Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

I don't like you anymore.

These words are like glaciers. They are so cruel every time.

The night star's breathing is slightly stagnant.

Even if we know that Mo Zhiyan is suffering from manic depression, we clearly know that his mental state is different from before.

But from small to large, Mo insists on speaking around the late star. Although he looks like a fool, the more cynical he is, the longer he is in love.

But now, "don't like you" from their favorite people, from their own never thought of leaving the population to say, let the late star's heart are pulled together.

"Why, I haven't made myself clear yet?" Mo insisted on standing up straight, hands into the trouser pocket, through the height difference, looking down at the evening star, "now please immediately disappear in front of me."

At this time, a voice came from behind, "insist, what do you want to do?"

Turning to see, it was Mr. Mo who got out of the car and came over with a crutch, completely protecting the evening star behind him. "Miss Ning is a guest invited by me and your parents. What are you doing to drive people?"

Mo insisted on not speaking, thin lips slightly pursed into a straight line.

"Grandfather, it's OK." The evening star regained his mood and squeezed out a smile. "It's late anyway. I think I'll go back first."

She wants to go back to check the information and plan how to get closer to Mo Zhiyan and how to get closer to him.

However, when Mr. Mo heard the words, he left with a look of late star, and he didn't stay. "Son, you go in with your grandfather, and he asked someone to cook the food you like. Let's ignore this smelly boy, OK?"

Even when Mo was young, he didn't coax them with this tone.

"But..." Wanxing hesitated.

Mo old man's eyes slightly flow, glanced at a pair of high cold man behind him, "our family want to leave evening star to eat at home, do you have any opinion?"

Mo insisted on turning around without expression, "whatever you want."

Say, then both hands insert trouser pocket, took the lead to walk into the villa.

The evening star silently looked at the tall and straight figure.

Ming Ming is the same as before, but he always feels that there is a distance between Mo's insistence and himself.

It's the distance he deliberately pulled apart.

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Mohist food is very rich on weekdays. Today's evening star is here, and the dishes are a few more.

Wanxing helps to set up the dishes and chopsticks. As soon as Mo's mother comes home, she is very happy to see Wanxing stay. She is chatting with Wanxing intimately.

But everything was ready, and Mo insisted that he didn't go downstairs.

Evening star looked up to the second floor, and with Mo's mother's encouragement, she went up and knocked on Mo's door.

Dong Dong Dong.

There was no response.

The evening star continued to knock, "Mo insisted, aunt told you to go downstairs to eat."

The door remained indifferent.

Evening star's patience is very enough, proposed, "if you don't want to come out, I'll bring you the food you like, OK?"

Suddenly, the door was opened from inside.

Mo insisted on wearing gray Plaid home clothes, with a black headset hanging around his neck, a hand on the door, turned his hand, and said in a deep voice, "enough?"

"What..."

"You think you know me well, don't you? I said I don't like you any more. Do you have to pester me? "