Love of a wealthy family: only favoring Cinderella

Chapter 84 Crying Out of Anger Ouyang Nuo's curiosity seems to have turned into a different kind of greed. She knew it was wrong to peek at her diary, but she couldn't control her hand and read several of her diary. Diary, I have to continue to look through it.Because, he wants to know everything about her, including her mood every time...

[I kissed Xuan Hao today.Hehe, I also picked up twice, one was a deep romantic kiss under a tree, and the other was a passionate kiss on the road.Hehe, after I kissed him, I didn't know what a kiss is, and only then did I know and experience the wonderful taste of a kiss.It turns out that kissing the man you love is such a wonderful thing.

Oh, I think of those three beastly kisses again, what to do, thinking of their three beastly faces, thinking of their dirty kisses, I feel nauseous and suffocated.How can I live without the nightmares they gave me that nearly killed me?

Xuan Hao, thank you, you let me spend the best day in my life.

Xuanhao, do you know?You are my first love, my big tree, my eternal love.

Today is really wonderful, Xuan Hao, I love you, good night.

September [-], [-], at two o'clock in the evening. 】

I don't know why, but seeing this diary of her daughter's love, Ouyang Nuo felt so bad in his heart that he couldn't read it anymore. He closed the notebook, put it in its original place, and stood by the window Before, looking blankly at the slightly pale sky outside the window...

. . .

At dawn, Jiang Han and Mo Mi lazily got up.

"Nuo, didn't you sleep last night?" Mo Mi walked to him with the half of the pillow in his arms, and asked suspiciously as he looked at his pale face.

Ouyang Nuo smiled lightly, looked at him, then at Jiang Han, then turned around and strode out of the bedroom, "We should go."

"Okay, let's go." Mo Mi said with a smile without any objection, hugging the half of the pillow and following him.

"Mi, do you want to take her pillow away too?" Jiang Han looked at the half of the pillow he was holding, frowned slightly and asked in a serious manner.

"Yes." Mo Mi replied with a smile without hesitation, "I want to take it back as a souvenir."

Hearing this, he became blatant, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he also hugged half of the pillow, striding to keep up with them, "I want to take it back as a souvenir too."

Mo Mi thought it was funny, looked back at him, and asked as if please: "Han, can you be more creative, don't always learn from me?"

"Uh..." He was angry, "Who always imitates you?"

"Don't deny it." Mo Mi blinked her left eye teasingly at him, and raised the torn half of the pillow in her hand, "If I'm lucky enough to fall in love with a woman one day, don't try to steal it from me. I don't want the woman I love to be torn apart by you and me."

Jiang Han was annoyed when he heard that, he raised the pillow in his arms and hit his maroon fashion head hard, "What nonsense, the most important thing I need is a woman. Pretty fox snatched it."

"Hehehe..." Mo Mi laughed happily, and rubbed his stylish head sideways, "Han, your annoyed expression is very cute."

"Uh, don't call me cute.".

"I don't want to either, but you praised me for being beautiful just now, so I will reciprocate."

"..."

The two of them seem to be arguing longer and longer, Ouyang Nuo laughed to himself... Mi, Han, I hope our friendship can last like this.

. . .

When Mother Xia came out of the kitchen with a big bowl of pumpkin porridge, she happened to see them walking into the hall, and said enthusiastically, "I cooked pumpkin porridge, you go and wash your faces, come and eat."

"Thank you, auntie." Ouyang Nuo nodded to her, and said with a polite smile, "We have something to do and we need to go. Thank you very much for your hospitality." After the sound fell, he immediately walked towards the door.

Mo Mi and Jiang Hanfa were a little puzzled. They looked at his back, and then at the bowl of pumpkin porridge that Xia's mother was holding in her hand. After saluting to Xia's mother politely, they hugged the pillow and followed. "No, wait..."

Mama Xia was also puzzled, but not because they didn't eat the pumpkin porridge they made, but because they saw Mo Mi and Jiang Han hugging cross-stitched pillows that had been torn apart like babies, "Cao'er A good cross-stitch pillow, how could it be torn apart by them after one night?" (Do you know how to lure wolves into the house?)

Ouyang Nuo strode ahead, walked to the courtyard, inadvertently saw an exquisite figure in a white dress, and then stopped.

Xia Cao was watering the flowers with a kettle, when she heard footsteps, she slowly turned her head.

In an instant, her big clear eyes like the morning light met his handsome eyes that were tired from not sleeping all night without warning, her heart beat inexplicably, she hurriedly turned away, and continued to water the flowers without paying attention. water.

Being ignored by her, Ouyang Nuo's heart was naturally not very good, he blinked his bloodshot eyes lightly, looked at her daffodil-like figure, raised his feet and took a step towards her in a strange way .

At this moment, Mo Mi and Jiang Han came out, they approached him, and at the same time saw Xia Cao watering the flowers in a white dress, they were both stunned.

Mo Mi took the lead in showing off her beautiful thin lips, hugging the half of the pillow with one hand, and putting one hand in her trouser pocket. She walked towards her in a super stylish way, stood beside her, lowered her body and asked with a soft smile in a helpful way: " do you need my help?"

"No need." Xia Cao answered coldly without hesitation, then gave him a white look, ignoring his monstrously pretty face, and strode towards the other side with a watering pot.

"..." Mo Mi was speechless, the smile on his face froze in a shameless manner.

"Ahahaha..." It was rare to see him slumped in front of a woman, Jiang Han laughed out of character, "Ahahaha..."

Mo Mi felt that the situation was worse, "Uh..." She turned her head suddenly, and gave him an annoyed look with her dark and beautiful face, "Be careful that your jaw dislocates when you laugh."

Ouyang Nuo didn't want to make fun of himself, and he didn't want them to make fun of themselves. He glanced at Xia Cao's back calmly, and walked towards the exit of the courtyard without hesitation, "Mi, Han, let's go, I want to take a hot spring."

"Haha...Okay." Jiang Han tried his best to stop laughing, nodded, hugged the other half of the pillow and followed him, "After soaking in the hot spring, we will go hunting."

They both left, and Mo Mi stayed too long, looking at the slender white figure with her narrow and charming phoenix eyes, and followed their steps with the half of the pillow.

When the three of them walked out of the courtyard, Xia Cao turned around and looked resentfully at the perfect back of the three of them running side by side.

Suddenly, she noticed the pillow corpses in Jiang Han and Mo Mi's hands, and the mixed anger in her heart suddenly erupted like a volcano, she quickly put down the watering pot and chased them angrily, "You three bastards, why don't you give up?" I stop... give me back my pillow..."

Hearing the sound, the three men stopped in their tracks, turned around in tacit understanding, and looked at her who was chasing up with an indescribably mysterious look.

"Are you running in such a hurry because you want to keep us and eat pumpkin porridge at your house that we have never eaten before?" After she ran close, Jiang Han looked at her panting, and asked wonderingly with a hint of a smile .

Xia Cao glared at him, "You have a good idea." After finishing speaking angrily, she looked at the pillow corpses in his and Mo Mi's hands, and said with extreme contempt, holding back her anger, "You guys have failed in your conduct since you were young, right? Those who eat at my house, those who live at my house, just don’t feel grateful, and when you don’t want to leave, you have to take my things with you.”

Mo Mi looked at Ouyang Nuo, then at Jiang Han, and blinked the electric eyes that killed thousands of girls for no reason, and asked with a puzzled smile: "Why do you call us thieves? Uh, did we take away your family?" What's wrong? Your heart?"

"Uh, you...you..." Xia Cao stammered angrily, "You took my pillow away." Said angrily, strode forward, and violently grabbed the pillow he was holding under his arm, " In this world, how can there be such excessive men like you? Uh, not to mention tearing up my pillow, but also taking away my pillow corpse, I will never allow it..."

Seeing her sloppy behavior, the three men were stunned.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Mo Mi finally came back to his senses, immediately frowned Gao Junxiu, grabbed the pillow tightly, and patiently persuaded, "Don't grab it, don't grab it, if you grab it again, this pillow will be shattered."

Xia Cao turned a deaf ear and continued to pull hard, "Crush it, I'd rather smash it myself than you guys." For some reason, when she said this, she felt uncomfortable when she thought of certain things. , suddenly lost strength, let go of his hands, sat on the ground weakly, hugged his legs with both hands, buried his head in his knees, his shoulders trembled slightly and wept silently.

Seeing her fragile appearance, the handsome faces of the three men undoubtedly showed gloomy colors.

For the first time, Mo Mi felt that she was wrong, so she quickly squatted down, raised a hand to gently hold her thin shoulder, and asked softly, "What's wrong, grass?"

"Wuuu..." Xia Cao cried out lightly, when his hand touched her, her shoulders trembled violently, then she vigorously waved his hand away, and continued to cry alone while hugging her knees, " Woooo..."

Her cries seemed to make them feel like a knife was twisting their hearts.

"Grass……"

"Grass……"

Ouyang Nuo and Jiang Han suddenly called her intimately at the same time, walked half a step closer to her, and squatted on both sides of her at the same time.

"Grass, you can cry if you want to." Ouyang Nuo comforted her softly beside her.

Jiang Han didn't know how to comfort him, so he frowned anxiously beside him.

"If you're unhappy, you can say it out loud." Mo Mi no longer touched her, and instead used that very eloquent mouth to comfort her softly, "Grass, we will listen."

"Grass……"

"..."

At this time, it was really strange, she seemed to be their sun while crying, and the three of them squatted beside her, turning around her.

Xia Cao hated their voices, hated their approaching...

She seemed to hate everything about them, so she suddenly raised her teary face, looked at the three of them sadly, and choked with grief, and shouted, "Go away, go away, you, stay away from me. Roll as far as you can... Do you know? The three of you are beasts, you are guilty, guilty..."

"Grass..." The three of them called her in unison with tacit understanding.

"Don't call me stupid." She immediately shouted excitedly, looking at them each with hatred, "You three, you don't have the right to call me that, it's you who ruined my love, my life...I... I hate you... I will always hate you..." After finishing her hoarse and mournful roar, she quickly got up and ran towards home with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, hearing her resolutely say the words of hating them forever, and seeing her resolutely turning around and running away, the three of them had nothing to say. There is also a trace of inexplicable anxiety and doubt.

After they could no longer see her back, the three stood up one after another.

"Do you want to give this back to her?" Mo Mi looked at the two of them, raised the pillow on her hand slightly, and asked uncertainly.

Jiang Han thought for a while, wrinkled his thick eyebrows, looked at half of the pillow in his hand, then looked in the direction of her house and said in a rare positive voice: "Give it back to her. She seems to care about this pillow very much."

Hearing this, Mo Mi raised one corner of her mouth helplessly, "Then... let's go and return it to her." After speaking, she took the half of the pillow and walked ahead first.

Jiang Han followed.

Ouyang Nuo stood on the spot with his hands in his pockets, looked at the torn pillows in their hands, and suddenly thought of something, when they took five or six steps, he said seriously: "Han, Mi, come back, she is at this time , I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want to return the pillow that was torn by you.”

Hearing his words, Jiang Han stopped, Mo Mi also paused, turned sideways and looked at him hesitantly.

"It doesn't make any sense to give her back a torn and useless pillow." He looked at the dead body of the pillow in their hands, and continued matter-of-factly, "If you really want to return her pillow, show your sincerity and return her pillow." Give her a new pillow that is exactly the same." It seemed.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Hehe..." They looked at each other and smiled, they both gave him a thumbs up, and walked towards him with the pillow corpse in their arms.

"Nuo, it's still you with a delicate mind." After Mo Mi left, he patted him on the shoulder and praised him sincerely with a smile, "If you pursue women with such a mind, I don't think any woman will reject you."

Jiang Han lit a cigarette at some point, exhaled coolly and handsomely, looked at the almost perfect Ouyang Nuo, pulled the corner of his mouth coldly, and said with certainty: "Xia Cao will definitely refuse."

"Oh..." Mo Mi suddenly realized again, raised her lips slightly, and shrugged apologetically to the silent Ouyang Nuo. "No, I think so too."

Ouyang Nuo just smiled and said nothing, glanced at Xia Cao's home, remembered the diary in her notebook, turned and left silently with imperceptible melancholy...Cao, the delicate me, the indifferent me, I am called by you As a beast, I said that my conscience was eaten by dogs, will I walk into your heart one day?