou Jing's side! After all, she has suffered such serious injuries!"

"Haven't you heard a saying? As deep as love is, so is hatred!" Wen Ji'an's eyes suddenly became painful, "I will not give them such a chance!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Ji'an strode into the room.
Mo Xiangwan stood motionless.

Wen Ji'an's words just now seemed to have dropped a bomb in her mind, blasting away her chaotic thinking and making her feel clear. [

She always thought that her mother was forced to marry into the Zhou family, and she had no affection for a playboy like Zhou Jing.

But she ignored it!

A man like Zhou Jing has a fatal attraction to women. As long as he wants to, there are plenty of tricks to make people feel like a prison. If his heart agrees, he can easily catch Ling Jiaye, who had never been in love at that time.

It is very possible that Ling Jiaye fell in love with this playboy painfully in such a day-to-day relationship.

But she also has her own pride and bottom line. When the man suspected the child's parentage and was kicked out of the house, she was so neat that even Zhou Jing himself didn't realize it. Ling Jiaye just disappeared from his life. up.

At that time, Ling Jiaye must have taken a gamble!

Because she is Mo Xiangwan's mother, she should know best whose blood is bleeding on Mo Xiangwan's body.

Perhaps, she once imagined that one day, Zhou Jing would be so regretful that he would kneel at her feet, let her humiliate him, and beg her to forgive him.

Perhaps, she had imagined that one day, Zhou Jing's prodigal son would turn around and pick her and her daughter home, and the three of them would start over again.

God!Mo Xiangwan was terrified by this series of conjectures!

She felt cold all over, hugged her arms tightly, shrunk her shoulders and stood in the snow with her head bowed.

There was a sudden weight on her shoulders, and a coat with a familiar smell was wrapped around her body.

"I don't wear more clothes when I know it's cold, and I stand stupidly in the snow, are I reviewing the bad things I did?" Kurosawa Yao complained, while wrapping the little girl up tightly, and took it into his arms.

Mo Xiangwan raised his head, and it took him a long time to focus his empty eyes. When he saw that it was Kurosawa Yao in front of him, he immediately threw himself into Kurosawa Yao's arms like a frightened child.

Kurosawa Yao was startled by Mo Xiangwan, took her cold hand, rubbed it in his big hand, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? You look so bad? Did you stay outside for too long? You see, Jane knows to come out wearing a scarf and gloves, how dare you stand in the snow without even a coat?"

Mo Xiangwan muttered resentfully, "Jane's scarf and gloves, but I put them on for her!"

Kurosawa Yao glared at her, "Are you still reasonable?"

Mo Xiangwan stuck out his tongue, and suddenly plunged his head into Yo Kurosawa's arms, "Yao Kurosawa, you are so kind to me!"

Yau Kurosawa frowned, and hugged Mo Xiangwan, "Do you know me now? Next time, I'll be nice to you by my name! Call me husband—" the man demanded. [

Mo Xiangwan rubbed his head in Kurosawa Yao's arms, and said in a low voice, "You won't hook up with other women outside, you won't stay out on the wedding night, and you won't suspect that I gave birth to someone else's child , still won’t throw Hei Jingsu down the stairs..."

As Mo Xiangwan said that, the veins on Kurosawa's forehead popped out. At first, Kurosawa tried his best to endure it, but finally broke out and shouted, "Hey! Mo Xiangwan, your skin is itchy again! Nonsense What?"