Love of a wealthy family: only favoring Cinderella

Chapter 88 Not far from the slap in the face, there is also a big tree that looks lush in the night. Beside the trunk, there is a perfect white figure standing slightly eye-catching.

He, Mo Mi, seemed to be standing here when he hugged her, said sorry to her sincerely, and said he was thinking about it.

Seeing him hugging her from behind, he can raise his lips disapprovingly, and when he sees him asking her to hit him, he can also smile lightly without being moved, but seeing the picture of him kissing her wildly and deeply , but he unexpectedly found that he couldn't be indifferent. When his cynical heart saw such a scene, he would feel a little discomfort. His steps even moved forward, as if there was a need to Snatch her from his arms and stop his urge to kiss her forcefully.

shit, what's wrong with me?In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping in the house, came here to peek at Nuoqiang kissing her?Well……

He frowned slightly, mocking himself secretly in his heart, took a deep breath, decided to take another look, then turned around and went back to sleep with Jiang Han, but he never expected to see such a scene...

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There seems to be an indescribable emotion surging...

Ouyang Nuo kissed her fascinatedly, forcefully prying open her white teeth with her spirit tongue, chasing after her lilac uvula, kissing rhythmically like a circle...

His kiss caught Xia Cao off guard gradually, "Uh... um..."

When a bit of beauty unexpectedly flashed in her mind, she was terrified and couldn't bear it any longer. She desperately pushed him away, quickly raised her right hand and hit him hard on his handsome face, 'pop'.

This slap was too harsh and decisive.

Ouyang Nuo's face was crooked.

He seemed to have expected that he would bear such a slap in the face from her, with five fingerprints on his left cheek. eyes. .

"Ouyang Nuo, how can you be such a bastard." Xia Cao looked at him bitterly, and said with a choked voice, "I hate you to death." Yin Luo turned around quickly, shed a tear, and ran desperately into the night .

Ouyang Nuo didn't catch up, but raised his eyes slowly, and looked firmly at her back as she quickly disappeared into the night with a slightly melancholy gaze... Grass, kiss you, you slapped me hard, and you said you hated her to death Yes, I have no regrets.

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Mo Mi could clearly see that slap.

Maybe he had seen her hit Jiang Han so hard before, he wasn't very surprised, he looked at Ouyang Nuo's figure standing there, blinking his long and narrow phoenix eyes, with his hands in his pockets, expressionless and silent She left... Nuo, you really... fell in love with her.

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Ten minutes later, Ouyang Nuo turned around and walked back to the farmhouse quietly under the faint moonlight.

Walking into the bedroom where the three of them shared, he looked at the two friends who were soundly asleep. For the first time, he personally took out a pack of cigarettes from Jiang Han's coat, took out one, lit it unskillfully, and lightly Sitting on the head of the bed, smoking slowly.

At this moment, Mo Mi slowly opened his eyes, sat up, took a cigarette and lit it deftly, exhaled lightly, and looked at him pretending to be puzzled, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."

Mo Mi was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Did you go out just now?"

He thought for a while, nodded blankly, and said calmly, "I'll go out and return the phone to her."

Mo Mi smiled faintly, "Oh." After a slight pause, he took a puff on his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, "It took so long to pay her back, did she not scold you?"

He smiled lightly, "It's okay."

"What do you mean?" Mo Mi looked suspicious, raised a hand, and poked his left cheek with a little red mark with the pad of the middle finger, "What's going on?"

He stopped laughing and took a deep breath.

Mo Mi knew that to save face for him was to save face for herself, she didn't ask this question to the bottom of it, she smiled softly, held the cigarette between her fingers, and puffed out the smoke handsomely.

Maybe it was because the smell of cigarettes was too strong. Jiang Han, who was sleeping on the inside, suddenly frowned and woke up. Seeing the two of them sitting on the bedside smoking, he also propped himself up and leaned against the bedside to see. It was still dark outside the window, so I asked wonderingly, "You two, why don't you sleep? Do you both have something on your mind?"

Ouyang Nuo didn't answer, and continued to smoke unaffected.

Mo Mi raised the corner of his mouth, pulled out a cigarette and threw it to him neatly, "Light up and smoke, and shut your mouth."

He frowned, "Huh!?" His mouth opened and closed again, and he picked up the cigarette and lit it very skillfully.

During this long night, the three of them lived a boring life, but they lived an unprecedentedly boring life.

Sitting side by side on the head of the bed smoking, waiting for the light of dawn, let the cigarettes between your fingers burn to the end...

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In the afternoon of the next day, the cross-stitch they ordered their people to find in Wucheng finally arrived. The three of them gathered in the luxurious hall of the mountain villa, each holding a cross-stitch pattern and thinking about it secretly.

"No, Mi, how is this so beautiful?" Jiang Han picked up a needle, shook the cross-stitch in his hand, and asked angrily, frowning.

Mo Mi was lying on the soft high-end sofa holding the cross-stitch demon, turned her head and saw his stupid look, and burst out laughing, "Ahahaha...Ahahaha...Han, you are a pig, Xiu Cross-stitch requires not only a proprietary needle, but also a proprietary thread, and you can’t show anything with just one needle, ahahaha..."

Three black lines appeared on Jiang Han's plump forehead in an instant, "Ugh!" He walked up to him quickly, and pressed him down arrogantly, "You fox, if you laugh again, I'll wring your tail off."

"Ahahaha..." Mo Mi still laughed.

"Uh..." Jiang Han was very annoyed, and grabbed the cross-stitch in his arms, seeing the crooked rows of needlework on it, the corner of his resolute mouth twitched disdainfully, "Mi, don't laugh at me, You, who are proficient in various arts, obviously don't know how to show cross-stitch." Si Kede is here.

"Hehe...well, yes..." Mo Mi nodded with a smile, "I admit that I really don't know how to patent this woman's family, but I will teach myself to show off a cross-stitch pillow that is as perfect as mine. give her."

How could Jiang Han be willing to bow down, and raised his heroic sword eyebrows, "I will also teach myself, and I will give it back to her if I show someone who is smarter and better than you."

"Cut!" Mo Mi suppressed a smile, and grabbed his big hands, "Your hands are fine for holding guns, but for needles, forget it."

"..." Jiang Han was speechless. He frowned and thought for a while, then got up and walked to Ouyang Nuo who was beside him, "Nuo, can you show off?"

"I'm not omnipotent." Ouyang Nuo said with a faint smile, and helplessly raised the cross-stitch in his hand, "I really don't know how to do this."

At this moment, Mo Mi got up slightly, looked at the cross-stitch in his hand, and said thoughtfully: "Han, Nuo, why don't we compare and see who can show off this cross-stitch in the shortest time."

Jiang Han was stunned, then raised his hands without any stage fright, and raised his head, "Bi, I will let you know that my hands can not only hold a gun, but also hold a needle."

"Uh, dare you, a thick-skinned guy with well-developed limbs, still a person with both civil and military skills?" Mo Mi couldn't help asking with a smile.

Jiang Han thought for a while, but nodded without humility at all, "Well, you can say that."

Seeing his arrogant expression, Mo Mi really wanted to take a knife and fly towards him, "Uh..."

Ouyang Nuo smiled at the side, suddenly put down the cross-stitch in his hands, and said to them as a matter of course: "I don't need to join this unprecedented cross-stitch competition. The one who tore her cross-stitch pillow is the two of you." one, not me."

Mo Mi frowned slightly, "Uh, it seems to be true."

"Miss, let's compete between the two of us." Jiang Han crossed his arms and said solemnly, "Let Nuo be the referee."

Mo Mi shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

Ouyang Nuo looked at the two of them again, remained silent for a few seconds, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Actually, I don't think this match is necessary."

"Why?" Jiang Han was a little puzzled.

"You tore a cross-stitched pillow from her, and you can only return her a cross-stitched pillow. Why don't you unite and work together to show a qualified cross-stitched pillow and return it to her?" He asked in a circular manner. .

Hearing that, Mo Mi praised him, and winked his left eye at him with a charming smile, "Oh, it really makes sense."

Jiang Han also thought it was a very good idea, nodded with a smile, sat beside him, and said loudly: "No, you can also join us, the three of us will show off this cross-stitch pillow together, so that the three of us can be called Blessed and afflicted together.”

Mo Mi raised the corner of her mouth and snapped her fingers, "Good idea."

Both of them welcome themselves to join, and Ouyang Nuo couldn't refuse, so he could only agree with a smile, "Okay, the three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. Let's work together to show off a cross-stitch pillow."

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Since they agreed to show cross-stitch pillows together, the three of them stopped climbing or hunting. All entertainment activities were cancelled, and they worked together to show cross-stitch.

After 10 minutes, Ouyang Nuo finished embroidering a blade of grass, and handed the cross stitch to Mo Mi, who was watching the company's daily situation through the computer, "Mi, it's your turn to embroider."

Mo Mi smiled, "Yeah." The good-looking long fingers tapped a few times skillfully on the keyboard, and after entering a series of English commands, he took over the cross-stitch, sat on the sofa, and stitched and stitched in a decent way. embroidered. "I still embroider this grass..."

When he was embroidering, Ouyang Nuo was not idle. He took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, picked up a pen and began to review them seriously.

"No, I really didn't expect that you would take your work to this poor mountain valley." Mo Mi looked at him while embroidering, and said with a meaningful smile, "Uh, it's really hard work."

Ouyang Nuo frantically signed his name on a document, looked up at the laptop next to him, and raised his lips disapprovingly, "Aren't you the same? Even important meetings are communicated with high-level executives through the computer."

"Hehehe..." Mo Mi laughed softly, embroidered a stitch earnestly, and looked up at him brightly, "We are each other."