Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Looking at the clean Han Chaoyang, Mo Jiu smiled slightly, "Tsk! It's like parting from life and death, everyone is in the capital, how could it be the last hug?"

Han Chaoyang smiled wryly, the capital is so big, it's not easy to get together in one district, and according to Mo Jiu's personality, would she be willing to see him again?

Fortunately, even though Mo Jiu said so, he stretched out his arms and leaned towards him.

The warm and clean embrace was the same as before, but at this moment, Mo Jiu felt a little sore in his heart. Han Chaoyang is a good boy, but he is not suitable for her.

Separation, farewell, Mo Jiu stood at the school gate, gazing at the school where he had studied for three years, holding a heavy book, and felt that his footsteps were a bit heavy.

——*——

Sitting on the tall black Land Rover again, Mo Jiu felt that the world was so small.

Looking up at the way Xiaolu is driving in front of him, looking at Xiaolu's simple and honest appearance, who would have thought that this is the Internet master just now?

Mo Jiu didn't show any embarrassment at all. After wandering around in the streets for many years, she had already developed a thick-skinned technique, licking her face and asking the cold man beside her.

"Brother, what kind of soldiers are you? Why is Xiaolu so powerful!"

"..."

"Brother, is this car your own, or is it assigned by the army?"

"..."

The man was silent all the way, which made Mo Jiu feel a little embarrassed by this chatter.

Looking sideways out of the window, he found that the distance they took was not the way to the suburbs. Mo Jiu was puzzled and asked, "Hey, where are they going?"

"your home."

The man finally replied with a sentence, but this sentence not only did not make Mo Jiu feel excited, but jumped up all of a sudden, "My family?!"

Of course she knew that the home the man was talking about was not her cozy nest, but the old house of the Mo family!

But Nima, did I say that I want to go back? !

"Stop, stop!" Mo Jiu slapped the window to express his dissatisfaction, "I won't go back!"

What are you going to do?Let the girl who gave birth to herself laugh at herself?Or begging for her forgiveness?

Long Qingtian tilted his head, looked at the girl's pursed mouth, looked at the disdainful expression on her face, and suddenly said coldly: "What happened ten years ago?"

"..."

Hearing this question, Mo Jiu lowered his head, not daring to look into Long Qingtian's eyes.

What happened ten years ago? Ten years ago, she was only an eight-year-old child. What outrageous things could she do to make a mother hate her own daughter for ten years?

The corners of her lips curled up mockingly, as long as she thought about what happened ten years ago, she would remain silent.

Mo Jiu didn't answer this question. She took a deep breath, waved her hands calmly, and changed the subject: "Well, what happened today, thank you!"

The man frowned: "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for standing up for me!"

"...The reputation of the Mo family cannot be damaged."

Long Qingtian said these eight words awkwardly, deliberately ignoring the disappointed expression on the girl's face.Lowering his eyes, a cold breath began to permeate the car.

In fact, there are many ways to teach Lin Ruo a lesson, and today's high-profile approach is the most stupid way.

But God knows what he was thinking at the time, when he saw the girl's stubborn and wronged appearance, he actually called her for the first time.

"laugh!"

Mo Jiu looked at the awkward look of the man, and couldn't help laughing. She looked at the man with bright eyes, and she felt that she must be dazzled, otherwise why did she see a touch of powder on the man's ear?

The vehicle continued on.

Mo Jiu continued: "Okay, today is grandma's death day, I want to go home, but I have to go back to my house to change clothes, and I can't go to grandma's grave with this pile of books, right?"

"..."

The man turned into a dull gourd again, no matter how much Mo Jiu asked, he would not speak again.

Well, why did Mo Jiu feel that the man was angry because he laughed at him?

However, the car had changed direction and was heading towards the eastern suburbs.Looking at the clean Han Chaoyang, Mo Jiu smiled slightly, "Tsk! It's like parting from life and death, everyone is in the capital, how could it be the last hug?"

Han Chaoyang smiled wryly, the capital is so big, it's not easy to get together in one district, and according to Mo Jiu's personality, would she be willing to see him again?

Fortunately, even though Mo Jiu said so, he stretched out his arms and leaned towards him.

The warm and clean embrace was the same as before, but at this moment, Mo Jiu felt a little sore in his heart. Han Chaoyang is a good boy, but he is not suitable for her.

Separation, farewell, Mo Jiu stood at the school gate, gazing at the school where he had studied for three years, holding a heavy book, and felt that his footsteps were a bit heavy.

——*——

Sitting on the tall black Land Rover again, Mo Jiu felt that the world was so small.

Looking up at the way Xiaolu is driving in front of him, looking at Xiaolu's simple and honest appearance, who would have thought that this is the Internet master just now?

Mo Jiu didn't show any embarrassment at all. After wandering around in the streets for many years, she had already developed a thick-skinned technique, licking her face and asking the cold man beside her.

"Brother, what kind of soldiers are you? Why is Xiaolu so powerful!"

"..."

"Brother, is this car your own, or is it assigned by the army?"

"..."

The man was silent all the way, which made Mo Jiu feel a little embarrassed by this chatter.

Looking sideways out of the window, he found that the distance they took was not the way to the suburbs. Mo Jiu was puzzled and asked, "Hey, where are they going?"

"your home."

The man finally replied with a sentence, but this sentence not only did not make Mo Jiu feel excited, but jumped up all of a sudden, "My family?!"

Of course she knew that the home the man was talking about was not her cozy nest, but the old house of the Mo family!

But Nima, did I say that I want to go back? !

"Stop, stop!" Mo Jiu slapped the window to express his dissatisfaction, "I won't go back!"

What are you going to do?Let the girl who gave birth to herself laugh at herself?Or begging for her forgiveness?

Long Qingtian tilted his head, looked at the girl's pursed mouth, looked at the disdainful expression on her face, and suddenly said coldly: "What happened ten years ago?"

"..."

Hearing this question, Mo Jiu lowered his head, not daring to look into Long Qingtian's eyes.

What happened ten years ago? Ten years ago, she was only an eight-year-old child. What outrageous things could she do to make a mother hate her own daughter for ten years?

The corners of her lips curled up mockingly, as long as she thought about what happened ten years ago, she would remain silent.

Mo Jiu didn't answer this question. She took a deep breath, waved her hands calmly, and changed the subject: "Well, what happened today, thank you!"

The man frowned: "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for standing up for me!"

"...The reputation of the Mo family cannot be damaged."

Long Qingtian said these eight words awkwardly, deliberately ignoring the disappointed expression on the girl's face.Lowering his eyes, a cold breath began to permeate the car.

In fact, there are many ways to teach Lin Ruo a lesson, and today's high-profile approach is the most stupid way.

But God knows what he was thinking at the time, when he saw the girl's stubborn and wronged appearance, he actually called her for the first time.

"laugh!"

Mo Jiu looked at the awkward look of the man, and couldn't help laughing. She looked at the man with bright eyes, and she felt that she must be dazzled, otherwise why did she see a touch of powder on the man's ear?

The vehicle continued on.

Mo Jiu continued: "Okay, today is grandma's death day, I want to go home, but I have to go back to my house to change clothes, and I can't go to grandma's grave with this pile of books, right?"

"..."

The man turned into a dull gourd again, no matter how much Mo Jiu asked, he would not speak again.

Well, why did Mo Jiu feel that the man was angry because he laughed at him?

However, the car had changed direction and was heading towards the eastern suburbs.